Going down to the first floor, Sebastian lead me from the room I was resting in to where Ciel and Edna were currently in. Walking into a small living room, Edna and Ciel sat across from each other, a tea set between them suggesting they had been there for a long time. Ciel's face was emotionless, while Edna's expression was impatient and uneasy. Upon entering the room, Sebastian cleared his throat.

"My lord, Lady Redwood. I apologize for the interruption, but our unconscious friend has now awaken."

Both Ciel and Edna turned towards our direction. At the sight of me, Edna's eyes grew wide.

"Sebas-!"

She cut herself off, her expression calming.

"No...I should be calling you by your real name."

Stiffly, she stood up from her chair and approached me. We made eye contact, me seeing that it was hard for her to keep this professional appearance up.

"How are you feeling, Grell?" Edna asked, the sound of her saying my real name making my heart skip a beat. "Are you well enough to go back to our townhouse or would you prefer to stay here since it is so late?"

I studied her for a moment. Something was bugging her, and from the look in her eyes I could sense she wanted to talk to me alone. If she knew what my real name was, Ciel most likely had informed her about my past with his aunt. I feared how Edna would react to know that I was a murderer before I lost my memory, and even worse, was not even human.

"I'm fine to go back home," I finally said, my voice unintentionally flat. "We can't over stay our welcome."

Or at least I can't. I turned my gaze to Ciel.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Phantomhive, I am...grateful for it."

Ciel narrowed his one seen eye.

"Just stay out of trouble."

We glared at each other for a moment, where I eventually pulled myself away and took a hold of Edna's hand. Without looking at Sebastian, he showed us out the front door.

"Would you like me to give you a ride home in our carriage?" Sebastian asked as we stepped out.

"My townhouse isn't too far from here, we can handle the walk," Edna answered over her shoulder. "But thank you for the offer."

Sebastian nodded.

"As you wish, my lady. Good night to you both."

His red eyes met mine for a split second before he closed the door. Once he was gone, Edna and I made our way home, the spring night being warm and silent.

"I'm so glad you are safe, Grell," Edna said, her voice cracking. "I was so worried about you, I was afraid I was going to lose you."

I blinked.

"I...was it really that bad?"

Edna nodded, her grip on my hand tightening.

"It was... You were shaking so badly and you were crying like you were in so much pain... And after Sebastian knocked you out unconscious...your body was so limp it almost appeared as if you were dead..."

She began to sob. Not really knowing what to do, I took my hand out of her grasp and put my arm around her. She moved close to me, taking comfort in my embrace. We then walked in silence for the rest of the way home, where I escorted Edna up to her bedroom so that she could retire.

"You should get some rest," I advised. "It has been a long day and we should be thinking about coming home before too long."

I opened the bedroom door for her, however, she did not go in.

"...Seb-I mean Grell," Edna said, "we need to talk about something before either of us can retire. About you...being a shinigami."

It took a moment for me to reply.

"...How much did Lord Phantomhive tell you?" I asked, dreading the answer.

Edna avoided eye contact.

"He told me what your real name was and that he met you before. He said that he and his butler had encountered you while serving the queen...and that you were the murderer Jack the Ripper."

...So, he left out the part that I worked for Madam Red? I guess he didn't want her name to be tainted, but why even bring up that I was a grim reaper? It did not seem like him to tell this kind of information, so why...?

Whatever, it does not matter why he said it or not, all that matter was that Edna knew.

"I..."

I leaned against the wall and refusing to look at her.

"I...don't know what I can say to you. I've recently found out myself and I..."

I sighed, putting my hand against my forehead.

"...So it is all true then?" Edna asked.

I nodded in reply.

I didn't know what kind of reaction I was to expect, but I figured it was not going to be a good one. Would she...no longer want to be together because of this, would she no longer want me as her butler? It would not surprise me, I was already given up by my kind. I had lost my first true love, Angelina, for a reason that was probably my fault. So why not lose Edna too for the things I have done?

"...Grell. Grell, please look at me."

Edna took a hold of my hand and moved it away from my face, forcing me to look at her.

"I...may not know what kind of person you were before your memory loss," she said solemnly, "nor do I wish to know why you killed all those women. But I know deep within me, every time I look at you, that you are not that same person. And I still love you, despite knowing the truth. I do not care if you are a grim reaper or that you have a darker past, I want nothing more than for me to be by your side as you are by mine."

She gave a small smile and laugh.

"It will only be a matter of time, whether now or years later, when I become so broke and in debt that I will be found out. In truth, Grell, we are not so different. We are both criminals in our own right, both of them at the highest offense. I might be blinded by love when I say this...but I can't think of anything worse than living the rest of my life without you."

My eyes widened, every word she said hitting me straight in the heart. Bring my head down, I could feel myself breaking as tears rained down from my eyes. I cried, my legs shaking as I did my best to keep myself standing.

"Grell...?" Edna sounded so alarmed, so concerned for me. "Are you alright? Why are you...?"

I gave a broken laugh, imagining how pathetic I looked right now.

"...H-how can you say that after learning all of this?" I asked, my words muffled with my sobs. "How are you n-not even fazed that I'm not even human?"

I began to cry harder, as a part of myself felt it was impossible for this to be happening. I am twisted in so many levels, no one cared for me like the way she was now. I did not understand...and yet...

"Oh Grell..."

Pulling out a handkerchief, Edna gently took off my spectacles and wiped away the tears.

"I admit, it was it was not easy to believe that a thing such as death gods existed," she said softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "But...I found it in my heart to believe it. Because somehow...it made sense to me, for you always seemed to me something more than an average man. I cannot explain it, but I can feel it is the truth."

She smiled.

"And regardless, you are still the man I fell in love with. The past is in the past and I promise when Lord Black is dealt with...I will do whatever it takes to make you happy."

Lord Black... My eyes widened.

"Edna...we need to get back to manor. Now."

Edna blinked, surprised by my sudden change in attitude.

"'Back to the manor?' What do you mean?"

Getting a hold of myself, I took the handkerchief from her and wiped the rest of my tears away.

"Edna...I know it is hard to believe that I am a grim reaper," I said, "but trust me when I say that the manor is in danger. Lord Black...he is not what he appears to be."

"'Not what he appears to be?'"

Edna gave a puzzled look. I put my spectacles back on.

"Tell me," I asked, trying to explain my fears to her as simply as I could, "did you notice anything odd about Sebastian's eyes? That there was something not right about the way they looked?"

"I..."

Edna took a moment to reply.

"...I guess so. I did feel...uneasy when he looked at me. Why, where are you going with this?"

I sighed.

"Edna...those were the eyes of a demon you were looking at, a demon who was disguising himself as a human. And Lord Black, who eyes are very similar to Sebastian's, is also a demon in disguise."

At first, Edna showed no reaction, in fact, she didn't look like she believed me. But slowly, her eyes grew wide as she too made the connection.

"...You are right, though their eye color is different... I cannot explain it, but I feel the same uneasiness around Sebastian as I did around Meriwether!"

She looked up at me.

"But...how can you be certain? And why would a demon be at my manor?"

"I don't know. Demons only make themselves known to humans if they make a contract with them, and I doubt anyone at the manor has done that."

I walked past her, going deep in thought.

"It is also possible that he is working for someone else under a contract, like perhaps the same person who caused the Holloway murders. From what Jasper and Simon told me, it was a complete mess on the inside while untouched on the outside. A human couldn't possibly do it...but a demon is a different story!"

"Are you saying..." Edna's voice shook as she spoke. "...that Lord Black was the one who murdered Lady Holloway?"

I turned to face her.

"Whether it was him specifically, I don't know. But perhaps we could learn something from him. He is at the manor for a reason, especially if he went as far as to make himself known."

But what could he want? If he wasn't under contract and just wanted to feast on human souls, he could have done that without going through the trouble of pretending to be a foreign lord. He had to be under contract, sent by somebody who wanted Edna dead, most likely. But...Lord Black had been staying at the manor for weeks now, and he had many perfect opportunities to kill her. Was it because I was there that he hesitated? Though, he would have realized that I was too weak be a threat. Sebastian could recognize it, so why didn't he? The more I thought about, the less sense it made.

"Grell...if Lord Black is a demon like you say he is," Edna said, "how do you plan on getting rid of him? I'm sure a demon isn't killed easily."

"No, he won't be easy to kill," I replied. "We would have to have a divine weapon of some kind to kill him."

"Like a death scythe? Don't grim reapers carry scythes to extract human souls?"

I nodded.

"Yes. And unfortunately, I lost mine when I lost my memory. But even if I did have it, I'm in no shape to fight a demon."

Even though I have healed since I was injured, my physical strength was not even close to its full strength, not to mention that I would have to relearn how to wield my scythe with my memory still pieces. A part of me wondered where my death scythe could be, since it clearly wasn't with me when Edna first found me, and while it bothered me to not have it by my side, it was something I was going to have to worry about later.

"We are going to need the help of someone in order to kill him," I continued, thinking out loud. "Sebastian and Lord Phantomhive won't be any help, they hate my guts too much to even think of lending me aid, especially with this kind of thing. Our best bet is to find another shinigami...one who would be willing to help us and is in the area..."

"You must be mistaking me for someone else. Rarely do I work with the living or take the time to get to know them..."

I smiled slightly.

"...And I know just the person who could possibly help us."