"Crude?" Sebastian said as Undertaker danced around, swinging a mirror-like urn.

"Yes. The murderer, whoever he is, very crudely ripped out the hearts. When I looked closer, I saw that they have been dug out with one's own hands."

"Hm. What else did you find out about the corpses?"

"Well, the police let me know that they didn't have a criminal background. Not really any motives for any one really. Maybe.. the person that killed them did it just for the love of death. I know I can relate." Undertaker said as he smiled, stroking the lid of a nearby coffin. "Yes, death is a curious mistress."

"Thank you, Undertaker." Sebastian said as he slightly bowed.

"Anytime. Good byeeee Ciel. Hope you visit me soooon." Undertaker said in a singsong voice. Ciel walked besides Sebastian as they left him to his curiosities.

"He is one strange grim reaper." Ciel said as he stepped back into the carriage.

"Well least he doesn't try to kill us all the time. Grell is quite good at testing my patience."

"Oh don't even." Ciel said as he rolled his eyes. "They are all in a league of their own."

Coming out of the fog, sunlight hit the carriage and they were but a ten minute ride from home. Ciel left Sebastian his study as he carefully operated on the heart. He cut along a vein that was around the circumference of the heart and opened it in two halves. One chamber held a red liquid, similar to blood. The other chamber held a clear liquid.

"Interesting." Sebastian said as he smelled the fluids. He scrunched up his face from the chemical like smell.

What is this?

Ciel came in to check on what exactly Sebastian had found out. He put his hand to his nose as soon as he smelled something.

"Well what is that stuff?"

"I don't know. Some types of chemicals I have not seen before."

"Whenever you're done, bring me my tea. I'll be in my study reporting what I know to the queen. I don't want to worry her."

"Yes my lord."

Ciel left Sebastain in the library as he went up to his study and began writing a letter to the queen. He told her that he had found some solid information, but was having a harder time than usual finding the culprit. Then he sealed it with a wax stamp that had his house crest. Ciel thought about all they had been given so far.

Missing hearts are his calling card, he has a connection with the word pure, and he embalms the hearts he takes. We need to find his hide out. We will talk to the lamp lighter tonight.

Sebastain entered the study as soon as Ciel had sealed up the envelope and put it in a pocket. He placed down his tea along with some blueberry crumpets.

"So did any books tell you anything?"

"Well, the water burned through my glove. It's holy water."

"Holy water? Can you tell where it came from?"

"Not directly. We should go around and ask if any church has had anything stolen. It usually comes in vials right?"

"Yes. Are you going to be okay coming in?"

"I will indure what may happen for you, young master." Sebastain said as he bowed and put on a new glove. Ciel gave a fleeing look of concern.

"If you wish."

So, in order to kill time until sunset, Sebastain and Ciel visited the local churches. One small one just on the outskirts of London had been missing some vials of holy water.

One of the church members who had been praying let them in. They said that they volunteered to clean the church after services and had noticed the vials missing. They took Ciel and Sebastian to the storage closet and showed them the empty space where the vials should be. The humans didn't notice it, but Sebastian saw one single red line leading into the wall. He pulled his master aside and pointed it out.

"Is the priest still here so we can ask his permission to open the wall?" Ciel asked the church goer before he left.

"He should be yes. His chambers are upstairs to the right, second room."

So Ciel and an uncomfortable Sebastian made their way past the landing overlooking the church below, opening the priests' chamber door. Sebastian hung back while the two talked.

"Oh thank you for caring young man. What can I do to assist you?" The elderly priest said as he grabbed his makeshift staff with a cross at the end.

"My name is Ciel Phantomhive, not young man. And if you would permit us to open the wall in the storage we could help you figure out you has been stealing from here."

"Ah see there used to be more to the storage room. Now it holds the oldest of manuscripts, unseen for generations. Please do be careful." The priest said before walking past Sebastian and down the hall. The priest felt uneasy around the tall, dark man.

"Sebastian, open the wall." Ciel said as the priest stood by him, leaning against his staff.

Sebastian did just that but made sure he didn't permanently ruin the wood planks. Sure enough, old manuscripts lay about and jars filled with what was once incense. Sebastian found that the red line stopped in the middle of the room, ending in a small pool of blood. The priest was shocked.

"But that wall hasn't been opened in so long!"

Sebastian carefully removed one of his gloves, Ciel making the priest look elsewhere. His pale, black finger nailed hand felt around the edges of the planks.

"They were removed just a few days ago but put back together in the exact place. Some kind of mortar was used to hold them together."

"No person could have put them back exactly." The priest said as he came over just as Sebastian put his glove back on.

Yes no person could have done this.

"Thank you for your time. We will let you know if we find anything else." Ciel said as he and Sebastian walked out of the church. Sebastian became calm again.

"You handled yourself well in there." Ciel said as he slightly looked back at his butler, who stayed ahead with no emotion.

"You were pleased with me, my lord?"

"Yes. That must have been hard for you."

"I have been through worse."

Ciel looked forwards again. Towards the now arriving sunset that had made most of the clouds disappear.