I do not own Kuroshitsuji or D. Grayman. They both go to the respectful owners. This is my second yaoi-ish story because my friend asked me to do this and is slowly turning me into a yaoi fan girl. I am doing this out of impulse and I updating will vary from time to time. I have a Sebastian and Allen thing going on. It would make me happy to see more of this crossover pairing. This will be a slight rewrite of the Kuroshitsuji anime with Allen Walker in it. (Since I lost my manga version and my computer is mean when reading online scans)
WARNINGS- This crossover will contain: Slight AU, mild cursing, dark romance, yaoi, angst, gore, violence, adult situations
PAIRINGS: MAIN: Allen/Sebastian
MINOR: Ciel/Sebas, Brotherly!Allen/Ciel
NOTE: There will be not a slight hint of Yullen in this story. Sorry all you Yullen fan girls, I hate that pairing with a fiery passion.
Enjoy Lords and Ladies
CHAPTER 5: That Butler and Exorcist, Offers
The Undertaker's shop, strangely located across a flower shop. The Undertaker was checking his new stock of bodies, lifting away coffins to examine bodies. "Oh, what magnificent corpse! Such a magnificent corpse! Such an exquisitely brutal murder! Instead of hiding these wounds, wouldn't it be better to highlight them in the shape of a petal by dying them pink?" The eerie man chimed as he washed his hands, "It is fun, so much, being an undertaker."
After drying his hands, he opened another casket. "Now then, the next one is…" the person inside, made the Undertaker frown in disappointment. "This corpse is really third-rate. On second thought, it might be fourth-rate"
Sleeping inside the corpse, holding a red flower, was Grell Sutcliffe resting peacefully inside. The Undertaker sighed, "It is not a drowned body; furthermore, the mouth shows absolutely no sign of agony…" Grell's eyes show open.
Grell's hand wrapped around the Undertaker' throat. He growled angrily, "What did you just say?" he began strangling the Undertaker in a furious rage.
The Phantomhive Manor, spring coming up sooner than expected. Sebastian was giving his master his daily schedule, "This morning, you are scheduled to have a dancing lesson with Mrs. Bright. This afternoon, you have an appointment with Lord Winsler, who runs a trading business. Are you paying attention, Young Master?"
Ciel glanced back, "Didn't I tell you I've had enough of dancing? It doesn't suit me. Where's Allen?"
"He's doing his chores for the day. Beside master, you are too modest. Your steps, Young Master, have the power to satisfy spectators' hearts."
"By letting them have a hearty laugh? Is that what you mean?"
"No, no. Of course not." Ciel said. Then there was the sound of chuckling, and the sound of a fight going on.
Inside of a room, the Queen's silver-haired butler was sipping tea and laughing with Tanaka. Kanda and Allen were in the middle of fighting, Kanda having Allen's head in a headlock and Allen angrily biting the Japanese man's arm and struggling. The butler smiled, "Look, Tanaka-san, I've got three stems floating upright! A most auspicious sign that today will be an excellent day. Look Kanda, three stems!"
Kanda grunted as he put Allen in a full nelson, "Good for you Ash," he grunted as Allen pushed him back, getting on top of him and pulling his ponytail, Kanda doing to the same to the white-haired teen. "Take it back, Moyashi!"
"N-Never! You take that too-short-to-reach-the-cupboard crack!" Allen hissed pile driving the captain of the guard. Sebastian smiled and picked Allen up who was struggling, "Put me down! Let me kill him now that I have the chance!"
Ciel gasped, "You both are Her Majesty's butler and bodyguard!" Kanda got up and dusted himself off, snorting and folding his arms pompously, standing by the Queen's butler.
Ash smiled, "Master Ciel." He got up. "I am sorry such an unsightly thing occurred in your presence." He pat Kanda's head, who growled unhappily and swatted the butler away. "These two seem to fight and argue about almost every little thing."
Ciel then demanded, "How is that Her Majesty's butler and bodyguard came too be drinking tea and fighting with my butler in my mansion?"
Allen came down after Sebastian gave a quick peck to his cheek. Allen then said, "You must not be aware of this, Young Master, but Mr. Ash has always been the one to deliver Her Majesty's orders."
Kanda then added, "I just came here because Her Majesty asked me to and I was bored, I didn't wish to do drills with my underlings."
"Is that even a butler's job?" Ciel asked.
Ash bowed his head, "As a butler, it is only natural to be able to investigate applicants for an audience with Her Majesty using Doomsday Book, deliver an envelope to Lord Phantomhive shortly thereafter a relish some tea with Mr. Tanaka while about his business, watch and stop his captain of the guard fight with Lord Phantomhive's second trusted butler, conducting it during Her Majesty's afternoon nap." Ash announced epically, then taking a long sip of Japanese tea.
Kanda, annoyed, bonked his head with the hilt of his sword, "You annoy me to no end."
"Well, you could do without tea or the fighting at all…" Ciel frowned. Tanaka chuckled.
Sebastian smiled, "So, Mr. Ash and Mr. Kanda, what can we do for you this time?"
Ash finished his sip and smiled, "Well, now. There is Catholic monastery on the outskirts of Preston that was set on fire during the Reformation, and is currently disused."
"A religious society preaching a heretical doctrine has begun assembling there." Kanda continued. "Rumor has it that the founder of this society possesses the Doomsday Book of all his followers."
"You mean the land register? Where things like livestock and property appear?" Allen asked. "Even if he has all that information, what good is it to him?
"Baka-Moyashi," Kanda sneered. "Not Domesday. Doomsday. These books they are worshipping are quite different from what you have in mind. Doomsday: the Day of Judgment."
Allen snarled angrily, 'Ba-Kanda!" he pouted, Sebastian chuckled and tried to console his little white-haired pet.
Ash nodded, "Indeed, it is a register, but of the sort you need when flung before the Throne of God. They say all of your offences, virtues, and vices are engraved on its pages."
Ciel ran his hands through his hair, "Yet another encounter with the occult..."
"It would also seem they are planning an uprising against the government," Kanda also added with a furiously cold scowl. "The residents of Preston are frightened by this heretical menace, and Her Majesty and Queen is deeply saddened by it."
"Does this mean they are to be dispersed," Ciel inquired, "or rather, eradicated?"
Ash smirked, "We will leave that to your judgment." He bowed, Kanda's lips pulling to a faint smirk.
"Very well," Ciel agreed to his mission.
Suddenly there was a shadow looming over them. Allen looked up along with the others to see a clothed Pluto in human formed, pressing up against the window, panting and grinning at Ash. "Pluto!" Allen exclaimed. Pluto seemed very excited that Ash was here, he even pounded on the window to get his attention.
Ash glared harshly at Pluto, which made Pluto frown and whine, walking off gloomily. Kanda scowled and looked away, "Who the hell was that?"
Sebastian smiled, "Just an employee," lying easily.
Ash smiled, "I see. He seems interesting." Sebastian glared.
Then Ash and Kanda were gone, they left for their carriage back to the palace. "She'll take care of the rest?" Kanda asked as he ran his fingers along his blade. "My blade hungers for blood of the unclean."
Ash smiled calmly, "Yes. And your blade's thirst will be satiated soon enough, if all goes according to plans."
"So, where shall we start?" Allen asked his master. He served his master his snack, Victoria Sponge Cake.
Sebastian then clarified, "According to Mr. Ash and Mr. Kanda, the monastery is heavily guarded."
"That would make it difficult to infiltrate directly." Ciel said.
"By the way, they also mentioned," Allen remembered, "a considerable number of coffins have recently been transported into the monastery."
"Coffins, eh?" Ciel took a bit of his cake.
Where there were coffins, one man would know it all, and so they went to his shop. Allen felt a tingle as he opened the door to the Undertaker's shop for his master and Sebastian. "May we come in?" Allen called out to the shop.
The sound of cackling was heard as the Undertaker was standing back turned to them, "Welcome," he chuckled.
"Undertaker, I have a favor to ask of you," Ciel said as the door was closed behind him in the supernatural dark room.
The Undertaker turned slowly, "If that is the case," Allen noticed, was the Undertaker wearing glasses? Allen gasped when he and Ciel realized it was Grell, dressed in the Undertaker's clothes and hair, "let my humble being relish this most excellent romance!" he dashed forward, arms out to embrace Allen.
Sebastian pulled Allen away into his arms, dipping him a bit, Allen blushed as their nose's nearly touch, lips too close. But was pulled away from the fantasy by the demon butler who pulled him straight up and dusted his coat off.
Grell met wall, who slid painfully down. A skull fell off the shelf, hitting his head. "Grell!" Ciel gasped in surprise.
"Hi, Earl," a familiar deep eerie voice greeted him. Ciel turned to see in a large pot filled with salt was the Undertaker who grinned. Allen turned pale at the thought of a living talking decapitated head.
Grell jeered, "He had the impudence to speak disrespectfully about a Shinigami so I pickled him in salt." Allen sighed, no one really lost their heads.
"Oh, the sensation of moisture slowly leaving the skin…" the Undertaker sighed blissfully, "It is out of this world!"
Allen and Sebastian put a handkerchief over their noses and mouths, "What a dangerous pastime," they commented.
Ciel looked back to the red-haired shinigami, "What are you doing here?"
"Investigating something on Will's orders," Grell said shrugged. "However, I did not find much information, and I got hungry and sleepy." He remembered trudging through scenic London countryside, clear mirror-like water and soft green grass. He also recalled lying down on a hillside among some wildflowers, "Having a restorative afternoon nap in a field of flowers, I somehow ended up being carried here." Grell giggled, "It could have been a mistake not to breathe while sleeping."
"Who does that?" Allen asked.
Grell looked dreamily at Allen and Sebastian, "and there I was, waiting for a prince to wake me up with a nice, long, tongue kiss." He puckered up; Allen groaned and shuddered looking away, mumbling about not in his immortal lifetime.
"The subject of investigation…" Sebastian looked to Grell.
Grell smiled, "Certain Cinematic Records have been stolen as of late." The Undertaker gave a quick frown.
"Cinematic Records?" Ciel inquired.
"No need for a brat like you to know about them." Grell turned away.
Sebastian answered, "It is a film upon which the memories of a person's life are recorded. A Shinigami extracts it from a person doomed to die, and passes judgement on his life and death after watching it."
Grell flipped his hair in a posh way, "Let me make this very clear: you humans can only see it on the brink of death."
Allen looked to Grell, "Stolen? They are something that can be stolen?" he asked curiously.
"Well, yes." Grell confirmed. "They are kept in the library when not in use. The past of all living this – that is to say of everything that is doomed to die –all the sins they commit are carefully recorded in the shape of a book."
"A book created solely for the purpose of Doomsday," Ciel stated.
"A familiar story, is it not?" Sebastian added.
The Undertaker chuckled and took a lick of the salt. Ciel looked down at the pickled Undertaker, "Undertaker, I need you to help me with something."
The Undertaker chuckled, "If so, bestow the finest laughs upon…" he stopped, glancing up to Grell, "On second thought, my service will be free this time." Allen blinked a bit.
So at sunset, the Undertaker rode out on his coffin bearing carriage. When he finally arrived in Preston, at the cathedral, he said to the guard, "I am here to deliver a coffin, as per the order." The Undertaker chuckled.
"A coffin?" the guard asked. "I didn't hear anything about that."
"I have it here," the Undertaker went into his robes' over large sleeves, checking for the order. "Where did I put it?" he checked his pockets, having stored all sort of occult items in his robes. As the guard was a bit shocked, Ciel, Grell, Sebastian, and Allen made their way out of the coffin they were hiding in and hide behind the bushes.
"All right, you may enter," the guard said after seeing the order from Undertaker at last. He looked to the bushes, "Same goes for the people over there."
The four rose, "Told you this wouldn't work," Allen said bluntly.
Undertaker grinned, "Well then, I must be going now. I have played my part."
"Is that so? Thank you for your trouble," the guard has obliviously. "May your soul be purified."
The guard took the carriage with the coffin in it and the four visitors into the cathedral grounds. "Hey, wasn't the infiltration supposed to be difficult?" Ciel asked, disappointed.
"Yes, indeed it should have been," Sebastian nodded.
A trio of nuns came down the path, done with their chores. They smiled and bowed kindly at the visitors. "Impeccable smiles, aren't they?" Ciel criticized.
Sebastian smiled as well, "Rather instructive for you, Young Master, who forgot how to laugh long ago." Allen chuckled, copying their smiles and bows.
"Don't be ridiculous. Those are false smiles. I know because those are the same smiles Allen always gives everyone." Ciel looked back to his white0haired servant who grinned innocently.
They finally arrived at the cathedral. Allen admired the lovely holy space. Ciel stopped in the pews, gasped in shock, and looked up; on a stained glass lighting was a deadly familiar occult symbol. Everything up till now was connected to Ciel's painful past.
"Young Master?" Allen whispered to his lord and master.
A few young boys came running into the cathedral. They chimed, "Good evening!"
"Today was a wonderful day again, don't you think?" one asked brightly.
"Oh, they are so cute!" Grell grinned. "I have no interest in kids, though."
"Good, because if you did, I'd be disgusted and compelled to hit you, no, I would have to hit you," Allen threatened bluntly.
The boys ran up to the reaper and exorcist. "Good evening, Mr.'s Unclean. You both really are dirty, through and through."
"What?" Allen and Grell cried.
"Oh look! This Mr. Unclean isn't entirely unclean," a boy look Allen's left arm, moving up the sleeve and taking off his gloves, showing his misshapen arm and hand. "This arm is pure and clean." The boys ooh'd in awe as they studied and admired Allen's arm. Allen frowned, uncomfortably.
"Did something happen, Mr.'s Unclean? Are you feeling unwell?"
Grell hit one of the boy's heads, "You brat! Leave the 'unclean' out, understand!"
"Ah!" the boy cried, "I was touched by an Unclean!"
"You must be cleansed! You must be cleansed!" the boys ran off as Grell chased after them like a red monster. "Creepy. It's that Unclean again!" A nun came out of a room, the kids running inside.
The nun smiled, "After a certain age, all people are considered impure." She looked to the other three guests, Allen putting his glove on and sleeve down. "Judging by your clothes, you are a recent convert. Don't worry, once initiated into the teachers of the Founder, you will be purified."
"Hey, this place…" Ciel started, but was halted by Sebastian.
"Impure? That is a strange to hear." Sebastian smiled. He started walking through he pews to her, Allen tailing after him suspiciously. "Such a beautiful lady as yourself could not possibly be tainted. Allen clanged to him as Sebastian advanced towards the blushing nun. "I know close to nothing about this religious society. Could you please explain it to me err-" a tug on his coat by Allen who was pouting, "Could you please explain to us in detail?"
The nun blushed furiously, "Of course…But then, what are you both…"
Sebastian slammed his hand near her head, Allen mewling protests of it all. He neared his handsome face, "A bug he said softly. Sebastian raised his hand, a squashed bug on his gloves, he blew it away easily. "You'll tell us, right?" he pulled Allen close. 'Because I can't go anywhere without my little Allen."
The nun shivered and blushed, she took a good glance at Allen, blushing redder seeing how handsome her was as well. She shakily nodded her head. Allen did not like where this was going.
"Ah, stop it. I'll become dirty! I'll become dirty!" the nun moaned as she, Allen, and Sebastian did some private time in a little stone shack.
"Oh god Sebastian! This feels so good! Stick it in me next!" Allen groaned.
"Where? Wh…?" Sebastian grunted.
"I never experienced this kind of euphoria! Sebastian, this is better than I ever dreamed it would be!" Allen moaned loudly. The shack shook with the force of pounding and the moaning of a nun and a young teen doing it in a three-way with a demon butler.
Ciel glared at the shack, disturbed at the action going on. Grell was furious. Ciel groaned, "Can he use that kind of method, that lecherous guy!"
Grell howled in rage, "How can she have a sexy three-way with Al-chan and Sebas-chan! I must write that woman's name in my Death Note!" he then proceeded to scribble her name in his little black book.
"Ah…I saw it! The door to heaven…!" the nun moaned,.
"Me too! Yes!" Allen moaned blushed.
Sebastian stood behind Allen as he thrusted, "No matter how it's done…with a woman there's a smell." He continued doing his little pet. "But with cute little exorcists you can smell ecstasy." Allen moaned louder as he was forced to thrust in.
After an hour and a half sinful delicious pleasure, then nun gladly told what she knew. Allen laid there naked, covered in a blanket in Sebastian arms bridal-style, his hair undone down his back, being stroked by the pleased butler. Grell was glaring evilly at the woman
The nun then said what she knew as she put on her clothes, straightening her hair, "For those living for a long time, the Book of Doomsday will become dirty. The priest can purify parts of the filth. And, he said the Book of Doomsday doesn't only record the past, but also the future."
"Oh, the future?" Sebastian said smiling as his little ex-exorcist looked at the woman, titling his head then snuggling up to the demon.
"Yes. But only the chosen children of the Heaven's choir can tell the future."
"Heaven's choir?" Ciel asked. "Is it a praise group that does singing?"
"Singing? That isn't too accurate." She looked to Sebastian and Allen, blushing, Allen blushed and looked away, childishly hiding his flushed face into the demon butler's chest. "The beautiful sound comes from the priest's bedroom."
They soon left the nun; Allen dressed back into his uniform, still a bit dazed on what just happened. "It looks like only young boy were selected for the Heaven's Choir. That means only the Young Master, perhaps even Allen, can get close to the priest."
Allen heard Grell chuckled. Allen turned to see Grell in one of those choir boy outfits, tightly and small, wrong-looking on an older man. Allen was so shocked; he came out of his after-sex daze. "If it's Heaven's choir, then I can also enter it." He posed gaily. The three stared deadpanned at the shinigami. "How do I look? It fits, doesn't it?"
"Ahh! I've been made dirty!" A little boy in only his breeches beside him cried.
"You…" Ciel growled. Suddenly the chimes of the bells were heard. The boy sighed joyfully, "It's time for purification from the priest."
"Purification?" Grell echoed.
"There really is a smell," Sebastian said softly. He took Allen's head and inhaled his scent. "Much better." Allen blushed madly, shivering. He glared back at a building, spying on them was a hooded person.
"What is it?"
"Nothing. I just smelled the smell of decaying apples from the ground. Good thing Allen still smells of ecstasy." Allen flushed and whined.
Inside the cathedral, the sound of angels singing were heard. Many members prayed silently, in the back of the pews were the earl, reaper, and Butlers. Grell was clinging to Sebastian while Allen also laid his head on Sebastian's free arm, concentrating on the priest as Ciel was.
The priest came and stood up at the front. He was dressed in white robes, his hood hiding his face. He then said in a loud, echoing voice, 'Tonight, those who are unclean will be un-cleansed here." Two people, a man and a woman, both naked with the same occult mark tattoo on their backs kneeled before the priest. The priest was handed a large book.
"Is this the magic play?" Allen asked.
Grell cuddled up to Sebastian, "It's too far. I can't see it clearly."
The priest opened the book, "The lost and polluted children, let me read to you your Book of Doomsday. Jill, the second daughter of a farmer, had committed fornication at 15 and become pregnant." The woman began to sob silently. "Tomas hasn't committed many evil deeds, but he has been lazing around meaninglessly. This is a heavy sin."
Both man and woman started to radiate dark smoky aura from their bodies, making them shriek in pain. The crowd of worshippers silently prayed as the two were in pain. Then there was a shining light. "Hey." Ciel barked. The back stained glass began to shine with heavenly light, and like a movie theater, began to show different highlights of each of those two's lives. Allen's eyes widened, "This is…"
"The one without virtue, disappear. The one no useful, disappear." The priest roared. The glass then shattered, the two screamed and fell to the floor. The lights came back on, the stained glass of the Virgin Mary remained un-shattered. "On this platform, what is unclean no longer exists. The innocent white is left after purification. What should you do from now on?"
The crowd swooned and gasped in awe and excitement. The exclaimed, "The priest. The priest." The praised him. "We're grateful." The two sat up, and had cloth wrapped around them by the assistants and taken away. Allen glanced at Ciel, who stared forward at the platform.
"This is strange. That guy's book isn't the Shinigami's magic play." Grell said after everyone left, leaving only the four alone in the back pews.
"Then that means he doesn't have the power to see the past," Allen said.
"Ah, you're still here," a familiar nun for earlier gasped in delight. "You've been granted the blessing of heaven." She looked to Ciel and Allen.
"It's ok. I can do it for him, myself!" Allen said as Ciel pulled away from the nuns who were stripping them to get changed. Allen tried to pull away, but they were both tugged back by the nuns.
"You can't For those chosen to enter Heaven's choir, even their fingernails have to be cleansed."
A nun rubbed her cheek against Allen's burgundy arm, "Ah, this beautiful pure clean skin, it does not need to be cleansed, it's so clean." Another nun also rubbed her cheek against Ciel's arm, making both boys shudder.
"Don't touch me!" the both pulled away, pulling their clothes, blushes on their cheek.
"Don't worry, we have been cleansed already," the nun smiled.
"That isn't it…"
Sebastian entered the room, "Excuse me, please let me do the rest."
"That's impossible, because you're still unclean."
Sebastian gave a charming pouty looked, making Allen and the nuns blush and swoon, "Have I been polluted already?"
"Um, maybe not."
"No. No."
So Sebastian bathed not only his young master, but his little pet as well. "You're full of yourself today," Ciel scoffed.
"No, I just want to handle things smoothly," Sebastian replied easily. "I don't want the Young Master or Allen to encounter any risks." Allen blushed as he ran his fingers down his neck.
"Heh." Allen chuckled, "To think I'd actually hear this from your lips. It makes me kind of happy."
"In the ceremony just then, even if the Book of Doomsday is fake, there should still be some kind of a power." Sebastian said, drenching both boys.
"Unclean." Ciel said. Sebastian stopped scrubbing his master's back. Ciel recalled that creepy little clown doll from the Drocell incident. "The puppet said that to me. And also, this." He moved his arm, Allen getting a good look of the burned brand symbol on his body. "The mark pushing me to the direction of hell is the only clue we have now."
Allen asked after dunking his head under the water, "Do you really believe that if you grasp hold if it, you can climb out of hell?"
"No, not to climb out, but to grasp hold of the spider thread and pull the other person down. Pull him down to the hell I've gone through."
Sebastian smirked, "This is my-no…our master."
"At this moment, you both should say one thing."
The two butlers, washed and washing bowed, "Yes, my Lord."
After cleansed and clothed, the nuns led Ciel and Allen to the priest, who stood at the platform. "I've brought them, priest."
"Everyone else, leave us," the priest ordered. The nuns nodded and left. "You've become clan, Ciel and Allen." The boys looked up, confused and startled that he knew their names. "Come over here." The priest turned and took out the Doomsday Book. The earl and his butler followed after him.
"It's our honor to be chosen by the priest," Ciel spoke on behalf of him and Allen.
The priest put a hand on the younger boy's shoulder, "I want to read this to you both."
"Priest," Allen spoke up, "this Book of Doomsday is…"
"Let me read to you this book until you both fall asleep. Tonight is special, isn't it?"
Ciel gasped, remembering who else spoke those exact words. It was his mother who spoke those words, on the day of his birthday, on the day of her and his father's deaths. The man's hands move over the boys' forehead, raising their bangs. The priest's thumb traced the pentagram that overlapped a pentacle on Allen's brow. 'Wh...what is happening?' both remember each of their father's, Vincent and Mana, did that to them when they were young.
"This hand…"
"Purify it…" an angelic female voice chimed. Ciel stood back, backing into the arms of his faithful teen butler. Allen knew this voice. "Purify your innate sins here." The stained glass of the occult symbol on the ceiling glowed, the priest then grabbed Ciel's throat. Allen growled, throwing the priest off and holding his master close to him.
'That's right. That thing…it's impossible.' The burning of a mansion, the abandoned grave in the snow, caked with blood and metal.
"Sebastian this is an order." Ciel growled, hugging Allen close. "Kill him."
"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian crashed through the stained glass right next to the one of the Virgin Mary, Grell behind him. Sebastian threw a knife at the priest's head, hitting him dead on. The priest fell back, another priest charged for Allen and Ciel, but Allen kicked him away, Sebastian tore the man, who was nothing more then an illusion of white feathers. "It really is you, Angela."
Soaring through the cathedral, was Angela in a pure white dress. Allen gasped, she had white angel wings, an angel. Angela was a real angel.
Grell cried, "Wait, wait a minute. Why is she here?"
Angela grabbed Allen and Ciel, she pressed something of Allen's neck making his freeze. Ciel struggled in Allen's limp arm and Angela strong grip. "Young Master! Allen!" She also held out a brown book.
"That, that is the real Shinigami magic play!" Grell exclaimed pointing at her. Film came out of the book, wrapping Sebastian in a web of supernatural life film.
"Grell, use your Death-Scythe…" He called to the reaper.
"Wait! I'm cutting it." Grell shot back as he used his scissors to cut through the film web.
Sebastian glared, "What is that?"
"That can't be helped. Will confiscated my Death Scythe!"
Angela whispered into the ears of her hostages, "Release all your past brightness and darkness here." The stained glass of Virgin Mary glowed as a bright portal engulfed them. Allen and Ciel screamed.
"Young Master! Allen!"
The film suddenly was shredded, falling to the floor,. 'All cut!" Grell cheered.
Sebastian charged, "Let's go." He and Grell leapt into the portal just before it closed after Angela.
There! Angela's true colors and wings are shown. We also see a bit of Ash's and Kanda's colors as well. Oh no! Allen and Ciel have been kidnapped too! What will happen next, I wonder? Anyway, this arc also gives me an excuse to get Allen laid by Sebastian. Heh, I'm just a little pervert. Hope you all enjoyed that. I hope you can guess who might make a brief appearance next. Ciao~!
*dives into Yaoi-smut submarine*