Chapter 5

Lorabelle waited with the Undertaker outside his store for Sebastian to show up with her dear brother when the Undertaker put one of his cloaks over her shoulders.

"Don't want you getting cold," the Undertaker said with a laugh as they heard the low steady trotting of horses from down the street. "Sounds like that butler is coming," he murmured under his breath, causing Lorabelle to laugh.

A stagecoach pulled up with four bay horses, and Sebastian hopped down, still wearing his tutor outfit. "Sorry I'm late, but I had to catch a kitten," Sebastian said while opening the door and helping Harry out who was about to kill the shoes.

"Oh you look absolutely dashing~," Lorabelle purred as she hugged her brother who wobbled slightly.

"I think the Devil must have made high-heels and corsets," Harry grumbled as he hugged his sister back, causing her to let out her bell-like laugh.

"I don't know if I'd go that far," Sebastian said with a smirk.

"Now that I have you," Harry said as he gripped Lorabelle's wrist as she released him. "Why did you put me in a dimension with someone that I once was?" he asked.

"Fufufufu, sounds like you are in trouble now Madame Death," the Undertaker said with a laugh.

"Well, as you know Soulmates have different levels of their personalities some are better than others and some are a whole lot worst. This was the only one that had your Soulmate as close as you remembered him. Of course I don't think the other one was as sadistic," she muttered, looking carefully at Sebastian.

"Wait one moment, you mean to tell me that I am Harry's Soulmate?" Sebastian asked incredulously. "Why didn't you tell me?" he rounded on Harry.

Harry blinked sheepishly at him. "I was kind of hoping you would figure it out on your own," he mumbled.

Sebastian sighed. "I cannot possibly tell you how difficult it is for demons to understand human concepts such as love. So it would be difficult for us to pinpoint that certain feeling. Even regarding mates that we court," he said, raising an eyebrow at Lorabelle and the Undertaker who were quietly snickering. "So how exactly did you feel about me when you were Ciel in that other realm? I am still completely baffled by it," he asked, causing Lorabelle and the Undertaker to start laughing.

Harry started blushing again. "I think I saw you as a father figure or something though I'm not positive," he said sheepishly.

"Well, from now on when you get the feeling that we've encroached on something that has already been done, let me know," Sebastian said with a somewhat teasing smile.

Harry nodded with a slight grin.

"Now you were saying something earlier about something existing in your realm that doesn't exist here and vice versa?" Sebastian questioned.

Harry looked pointedly at Lorabelle who just smiled her signature Cheshire grin. "There were wizards and witches, ghosts, unicorns, goblins, house elves, veelas, vampires and werewolves and other fairy tale creatures that you might find in story books. However, demons, angels and grim reapers except for Lorabelle and her riders didn't exist directly as they didn't interfere with the human world by the time Merlin came around and started up the Wizarding World," Harry said sadly.

Sebastian blinked. "Huh, I wondered what happened to them all," he muttered sarcastically.

"Oh, they were killed by the strongest wizards and witches, and then they were reborn as one or as another mythical creature," Lorabelle said quickly. "What?" she asked when she had 3, well 2 really, pairs of eyes staring at her. "Lucifer was talking it over with M and Black…something," Lorabelle said with a smile.

"Speaking of Lucifer, why didn't you tell me that he desired me as a mate?" Harry asked quietly.

Lorabelle's head immediately snap to look at him. "When did you run into him?" she asked sharply, her voice screeching over.

"Yesterday or the day before yesterday?" Harry questioned and then looked at Sebastian who suddenly was not taking the news all that well. "You took me there remember when I asked you for Nightshade, Hell Root and Mandrakes," Harry started whimpering when the glow in Sebastian's eyes intensified.

"Potion ingredients of course," Lorabelle snorted, her voice just as dangerous as Sebastian's eyes. "Tell me, did he recognize you as the Master of Death?" she asked.

"Not really," Harry said, looking to the unreadable Undertaker who seemed just as stiff.

"What do you mean not really," Lorabelle growled.
"Um, he figured that even though I shared my name with the Master of Death, I couldn't be him because you would never allow me to go there alone," Harry said, backing up a step.

"Damn right," Lorabelle snorted and burnt air wafted to all of their noses.

"Did he threaten to eat you?" Sebastian's voice was deep and husky.

"I-I- yes," he finally answered at the pointed looks he received from both his sister and his Soulmate.

A snarl ripped from both Sebastian's and Lorabelle's throats as Sebastian went completely demonic and Lorabelle became a large black dragon, breathing low flames and a bunch of smoke.

The Undertaker just put a hand on the crouched dragon's forearm. "Calm down, my dear. Harry is still alive, is he not? And Sebastian, do change back to that handsome butler form of yours before you scare Harry to badly that you have no chance of getting him as a mate. He is an Elt demon after all," the Undertaker said with a laugh as both sister and Soulmate reverted to their accustomed forms.

"Elt demon?" Sebastian asked, looking at Harry who had pulled himself into a ball on the ground.

"Lorabelle told me a bit about it. A type of deer, wasn't it? Similar to an Elk, but it is a hell lot bigger, I think about 11 feet, right?" the Undertaker looked to Lorabelle for confirmation.

Lorabelle nodded. "Which is why he has the scent of lightning mixed with teeming life, and why he is so human," she said with a smile at Sebastian's nod.

They ended up spinning the rest of the night informing Sebastian about Harry's past accomplishments and titles, much to Harry's dismay, and all about the realm that Harry had come from while he held his Soulmate close to his chest, which Harry was quite content in falling into a light doze. Sebastian was interested in the Dragon and Phoenix Inheritance that Harry had received from his father while Lorabelle only received the Dragon Inheritance. Then about the Animagi, which Lorabelle said was dangerous to demons simply because they reacted better to Dark magic than Light.

Sebastian stood behind his young master as he sat in the drawing room with hands clenching table in a death grip while the title read 'Jack the Ripper Strikes Again?!'.

"It looks like the Viscount wasn't the murderer after all," Lau said with laugh.

Harry stood slightly to Sebastian's left and felt his stomach clench. He looked at him desperately before gripping his arm as if it was in pain.

Sebastian immediately saw and was at his side. "Is something wrong?" he asked him worriedly, reaching to take his arm. He looked at it, but saw nothing was wrong and he gave a quizzical look.

"Chainsaw, and I kind of sprained my wrist earlier when I fell," Harry hissed ever so slightly.

"Chain-what?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"I remember a chainsaw… and a Grim Reaper with red hair." Harry blinked. "Red. There was also a lot of red," he said ever so softly.

Sebastian nodded. "Young Master," Sebastian inquired.

Ciel jerked back to reality and saw Sebastian holding Harry's right arm in a tender grip. He also noticed the slight death glare that Grell, Madame Red's incompetent butler, was giving Harry, for what reason he knew not. "Yes?"

"It appears that Harry injured himself earlier when he fell in the kitchen. It is nothing more than a sprained wrist, but it needs to be wrapped. Would you mind excusing us while I take care of his wrist since he has finally seen fit to tell me about it," here Sebastian looked pointedly at Harry who dropped his head in shame.

"Very well, we'll discuss Jack the Ripper when you get back," Ciel said with a dismissive hand gesture.

"Thank you my lord," Sebastian said and dragged Harry out of the drawing room and up the stairs and into their room. "Do you remember anything else at all?" he asked Harry who was slightly shaken.

"Um, Cinematic Records," Harry offered with a frown.

"Cinematic Records?" Sebastian looked up from the bandages he was soaking in a basin with healing salve.

Harry nodded. "They help a Shinigami decide whether or not a human is worth keeping alive. It is rare that one lives once written down on the 'To Die List' all the lives that have so far been taken during this case were not on that list," he then reached out and pulled a strange rectangular black object and pressed a button the side. "This here is from my realm which was advanced in technology and electricity. Mine happens to run off of magic from the Runes that convert the electricity into magic. Either way, it updates quite regularly since Lorabelle subscribed me to the 'Death List' as I call it," Harry said as he tapped the screen.

"What is that thing called? And does it show who the Reaper is?" Sebastian knelt down as he took Harry's left hand and bandaged it tightly but not tight enough to cause discomfort or loss of blood circulation in the hand.

"It is called a tablet, and no, because the correct paperwork had not been filled out. When I find the Head of the Division of Shinigamis, I'll make sure he is demoted to desk jobs and any other punishments that demeans him. Killing humans not on the Death List is a crime punishable by death itself by the Brotherhood, which are wraiths, and sometimes one or two take an unhealthy interest in me, but Lorabelle takes care of it almost immediately." Harry swiped through the thing with his good hand. "Remember this name for me if you don't mind, William T. Spears," Harry asked, looking up at Sebastian.

"Of course," Sebastian said as he sat on the bed next to Harry. He snaked an arm around Harry's waist, which caused him to squeak and banish his tablet into one of his magical pockets. "So my Savior," Sebastian chuckled as Harry squeaked hatefully at one of his old names.

"That does not sound right coming from your sinful mouth," Harry said with his own chuckle.

"Mm, but just so you know, I can tie a cherry stem into a knot," Sebastian whispered seductively before catching Harry's mouth with his own.

It was passionate and filled with promises as they both crashed back on the bed, Sebastian's body above his own. Harry let out a soft moan while his hands became tangled in Sebastian's hair. He broke the kiss and froze as another memory flashed before his eyes.

"Harry?" Sebastian asked quickly, untangling Harry's hands from his hair. "Is something wrong?"

"The Reaper in red will kill Madame Red with his chainsaw," Harry turned wide eyes on Sebastian.

Sebastian just sighed. "I love you Chosen One, but really? You had to think of that then?"

"Wait a second, that chainsaw; I don't think he went through the process of getting it properly modified, which is another charge I can add to whoever's account," Harry said almost gleefully and then realized he was stuck between Sebastian and the bed, and he blinked owlishly. "Um, how did I end up here?" he questioned his Soulmate who just laughed then and got up. "Erm, Sebastian, how does the mating process work between our species?"

"Curious?" Sebastian asked with a smirk.

"Kind of," Harry mumbled.

"Nothing to different between two human males for us, one is decided as the dominant and the other as a submissive, yet dominant over any other courters that take a fancy to their dominant partner. Usually dominants have to fight over the right to mate with a submissive, and I suppose I have my work cut out for me if Lucifer is the other dominant male seeking your affection," Sebastian said the last part bitterly.

"I only want you, and I don't think you'll use me like Ginny did or Lucifer if he ever got his paws on me," Harry said with a shudder.

"I have not much of a reason to. Yes, you would bring me more power, but I like my current life style as plain and regular as it is. The only drawback is… well, kids since we are both male," Sebastian said, looking into the mirror to fix his hair so that Ciel wouldn't suspect anything was up.

"It's been a while since I last had kids," Harry said softly and smiled when Sebastian looked at him in the mirror.

"I didn't mean to make you think of them. It is just that Crow demons normally pride themselves in the number of kids they have. My old rival has only two I think because his wife was killed and that is normally how many a demon has any way," Sebastian said, running a comb through his hair.

Harry blinked. "If Crow demons pride themselves in kids, then why don't they have many?"

"Most demons are homosexual. It is kind of the norm for us, but the mother often loses the kids because of stress from her environment or she goes on strike against her mate because of a choice he made, or most commonly, the mother is killed. As far as other races, humans don't last long, Grim Reapers, well, you are the first walking contradiction only because of your sister, and angels, well, they are worse than the Reapers," Sebastian explained, now turning to look at Harry who was looking a little green. "Harry?"

"I'm alright," Harry gasped. "Just that, that I, um, can carry children," he said the last part with a cough.

"Say that one more time?" Sebastian walked closer and focused directly on Harry.' "I can, uh, carry children," Harry said while reinventing the same blush that he normally got from Lorabelle. "It is part of my Phoenix Inheritance and since my Dragon Inheritance is submissive to whoever the dominant is, then I can carry children of the one I choose to be my mate. Of course it helps that I'm an Elt demon that dabbles in Life magic as well, but even if it wasn't for my Inheritances or the Elt, I could still carry children or you if for some reason you were the submissive because the Wizarding World came up with potions for homosexual couples," Harry said.

"You never cease to amaze me," Sebastian said with smile.

"Take care of him Sebastian, he is only a child," Madame Red said before she left with Grell.

"I will until the very end," was Sebastian's reply before she had left.

Harry had noticed the look of hatred in both of their eyes as the Burnette pair left, and he wondered what transpires when he wasn't around certain people.

"Sebastian, you wouldn't," Ciel asked as he sat up in bed, dressed only in his long night shirt.

"I've told you countless times, I would never lie to you. By all reasoning, Viscount Druitt is the only human who could be Jack the Ripper," Sebastian said, glancing at Harry who seemed weaker than usual.

Ciel followed Sebastian's glance and noticed Harry leaning against his wardrobe with labored breathing. Something is going on between those two. It is almost as if Sebastian is concerned for that smaller demon. "It would help if a human had help from an inhuman accomplice," Ciel said.

"We should move out now," Harry said weakly gazing at Sebastian and then turning those eyes onto Ciel.

"Yes, you are growing stronger everyday my lord, and I can become your knight or pawn. So move me into check," Sebastian said with a sadistic smile.\

They waited outside of the next victim's apartment. Ciel had a medical eye patch and peasant clothes on and talking to Sebastian, and said butler was hugging a very weak, black kitten and trying to keep him warm. Harry knew what this weakness was, and he wasn't about to tell Sebastian, not yet. It would be over after that meddlesome Reaper was put in his place.

A scream broke the silence, causing the two companions plus a kitten to run towards the victim's house and Ciel shoved the door open. Sebastian covered Ciel's eyes and pulled him back though Ciel vomited on the spot.

"I figured you would be here, Grell Sutcliff," Sebastian said coldly.

"No, no, I heard the scream and rushed in to help, but she was already-" Grell started until Sebastian cut him off.

"To be honest, I was fooled by your appearance for a few seconds, but then I became surprised to see one of your filth to be posing as a butler. You are supposed to stand neutral between God and Death, and as a butler you are supposed to follow your master like a shadow, become an extension of your master. You have failed in both areas," Sebastian said, his eloquent voice ringing out.

Then a shark-like grin came over a blood splattered Grell's mouth. "You are not really Sebastian are you? No, I think I'll call you Sebas-chan… no even better yet, Bassy~" Grell said as the blood magically disappeared and his hair became red as he ran a comb through it. He then attached extended eyelashes to his own and replaced his glasses with red and tiny skulls were used as one of those pieces that kept the glasses around someone's neck. "But your name really isn't Sebastian either," Grell smirked before blowing a kiss at the demon.

Sebastian shuddered and felt the weakened kitten still clinging to the inside of his trench coat hiss in anger, which sounded like a sneeze. "It is the name that my master gave me and probably will be for the rest of my days, and I would like to ask you to refrain from doing anything on while I'm on duty and off for that matter," Sebastian said with a twitch of his eyebrow. "But I have never seen a Death God in the human world before," Sebastian mused. Except for Undertaker… and would Lorabelle count? She is Death in the flesh.

"You could say I fell in love with a certain woman," Grell said.

"Who?" Ciel finally pulled Sebastian's hand away from his eye and watched as Madame Red stepped out.

"Do you really need to ask?" said woman asked with a forced smile.

Harry tuned out the rest of the conversation, knowing how went and then Sebastian suddenly jumped back just as a chainsaw struck right where he had been standing. Harry's mind was doing flips as Sebastian dodged, and then let himself crawl down Sebastian's tall frame to get to safety, which caused Sebastian to go defensive wherever his Soulmate was at.

Harry dropped to the ground and ran towards Ciel when he sensed another Death God entering the area. Oh no, Harry quickly ran down the street and turned into a human before jumping up unto the roof tops to deal with the 2nd Death God who happened to be another male with black hair and the same poisoned-green eyes except covered by black frame glasses, and wearing a black suit and had retractable gardening shears? Who was making these things?

"Hmph, another demon scum," the man said in a cold monotone voice.

"Thank you very much, but I would prefer to be called Harry if you don't mind," Harry said coldly.

The other Death God frowned. "Surely you don't mean… yes, you do, I am terribly sorry my lord," the Death God then bowed.

"Please do try to forget the titles unless it is demon scum. I believe there is a red-headed Shinigami with an unverified chainsaw down there?" Harry asked as he pointed to where he could see Sebastian fighting with Grell.

"Yes, I've actually came to collect him. He has caused a lot of trouble to the Reapers lately," the man said.

"You are?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Excuse me sir, I am William T. Spears. Head of the Division of Shinigami, and I am terribly sorry about that wretch," William said with a low bow.

"Ah, just the man I wanted to speak with. I want you to demote that thing down to the lowest job you have… desk jobs if you must and all paperwork is to be sent to him to be done immediately. His reaping tool shall be a pair of children's safety scissors. Any top missions send them to me, and I will take care of them and the paperwork or I will past them on to my sister or have it sent to her Riders and she or I will do the paperwork. Understood?" Harry questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes sir," William said with a nod.

"Now let us get down there before he kills Madame Red," Harry said and turned to head back to where his love was fighting with that awful, man-stealer Shinigami.

Master Life does not appear too thrilled with Grell. I wonder what he did this time to get on his bad side," William wondered briefly before following. At least I now have a chance to knock sense into that gay fool that thinks of himself as a female actress.

Review as always are appreciated, and should Madame Red die?