Chapter 12: Sebastian POV

The events and conversations of the day drove me to go back to London and seek out the one man who, despite our rocky interactions over the many years, was still an ally, or at least tolerated the many inquiries we asked of him - the Undertaker. He straddled the line of Demons, Reapers, and Humans, yet had his own reasons to serve each sector.

"I'd say it's a pleasure to see you Sebastian, but I'm afraid by your look, nothing good is coming from this meeting," the ex-Reaper said as I closed the door. "Hehe! Well what do you want?"

"Perhaps you can assist me in discovering a possible low-level possession?"

"Oh that does sound interesting," he said, sitting down. He gestured for me to sit also. I sat on the pile of coffins and looked over at him. "Well, what makes you think you have a lower Demon around you?"

"One within my house is showing some interesting behavior," I began. I didn't want to give the Undertaker too much. He helped us, but that didn't mean he was a friend. "I haven't thought much about it, but once it was pointed out, I do believe that it is more than just a normal Human behavior."

"Abnormal Human behavior? Well yes, a Demon could do that," he said slowly. "I would think Demons were more your territory, hehe."

"I haven't been around many of 'my kind' in a while," I said. "We are rather territorial once we have Contacts. And those who are looking for one don't normally come close to those of us who do."

The Undertaker was quiet for a second more. "Is the affected individual a child? They are more, shall we say, open, to suggestive spirits."

I reflected on that. Yes, Humans had stories of ghosts and possessions. Religions suggested that they may exist, and I knew how much of it was true. Lower Demons would find it easier to possess susceptible Humans, to feed off the Soul slowly, without a marked Contact like the ones I had with my Souls.

"Where do these Demons gather," the Undertaker asked, breaking our silence.

"In the past, many would find places that lended itself to 'open' Humans. Hospitals for instance - dying Humans will grip to anything as they feel themselves slip away. Easy Contracts," I added, recalling the few times I had done so. "A school would be easy as well." I paused. The Master and Mistress had picked their schools with care when they decided to send the young Master to Boarding school instead of hiring a Tutor. "Yes, that may have been it," I said quietly.

"Oh, shame. I didn't get to help you solve your problem," the Undertaker said. He frowned and then giggled. "I'm sure the Watchdog will be pleased."

I got up as he was talking. I thanked him and saw myself out the door. My thoughts flew even as I did, and as my feet touched Phantomhive land, I shook my coat out and slowly walked the edge of the territory. If the young Master was not acting on his own, that would explain the growing bouts of outlandish behavior escalating.

As the sun began to greet the sky, I found myself pulling out a third cake for the day. I took a deep breath and smelled the fragrances of the Humans in the house. I would investigate as the Master suggested. I would find where the young Master was possessed and how. This could help me expel it without hurting the boy.