Isabelle's vision blurred as involuntary tears invaded her eyes before spilling out onto her cheeks.

Everything is gone.

"Quite the sight isn't it?"

Isabelle tensed at the unfamiliar voice and spun on her heels to meet its owner.

"You." she growled, taking a step back wearily. The woman in white stood before her, bearing a soft smile.

"You lost them all a long time ago- yes I'm very aware Isabelle Cavanaugh."

Isabelle tensed, and clenched her fists defensively, but the woman paid her no mind as she continued to speak.

"Would you like them back?"

"... what?"

"Your family? Would you like to see them again?"

Isabelle froze. This cannot be… she thought, feeling the growing lump in her throat. She stepped back with an abrupt stumble and found herself on the ground before the woman in white. Then, the woman knelt down, offering her hand to the frightened maiden.

She gave a soft smile, "come now… your family is awaiting your return…"

Isabelle felt her eyes twitch and water as she stared at the hand bearing porcelain skin before her. And she took the hand as her tears began to flow. She held it tight like a lifeline and felt her body, her mind, and her world around her flutter. Lighten.

"Please…" the woman cooed, "call me Ava, little Isabelle. I am your savor from the impurities that invade you."

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"That DAMNED angel!" Enobria scowled, looking for Isabelle among the mess in her room, straightening up simultaneously.

Ciel, Sebastian, and the servants of the Phantomhive manor had joined her in the room, looking for the lost earl. But it was all pointless. She had disappeared without a trace. However, that did not deter the Young Master's determination.

He would find her, no matter the obstacles. Or consequences.

Ciel ordered Sebastian to scour the city and the butler did so without question, out the window in a moment with the servants screaming at the sight in surprise. While Mey Rin, Finnian, Bardroy, and Snake all gawked out the window as the butler disappeared, Ciel brought his attention to the maid in black.

"You," he called, "let us be off. We have to find your master as quickly as possible."

Enobria blinked in surprise before she felt a smirk cross her lips, "... is that an order?"

Ciel's eyes had widened a fraction but it did not change his answer in the slightest as he gave the maid a firm "yes". She gave him a smirk and bowed, hand over her heart.

"Yes, Young Master."

And with that, Enobria and Ciel took off into the dark of London, set on meeting with someone who could help them access "the other side". Sebastian had already been waiting at the rundown structure when they arrived by carriage.

Ciel narrowed his eyes as he approached the door and with an irritated huff, he swung open the door, calling into the shop.

'Undertaker! Come out now!"

A harsh cackle emitted through the shop as the Grim Reaper crawled up from an open casket, sporting a toothy grin behind his facial scar.

"Well this is a surprise. Why have you come so late in the night Young Lord?" he asked, scooting toward the waiting figures at his front door. However, Ciel did not answer and instead invited himself to sit with both Enobria and Sebastian at either side behind him, at attention. Undertaker took notice of the new feminine face and gave her a quick glance up and down before lying down on the casket presented at the back of the shop.

"If you need something I'll require the payment Young Lord~" he cackled, tilting his head with a sort of vain innocence. Ciel scowled.

"I do not have time for this! I need to know how to get to an angel's domain!" he ordered, fists clenched. Undertaker didn't listen. He wasn't willing to work without payment. And Enobria was ready to provide said payment as quickly as possible.

Ciel and Sebastian were swiftly forced from the shop and locked away outside. For a few moments it lay quiet but, shortly, the shop erupted in the scratchy laughter belonging to Undertaker. Sebastian and Ciel opened the door hesitantly, peeking in to see Undertaker rolling around in a vicious fit of laughter, the maid still sat where they left her.

Undertaker rubbed his face with a hoarse chuckle and sat up, "t-that was brilliant- oh brilliant! I like this one~" he cheered, pointing at Enobria who sat cross legged upon a casket.

"Now for my request." Ciel muttered, joining her.

"Ah- yes yes~ There is no such thing as an angel's "domain", silly earl~"

Butler, maid, and master all stood in Undertaker's presence, dumfounded. Sensing the confusion, the reaper continued, rolling his wrist with his gaze concentrated on the Young Master.

"There's a good chance the angel has, instead, taken the person you're looking for faaar away to a place precious to them-"

Before Undertaker could finish, Enobria stood and strode toward the door. Undertaker gave a dragged huff as the butler and master followed Enobria outside to the carriage.

"You know where she's been taken then?"

"Yes."

"Right then," Ciel said, glancing at Sebastian, "return the carriage to the manor Sebastian and return to our location as quickly as you can."

Sebastian gave a quick nod and bow as he hopped up to the carriage's coach. He was off in a second and Ciel was left in Enobria's care. He gave a quick "gah!" as she scooped him up from the street bridal style and whisked him away.

The next thing Ciel knew, he was atop a building, being carried through the air at the speed of a horse's complete gallop. Ciel had recognized this speed, a similar skill his butler also possessed and used during several daring cases and escapes. He found himself hurtling through London and, in what seemed like mere minutes later, there were woods surrounding him.

A dense forest encircled the very outskirts of the city and Enobria, sprinting in a blur through the trees in her heeled boots, gave no sign of slowing until the treeline ceased to a few standing lone in an expanse of fields, mostly utilized for farming, a few miles out.

Among the large farmlands stood the houses with them, however, most notable in their company, was a smaller cottage, run down and left to decay with the land. It stood with no glass in the windows, the door off its hinges, and overgrown vegetation taking over the walls and floors. Dust coated many, if not all, surrounding surfaces indoors.

Even so, Ciel and Enobria stepped inside, disturbing the collecting dust and debris. No, someone had distressed it not long before. Enobria wearily ventured upstairs but was immediately stopped by an incredible force pushing her back down.

A hand.

Two hands wrapped around her neck and pinned her against the wall, causing it to quiver and crumble behind the maid at her back. Enobria's red eyes stared right into the lilac of her opponent.

"You." she growled, pushing back the woman in white and gave Ciel a quick glance as she then held the angel back. "GO!" she barked, "Upstairs! I shall hold her off!"

Ciel nodded, retreating up the stairs as crashes and bashes echoed downstairs in a frenzy of destruction and utter chaos. His feet carried him upstairs so quickly he may have tripped and fallen if he thought about it, but nothing could stop him now from reaching her.

There she lay in a bed. Her skin shone pale white and her eyes were closed, almost as if she had been subjected to a deep sleep. He crawled over her and pulled her into his lap worriedly, shaking her.

"Isabelle!" he called, "Isabelle!"

When he gained no response, he scowled and resorted to shaking her and screaming her name. He was desperate. And he was also out of time.

He grunted when the floor below gave a harsh tremble and Enobria immediately bolted up the stairs and to the earl's side. She scooped up Isabelle in a tight hold and took Ciel's hand, going to the second story window of the bedroom. She held Isabelle close before jumping, dragging Ciel with her.

His eyes widened and before he could scream or yell at the maid, he was landing in the strong arms of his butler below.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes as he held Ciel, meeting Enobria's gaze before following her, hurrying back to the manor as quickly as possible. Ciel managed to steal a quick glance, looking back to the house only to see her standing in the doorway.

The woman in white seemed untouched compared to Enobria's numerous cuts and bruises adorning her body. But there was no stopping their mad dash back to the safety of the manor. The entire trip, Ciel could only gaze at Isabelle in her pristine yet corpse-like state.

Enobria forced the door of the front foyer open, only to be greeted by the worried servants and their questions. She "tsked" and made her way past them as Sebastian set Ciel down. The young master however, could not escape the bombardment of questions and hugs of relief. He could only watch the maid carry Isabelle upstairs and out of his view.

The moment the servants allowed his freedom, however, he went to the second floor. He went to Isabelle's side.

Enobria had laid her limp body in the bed and had been examining and monitoring her vitals. The maid's eyes were narrowed seriously and she didn't acknowledge Ciel's entrance in the slightest. He took a seat beside Isabelle on the bed, glancing at the maid who stood beside her.

".. Can you give us a moment?" he mumbled, looking down at the girl in the bed.

Enobria blinked slowly before nodding, bowing her head as she exited the room.

Ciel heaved a sigh and dropped his head. For a few moments he sat quiet, only to be awoken, in a sense, by his memory of Isabelle's presence in the bed below him. He narrowed his eyes sadly and lowered his voice to a gentle whisper, cupping her cheeks as he called her name in a whisper.

Even though he didn't expect a response, it still saddened him when her lips remained motionless. He leaned a bit closer, running his thumb gently along her bottom lip, plump, soft and pink like that of a rose petal. He narrowed his eyes a fraction more before finding the courage to lean down.

He shut his eyes, claiming her lips lightly and carefully, intent on being as gentle as possible though he was inexperienced. However, the young lord tensed when he felt her cold arms wrap around his neck and the lips before his slowly accept his first kiss.

Isabelle's eyelids gave a twitch as she held him close for warmth and, in response, Ciel held her tighter, closer. Their lips parted with a concurrent, hot breath and they both stared into the azure abyss that laid within both of their gazes.

Ciel smiled while breathing an affectionate laugh, "good morning, Lady Isabelle."

OHOHOHOHOOOOO! CIEL DID THE THING! TOOK 19 CHAPTERS BUT HE DID THE THING!And now a little explanation. Yes, angels, though not canon in the manga and only the anime, are going to be included in this story. I feel that if demons and grim reapers can exist in this world it is somewhat realistic the angels also have a place am I right? No? Well if you don't like it sorry ;-; Anyways I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter!

Stay creative my friends~