Black Butler: TWWSP: Darkness Surrounds Her

by DarknessAndLight665

After coming back to life, Frances returns to not only discover that she becomes the owner of Funtom Company, but also becomes a Dame and the Queen's Guard Dog (temporarily). She helps Sebastian look for part of Ciel's missing soul, deals with intense cases, and life-altering experiences. Will she allow the darkness to consume her or will these experiences drag her too deep?

47. Book of Murder Part Two

Chapter Forty-Six: Book of Murder Part Two

Previously: "To think (Lau stood up.) the thirteenth guest would show up this soon… I'm a little surprise. (Lau walked over to "the mysterious man" and placed a hand on his shoulder.) So, who are you again?"

"This again?" Ciel asked, exasperated.

Frances did roll her eyes this time. The man looked over at Ciel.

"My name?" He asked.

Frances felt Ciel's irritation then focus.

"It has been a while, Jeremy." Ciel greeted.

"Indeed, it has." Frances agreed.

"Earl, my Lady, is this old guy a friend of yours?"

Frances instantly felt Sebastian's irritation. She only allowed a tiny smile of amusement as Sebastian looked at Lau incredulously.

"Old guy?"

"Y-Yeah… (Ciel walked up to him. Lau returned to his seat.) He is Father Jeremy Rathbone. (Everyone stared at Jeremy in shock.) He is a popular advisor to the local church and somewhat of a famous person."

Frances mentally laughed. Jeremy inclined his head.

"Please, just call me Jeremy." He smiled.

"You're a priest?" Grey asked.

"You expect me to believe this suspicious guy?" Woodley demanded, "The thirteenth man is the only one without an alibi for all three murders! (Woodley pointed a finger at Jeremy.) It's got to be him!"

Frances, Ciel, and Jeremy looked calmly at Woodley, though Frances was becoming quite irritated with the man. Ciel too was quickly becoming annoyed. She was about to open her mouth to say they could ask the man instead of accusing he has no alibi when Jeremy spoke first, sending her calmness yet again.

"That deduction is complete nonsense, Mr. Woodley."

Woodley gasped. His fear spiking. He lowered his finger.

"H-How do you know my name?"

"With those rings, it was perfectly obvious. (Woodley looked at the rings on his fingers.) A diamond that large… Plus, that cut was recently developed by the Woodley Company and requires the very latest polishing machines. The "round brilliant cut". It's a rare item that hasn't been put on the market yet. I've heard Daniel Anderson, a London Jeweler, has been emphasizing that in his sales talks. And of the Earl's party guests, the one most likely to be wearing that elusive ring would be President Woodley. In other words, you, sir. Was I mistaken?"

Woodley only stared at him with feared awe and surprise.

"More importantly," Arthur spoke, gaining Jeremy's attention, "how did you know, how long have you been here, and for what reason?"

"You certainly have a lot of questions. (Jeremy looked at Baldroy who held a bag in his hands.) Ah, you there. Put my bag down and open it." Jeremy stated.

Baldroy did as he was told. Inside was a snowy owl. He was wet and fast asleep on a white cloth in the bag. On his leg was a metal container to hold messages.

"That's Sebastian's owl!" Mey-rin exclaimed.

"I gave the bird a sedative, so it's asleep. Earl, please read the letter attach to its leg." Jeremy told Ciel.

Ciel knelt down next to the owl. He opened the metal container and took the note. Frances looked down at it when she felt Ciel's irritation spike followed by Sebastian's amusement. She saw the paper was blank. She nearly laughed.

*Nice one, Malphas.* Frances complimented.

Jeremy glanced at her with a small smirk. Mey-rin stepped forward to try to read it as well.

"Young Master, what was Sebastian trying to say?"

Ciel quickly crushed the note and stuffed it into his pocket so no one else could see.

"Apparently, Sebastian foresaw his murder, so he sent this letter to Jeremy." Ciel explained vaguely.

"But that piece of paper doesn't prove he's not the murderer." Grimsby pointed out.

"Check my coat pocket." Jeremy said, calmly.

Finny stepped forward. He reached into the man's coat pocket and found something. He pulled out a slip of paper.

"It's a ticket? (Finny looked closely at the ticket.) To the theatre."

"For what date?" The Young Master asked.

"Yesterday. It's a same day ticket for the evening show on March twelfth. The venue and performance were Ly-Lyceum Theater."

Jeremy nodded.

"The program was the Lady of the Lake."

Frances nodded.

"I saw that was playing there."

Irene nodded.

"That's definitely the program currently showing at Lyceum Theater."

"The show ended just after ten p.m.. Even if I offered a sovereign to speed things up, it would take two hours in a handsome cab. No, with this storm, it would take more than twice that long."

"A carriage in this weather?" Irene asked.

"With this rain, the river would be flooded. You'd never be able to cross it in a carriage." Baldroy stated.

"Of course, there are countless other ways. There are infinite paths to an end, but there is only one truth." Jeremy said.

Frances mentally smiled.

"So, you couldn't be involved in the murders because you were in London last night. That's the "truth"." Arthur said.

"Precisely what I'd expect from a novelist. I'm glad we're on the same page."

"Huh?" Arthur gaped, surprised.

"It's easy to read a person's profession by studying their clothing and habits. The callus in your middle finger and the blue stain on your sleeve… That happens in the wash when dye-based ink rubs off on your clothing. Also, you take notes in pencil on the inside of your cuff, so you don't forget your ideas…" Jeremy observed.

"Amazing! You're just like my old teacher, Dr. Bell!"

Jeremy looked away with a small smile upon his face.

"Well, people watching is my hobby. Well, then! Now, since I'm cleared of suspicion, would you mind untying me? This entire manor seems rich with the fragrance of a difficult case that seems intriguing."

Frances, Ciel, and Arthur nodded. Baldroy pulled out a knife and sliced through the ropes. Jeremy nodded.

"Thank you."

Ciel gestured to the seat that he originally occupied. Frances sat down by Irene while Grey got up to sit next to Lau and Ran-Mao after they moved down. Ciel sat in the seat Grey used to occupy. Arthur explained everything that has occurred within the past day until now.

"So, that's everything that's happened between the first murder and your arrival."

Jeremy clapped his hands.

"I see. That is quite intriguing. First, may I examine the bodies? They speak most eloquently and they hide nothing but the truth."

Arthur stood up.

"Well then, let's go down to the cellar."

Arthur turned to do so.

"Stop. (Arthur did so. He turned back to Jeremy in confusion. Jeremy held up a finger.) Move each individual body to a separate room. (He lowered his finger and inclined his head slightly.) The scents of a murder offer important clues. (Arthur took out his notebook and began to write that down.) If the victims are kept together, the smells will mingle. The smell of wine is especially strong in the cellar. If I have to use my nose, I'd rather smell only the mysteries."

Frances had to stifle a laugh.

*He makes himself sound like a dog instead of a crow when he talks like that.*

She felt Sebastian's annoyance.

*I am not a dog.* He growled at her.

She mentally smiled. She watched as the three servants went to prepare the rooms as the Young Master ordered. Jeremy stood up.

"Meanwhile, would you mind if I change my clothes?"

"You—" Ciel cut himself off, "Reverend, I believe my dead butler's clothes might fit you. I'll take you to his room."

The Young Master started walking. Jeremy followed after him. Frances shook her head. The door closed behind them. Grey's suspicious voice called to her.

"Lady Frances."

Everyone turned their gaze to him, including Frances.

"Yes?" She asked, tilting her head.

Grey looked at the door before looking back at her.

"Who is this Reverend?"

"A friend of Ciel's and mine. He is incredibly smart. He helped us with a situation last year. One of our friends got lost in a church function. He organized the search party and we were able to find him an hour later."

"Wh-What happened to your friend?" Irene asked.

"A member of another church wanted to save him by attempting to cleanse him. Thankfully, Jeremy found him before anything too harmful happened to him."

"Oh, my!" Irene exclaimed.

Grey's eyes narrowed.

"How though?"

"His observation skills are amazing. In fact, all his senses are amazing. If anyone can figure this out, it's Jeremy."

Sebastian warbled/purred in pleasure and smugness as he was being carried by the servants.

*My mate.*

Grey continued to watch her. She did not reveal anything.

"He truly does sound capable. Hopefully, he can help us with this." Arthur said.

Frances smiled and nodded.

"He will."

They sat in silence for a few minutes. The servants returned and stood along the wall. She felt for Sebastian as he did indeed have a lot to do. Lots of back and forth. Jeremy and Ciel returned to reception room. He clapped his hands together.

"Well then, why don't you show me the victims in the order they were killed?"

"Then we should start with Lord Siemens." Arthur said.

"I'm going too." Grey said, raising a hand.

Frances felt Jeremy's irritation spike as his eyebrow twitched. She stood from her seat.

"I would like to come along as well, please." She said.

Ciel and Arthur nodded. She felt Jeremy's gratefulness. They walked out of the room. Frances walked beside Grey, following Jeremy as Arthur and Ciel led them to the room. Once there, Jeremy quickly set to work examining the body.

"This chest wound is the only external injury. One thrust with a sharp blade. (He reached into the man's pocket and pulled out a pocket watch. Frances frowned as she noticed it's poor state. She could also feel Jeremy's distaste over the state of the pocket watch.) It seems our man was quite a vicious drinker."

"How'd you know that?" Grey asked, skeptically.

Jeremy held up the watch in his palm.

"Large pocket watches are quite valuable, but there are scratches all around the winding mechanism. To do something like this, you'd have to be either an absolute boor or a drunk. (He clasped onto the pocket watch as he closed his eyes, lifted his head, and began to sniff the air.) And this overbearing scent of alcohol… He was drinking strong liquor until the moment he… hm?" Jeremy paused, looking at the body.

Frances glanced at Arthur and Grey to see if they had noticed Jeremy's hint. They did not.

"What is it?" Ciel asked.

Jeremy lifted his head again and sniffed several times.

"It's faint, but… I smell the ocean."

"The ocean?" Arthur asked.

Jeremy looked at Arthur.

"Ah yes, Professor, do you have a handkerchief?" Jeremy asked Arthur.

"Oh, yes. (Arthur dug into his pants pocket. He pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to Jeremy.) Here you are."

Jeremy accepted it. He opened Siemens' mouth and stuck the handkerchief into his mouth.

"Wait a second!" Arthur cried, surprised.

Jeremy pulled it back out then sniffed it deeply. He stood up and walked to Arthur.

"Thank you very much." He said, placing the soiled handkerchief back into Arthur's hands.

Arthur caught it instinctively.

*Malphas! You could have thrown it away!* Frances scolded.

Jeremy turned. His red eyes met hers with a small smirk.

*That isn't any fun, now is it?* He retorted back.

She mentally shook her head at him. His smirk grew wider.

"Well, I believe Mr. Phelps was next." He said, turning abruptly and walking out of the room.

They all followed after him. Arthur threw the used handkerchief into a wastebasket before leaving the room. They entered another room where Phelps lay.

"This is the only instance where they killer's method differs." Arthur explained as Jeremy looked over the body. He noticed the two puncture wounds in his neck, "I believe the wounds on his neck indicate he was injected with poison."

"Hm. (Jeremy paused.) I'd like to see the room in which he was killed."

"Certainly. I'll lead you there."

They wandered back into the hall. They went down the stairs then back up the other set of stairs.

"Lady Frances is correct. With his keen observation skills, Jeremy might pick up on something we missed."

Grey glanced back to see Jeremy wasn't behind them.

"Huh?" He asked.

The three others stopped and looked back. Grey leaned on the railing.

"That old guy's not following us."

"Jeremy?"

"Are you all right?"

Ciel and Frances asked, looking over the railing. Jeremy let out a hard exhale as he wiped the side of his face with a handkerchief.

"Ah, my apologies. Let's keep moving."

"This is why I can't stand old guys."

Frances glared sharply at Grey.

"Not everyone can have your stamina, Grey."

"Are you telling me you had your own handkerchief?" Arthur whined.

"Shall we keep moving?" Jeremy asked, ignoring him.

They nodded.

"Yes." Frances said.

They continued to Ciel's bedroom.

*You owe him a box of handkerchiefs when this is over.* She sent him.

*Yes, my darling.* He agreed.

*Good.*

They reached Ciel's bedroom. Jeremy brought out a magnifying glass and began a thorough search of the room, paying particular attention to the bed. Jeremy stood up.

"There seems to be more than one killer in this case."

The four of them gasped softly.

"So, it's true then…" Ciel muttered, glancing and meeting Frances' eyes for a split second before he looked back.

Jeremy placed a hand to his chin in thought.

"Lord Siemens' killer should be easy enough to catch, but apprehending the one who killed Mr. Phelps might prove difficult. (He lowered his hand as he looked at the four.) To avoid further casualties, we should catch the second killer as quickly as possible. At any rate, no human could leave in this storm."

Frances mentally smirked as he gave them another clue.

"What do you mean?" Arthur asked.

"There are two conditions for catching Mr. Phelps' killer (He held up two fingers.). First, we must wait for nightfall (He pulled one finger down.). And the second (He pulled down his other finger. He slowly lifted his head to look at Ciel.)… is your cooperation, Earl."

"My cooperation?" Ciel asked.

"Yes. Your cooperation. I'll explain everything tonight." Jeremy said.

"Well, the butler's next. Let's go back."

Frances noticed the glance between Master and demon. A smirk crossed her lips. She placed a neutral look as they entered the hall. They made their way back down the stairs then back up the other set to the room Sebastian was placed in. Jeremy opened the door. He walked in. The rest of them followed behind.

"I heard the butler was stabbed to death after receiving a blow from behind. (He approached the body. He knelt down.) Ah well, if you'll excuse me."

Suddenly, Ciel clung to Frances with a hand covering his mouth.

"Ciel?"

"Earl?"

Frances and Arthur asked, concerned. Grey looked over at them.

"What's wrong? Are you ill?" Arthur continued to question.

"I'm sorry. Seeing Sebastian's body so many times… It's too much for me to bear."

"Ciel…" Frances whispered, running a hand through his hair.

She pulled him closer. Frances could feel the sympathy from Arthur. Grey however, was more confused than sympathetic.

"Whaaaatttt? Weren't you perfectly fine when you were undressing him earlier?"

Frances stiffened in discomfort yet amusement.

"Yes." Jeremy said.

They turned to him. Ciel let go of her, returning to his neutral state. Frances almost shook her head at the quickness of emotions, reminding her of Alois. Sebastian sent his amusement.

"It seems the butler's murder was quite simple."

Grey turned fully towards him.

"You're done already?"

Jeremy looked at Grey.

"Yes. I've seen more than enough."

*More like experience it enough.*

Jeremy's eyes flickered towards her as Grey's eyes went to the clock in the room. His eyes were filled with more amusement.

"Oh, it's almost time for dinner. I'm going back up, then." Grey said.

He made his way out the door. Jeremy stood. He gestured them to go ahead. Arthur, Frances, and Ciel stepped into the hallway. Grey had already made his way down with his hands behind his head in a seemingly carefree attitude however, Frances and Jeremy knew better.

"I have to prepare for this evening, so you three should return without me."

"Of course."

"Very well."

They had turned the corner when they saw Grey race by them. Arthur and Ciel flinched in shock.

"I'll see what that is all about. You two go on ahead." Frances said.

"Are you sure, my Lady?" Arthur asked.

Frances nodded, giving him a calm smile.

"Yes, Arthur, I'm sure."

She noticed Ciel giving her a stern look. She smiled innocently at him. His glare hardened. He turned around to walk with Arthur back to the reception room. Her eyes flashed when she felt the kick to Sebastian's face. A growl almost came out of her as she felt her mate's pain and irritation. She waited, her eyes back to their normal brown. Grey turned the corner only to encounter Frances standing in the middle of the hall with her arms crossed.

"So, not only do you disrespect elderly people, you kick the dead as well? I thought a member of the Queen's bodyguard would have more respect than that. I wonder what the Queen would say if she found out about your rude and disrespectful behavior." Frances said, glaring at the man.

Grey's eyes narrowed. He turned his head from her.

"I don't need to explain my actions to you."

"No, you don't. (She stepped up close to him, placing a knife against his throat while her other hand went over his sword so he couldn't grab it. He grunted in shock.) But, as long as I am around, you will show respect. I do not care if you do not like Sebastian or Ciel, however, you will treat them with respect or I will not hesitate to teach you manners. (Her knife slid across his throat. Fear rushed through him. She mentally smirked.) Do you understand?"

"Yes, my Lady." He said through clenched teeth.

"Good."

She pulled away from him, placing her dagger in her pocket, sending it away. She looked sternly into Grey's shocked eyes. She turned around, not missing Malphas' glowing red eyes filled with pleasure as he watched from the edge of the corner. She could feel his darkness caressing her as he warbled/purred loudly in pleasure.

*Mea! (Mine!)* He growled.

*Mea! (Mine!)* She agreed.

She continued to head to the sitting room with Grey trailing behind her. When she got to the room, she could feel the servants worry and brainstorming over something.

*I'll help them, my Frances.*

*What's going on?* She asked.

*We are low on food.*

*Oh. Do you want some help?*

*Wordsmith won't let you go by yourself, my darling.*

She mentally sighed as she looked at Arthur who had returned to his seat.

*True.*

He smirked. His darkness caressed her.

*Just a little longer, my darling.*

*I know.*

She listened as Arthur told everyone in the room that Jeremy would tell them what to do later tonight. She made small talk with Irene and Grimsby until Tanaka announced dinner was ready. He escorted them to the dining room. Everyone took their respective seats except Grimsby and Irene moved down a seat so Jeremy sat beside Ciel and Irene sat beside Frances. Dinner was served. It was a delicious Salisbury steak. There was quiet yet few conversations as they ate.

"Waaah! I'm stuffed! That was delicious! (Tanaka approached to clear Grey's stacks of plates.) There was so little grease in today's Salisbury steak, I could've eaten one hundred! As expected of you, Phantomhive! You use the best meat!"

"Thank you."

Frances could feel the servants' pride. She smiled as she ate her last bite of food.

"Well, now that we've filled our bellies, don't you think it's about time you stopped stalling and gave us the truth about this case, Reverend?" Lau asked.

Grey's eyes narrowed. Jeremy wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"No need to be hasty. (He lowered his napkin.) Before that, Earl, I wonder if you'll indulge me?"

Ciel picked up a piece of steak with his fork, pausing halfway to his mouth to answer Jeremy.

"What should I do?"

Frances could feel the mischievousness and smugness increase from Jeremy.

"Well then, Earl. (He paused a moment.) Remove your clothes."

Ciel's eye widened as he flinched back. The piece of steak falling back onto the plate. His utter confusion and embarrassment grew to overwhelming heights.

"WH-WHAT?!" He demanded.

Jeremy chuckled. He explained further saying that he would wear his late butler's coat. He would lay down on a guests' bed farthest from his room where the guests will wait with him. He asked Ran-Mao to participate by wearing Ciel's clothing and laying on his bed to wait for the culprit. He, Grey, and Arthur would keep watch as the killer would attack tonight. Everyone followed his directions. Ran-Mao went with Arthur and Grey to Ciel's room while the remainder went to Woodley's room except for Frances, Jeremy, and Ciel who made their way to Sebastian's room.

"You're getting rid of that coat." Frances said, sternly.

Jeremy's eyes slid over to hers. Amusement and desire filled his eyes.

"Is that so?" He asked.

She nodded once.

"Yes."

"Enough of your lover's squabble. Let's get this done!" Ciel grumbled, irritated and embarrassed.

They shared a smirk.

"Yes, my lord." They said at the same time.

He let out an annoyed sigh. Their smirks widened. They arrived at his room. Jeremy pulled out his coat from the armoire and handed it to Frances. She took it with a nod. They exited out of Sebastian's room. They made their way to their respective spots. Baldroy saw them as they made their way to Woodley's room. He opened the door once they were near. Baldroy asked those in the room to exit. They did so, lining the hallway. Frances thanked him as she passed by. He nodded. He closed the door after they were through. Frances and Ciel made their way behind a dressing screen. Frances undressed Ciel then placed Sebastian's coat on him, buttoning him up in it. She had to hold back a laugh as there was still so much excess fabric that hung around his neck and legs.

"What?" He asked, seeing her amused smile.

"Nothing." She said.

He raised an eyebrow, but let it drop. He shook his head as he walked out from behind the screen. Frances followed him. He walked over to the bed. He made himself comfortable on top of the sheets, pulling Sebastian's jacket over his head. She made her way to the door. She opened it, allowing Mey-rin, Irene, Baldroy, Finny, Lau, Grimsby, and Woodley into the room. Once everyone was through, she closed the door. Frances made her way to the right of the Young Master.

Thirty minutes passed by when a knock was heard. Everyone looked towards the door. As it opened, Tanaka bowed slightly.

"Excuse me. (He straightened to look at everyone.) We've successfully apprehended the culprit.

Tanaka passed through followed by Grey.

"We've brought the killer." He said, moving away to allow Jeremy in.

Irene, Grimsby, and Mey-rin gasped. A grey snake was in Jeremy's hands. He had tied it in a knot.

"This is the culprit."

The snake hissed angrily.

"A snake?!" Ciel asked with a wide eye.

Shock flowed through him. The others except for Frances and Lau flinched back in shock. Arthur and Ran-Mao appeared in the doorway.

"It's hard to believe, but it really did come after this young lady while she was in the Earl's clothes."

Ran-Mao nodded.

"Black Mamba." Jeremy spoke, gaining their attention, "It's a South African viper with a potent neurotoxin. The killer must have primed this snake to target the Earl's scent, training it like an assassin. But, in the end, a snake is a snake. By tracking his scent, it could sneak into the bed, but it couldn't know if its victim was the Earl or not."

"I see. The killer didn't expect the Earl to be sleeping in a different room!" Arthur exclaimed.

Ciel lowered Sebastian's coat from around his head.

"And on that night, the one using my bed was Patrick Phelps."

"Trained behavior doesn't break easily. (Jeremy walked towards a vase on the mantel.) I was sure it would try again, so I stood watch, (He placed it into the vase and covered it with the lid so it wouldn't escape.) and sure enough… (He turned his head to look at Ran-Mao.) We're lucky this lady fits the Earl's clothes and agreed to be his stand in."

"It's tight." Ran-Mao muttered, pulling the collar of Ciel's suit jacket she was wearing.

Jeremy turned his gaze to Ciel.

"If worst came to worst, you couldn't dodge the snake, could you, Earl?"

"If the Earl died, we'd be in trouble. Wouldn't we, Ran-Mao?" Lau asked.

Frances stared at Lau. Feeling her gaze, Lau turned to her with a calm smile. She could feel his smugness. She narrowed her gaze. She now felt his slight fear. He looked away with a small gulp. She smirked. She turned back to see Ran-Mao hugging Ciel.

"Ack! At the very least put on some pants!" Ciel cried, embarrassed.

Frances and Jeremy smiled in amusement.

"Too bad." Ran-Mao said, moving to Lau's side with her hands up in surrender.

Ciel cleared his throat. His face bright red. He stood up from the bed.

"In any case, you had me wear my butler's coat to mask my own scent?"

Jeremy turned to him with a wider amused grin.

"Wasn't it immensely convenient that it could cover your whole body?"

Ciel's annoyance grew.

"You really like having the last word, don't you?"

"More importantly," Arthur spoke, getting them back to the matter at hand as he scratched his head, "How he got the snake might be important. (He stopped scratching his head.) After all, transporting venomous snakes is prohibited on trading vessels."

"It was probably smuggled in. (Lau placed a hand under his chin in thought.) Bribing a privately owned freighter would be fastest, I think."

"But, in that case, we have to assume the culprit has connections with African enterprises." Ciel stated.

"If we're talking about African imports, there's gold and diamonds…" Arthur trailed off as he made the connection.

He stared at Woodley in shock. Everyone else did as well. Woodley gasped under the accusatory stares and glares.

"Y-Your wrong! It's not me! Knog-Rong's in the trading business too!" Woodley tried to place the blame on someone else.

"Hm. Unfortunately for you, we don't have any business in Africa." Lau shrugged.

"Either way, concluding it's him just because he does business in Africa seems kind of unreasonable." Grey said with an uncaring attitude.

"E-Exactly! What about Lord Siemens' murder? I have an alibi for that one!" Woodley exclaimed.

"There may be little meaning to that alibi, I'm afraid." Jeremy said.

Woodley gasped, Irene looked frightened, Grimsby was the one to voice the question.

"What do you mean?"

"What if the corpse the servants discovered… wasn't actually a corpse?"

"Eh?" Mostly everyone gasped except for Lau, Ran-Mao, Tanaka, and Grey.

Frances wasn't surprised, however, she had to act as though she was.

"Are you all familiar with the tonic Juliet took in Romeo and Juliet?" Jeremy asked.

"It can't be!" Arthur exclaimed, shocked.

In fact, many of the guests were shocked, Woodley included.

"Yes. It actually exists. (Jeremy held up a finger. Woodley gasped.) Recently, scientists have discovered a substance called tetrodotoxin. When purified in a particular way, one can feign death, just like Juliet."

"Tetrodotoxin… As I recall, it's a toxin found in a blow-fish and octopi." Arthur said.

"Which explains why you smelled the ocean when you examined Siemens." Frances stated.

Jeremy nodded.

"Precisely. That was most likely purified blow-fish venom. (He lowered his hand.) Well then, here's a question (He clapped his hands together.): why would our victim smell of poison when he was stabbed to death?"

"It was a ruse…" Ciel and Frances whispered.

"Exactly. After creating a false stab wound on his chest, he drank the poison himself, discarded the vial, and then faked his death. Most people have no desire to examine a corpse's wounds, so it would work as a short-term trick. But the corpse I examined earlier was most definitely stabbed."

"So, he only wanted to fake his death, but then someone really killed him?" Lau asked.

Ran-Mao nodded.

"Judging by the circumstances, the culprit may have been trying to frame the Earl." Arthur said.

"Why?" Ciel asked.

"I'm not sure Lord Siemens was involved. He seemed to lose himself under the influence or the killer might have roped him in by saying, "Let's give everyone a little shock."."

"The Lord and I had never met before, so he had no reason to frame me (Frances nodded.). I think it's safe to assume someone used him to frame me, then silenced him."

"It truly is… pitiable." Jeremy said.

He turned to look at Woodley. Everyone glared at him as well. Woodley backed away with his hand up in a placating manner. The panic rising from him was overwhelming as he tried to proclaim his innocence. Frances felt slightly bad that they were setting him up for three murders, however, she knew what he had truly done to make him the scapegoat. He may not have actually pulled the trigger, but he did set up for others to be murdered.

"Indeed. But then, the same goes for you, Mr. Woodley. Humans are lying creatures, after all." Jeremy said.

Woodley gasped. Grey walked between Arthur and Irene.

"But, if Siemens drank poison, where's the vial that contained it?" He asked.

"It's simple. He could just toss it somewhere we wouldn't look right away. In a fire, for example." Ciel said.

"Oh yeah, there was a ton of wood in the fireplace, wasn't there?" Baldroy stated as they remembered him mentioning how hot it was.

"It's true, we wouldn't find it in there. Then, once the dust settled, if he could just sneak back to retrieve it…" Arthur said.

"But, things didn't go his way this time…"

"Because of Sebastian." She and Ciel said together.

"That's right! Before he could dispose of the evidence, the butler came to rake the ashes! (Frances could feel the prideful smile coming from the demon.) If found, that vessel would indicate a ruse and his alibi would be useless. So, he panicked and killed Sebastian in the spur of the moment, before collecting the poison vessel, and returning to his room." Arthur concluded.

"In that case, whoever has the bottle is the murderer! But, I don't have it! You searched through my things and this room thoroughly, right?!"

"Yes, we did. Except the hearth, that is." Ciel said with a smug smile.

Woodley gasped again.

"That's a false allegation! It's not here!" Woodley cried.

"Then show us!" Grimsby shouted. He quickly moved to the fireplace, "Prove it's not there!"

He picked up the fire poker and spread it through the ashes creating a cloud of dust. He coughed a few times. The dust settled. Most of them gasped as they spotted the same thing.

"Glass shards?" Arthur asked, "But, we can't tell what it was…"

Jeremy walked towards the fireplace.

"We'll just have to put the pieces together."

Jeremy reached the fireplace. He knelt down and began picking up the pieces.

"Eh? That's impossible. It's completely shattered."

Frances hid a smirk.

*If a Phantomhive butler couldn't put together a broken vial, what kind of butler would he be?* She thought.

"All done." Jeremy said, smirking as his eyes slid to hers briefly as he turned to show everyone the orange vial.

"Incredible! It looked like a medical ampule. (Arthur glared at Woodley.) Finding it in this fireplace can only mean…"

Jeremy turned his head to glare at Woodley.

"So, you really are the culprit! You murderer!" Grimsby shouted.

"I-I've never seen that thing before!" Woodley protested.

"Why on Earth would you try to frame a child?" Arthur asked.

"I-I wasn't—" Woodley tried to protest.

Ciel cut him off.

"Diamonds. (Everyone looked at Ciel curiously.) The leader in the diamond industry, Roze Company, had confidential plans to collaborate with my company and expand into jewelry production. If realized, those plans would certainly damage the Woodley Company. But, a few days ago, the Roze Company president was killed and our plans were put on hold. So, while he had the chance, he probably intended to kill me, as well. Quite the ill-conceived plan, really."

"I didn't do it! You've got to believe me! I've been set up! This little devil is The Queen's Watch—"

A sword was suddenly placed at Woodley's throat, cutting off his plea of innocence.

"Shut your mouth." Grey commanded, darkly, "I don't need your excuses. We'll have plenty of time to talk while you're in prison."

"I-I didn't do it! I really didn't!"

"Whatever. Just shut up. I'm in a really bad mood right now."

Woodley stiffened in fear.

"Earl Grey." Ciel called, gaining his attention. Ciel walked towards him, holding the chains that held him last night, "I have just the thing you need. (He held up the chains.) Why don't you use it?"

They exchanged dark looks. Frances watched Grey closely, just in case. Grey took the chains with a, "Hmph.". He placed them around Woodley's arms, locking them around his wrists. Grey led him out of the room.

"Let's leave the rest to the police." Arthur stated.

"I suppose this means the case is closed." Ciel announced.

"Thank goodness." Irene sighed.

"Yeah." Grimsby agreed.

Finny placed a finger to his chin.

"Oh yeah, what was that dark red liquid, anyway."

Mey-rin panicked.

"F-Finny!" She cried, covering Finny's mouth, "That doesn't matter anymore!"

"Ahhh, yes! (Jeremy hit his fist into his hand.) We haven't discussed that yet. (Jeremy reached into his inner suit pocket.) That liquid the maid found in Irene's room… (He pulled out a light pink bottle.) Was it this color?"

Mey-rin released Finny who struggled to catch his breath.

"Ahhh! It was exactly that color!" She exclaimed, pointing at the bottle.

"Oh my…" Irene said.

Jeremy approached her. The three servants were freaking out. Frances looked at them sympathetically. She wandered over to them.

"Calm down, you three." She whispered.

Mey-rin grabbed her and held her tightly. Frances ran her hand up and down her arm soothingly.

"Given your considerable youth and beauty, it seems the maid saw this liquid and thought you might be a vampire. (He reached into his outer suit jacket pocket.) But, the bottle most likely contains this."

Jeremy pulled out a red leaf. Finny gasped.

"Ah! That's red perilla!" He exclaimed.

"Red perilla has anti-aging properties. Once distilled and extracted, you get its essence. Am I mistaken?"

"N-No, you're right. (Irene placed her hands upon her blushing cheeks.) I want to stay young with him forever." Irene explained.

"Irene!" Grimsby exclaimed, happily, lovingly.

Frances smiled fondly at them.

"How sweet." She said.

"S-So that's it." The three servants sighed.

They sagged to the floor in relief. Frances stood above them with an amused smile on her face.

"I love you three." She said, fondly.

"Red perilla also alleviates fatigue. With that in mind (He turned towards Frances and the other guests.), why don't we celebrate the end of the case with a toast?"

Jeremy pulled out glasses out of nowhere, giving them all another hint of who he is. He poured the drinks elegantly as Mey-rin went to apologize to Irene. Irene accepted it in good merit. Jeremy handed Frances a glass. She smiled as she accepted it.

"Thank you, Jeremy." She said.

"You're welcome, my Lady." He said.

Her gaze slowly slid away from him as she turned to walk further into the room. She made her way to Arthur and Ciel as they stood by the window. The storm had finally broken. The clouds slightly parted to reveal a full moon. Her smiled widened feeling his darkness stir within her.

"The storm has cleared." Arthur commented.

"Even the Heavens are celebrating the resolution. Well then, would you do the honors, Professor?"

"M-Me?" Arthur asked, surprised.

Everyone else moved closer to them.

"You were the most distinguished, after all." Ciel said, smiling.

Arthur blushed.

"W-Well then (He turned to the other guests.), here's to solving the case! Cheers!"

Arthur raised his glass. Everyone else raised their glass as well with a loud,

"Cheers!"

They drank the refreshing sweet drink. They talked for a few more hours before separating to their own rooms. Frances had made her way to her room as well. She was still energized though. They took that drink rather late and even though it was one in the morning, she still didn't feel tired. She sat on her bed wearing a dark purple nightgown. She was about to get up to go to her Office to work on her oils and potions when a more than familiar presence appeared at her door. She quickly summoned her robe, wrapping it around herself.

"Come in." She called before he had a chance to knock.

Jeremy opened the door. A smirk upon his face. She stood from the bed. The robe fell down, covering her legs. A frown marred his face. She tilted her head.

"Is something wrong, Jeremy?" She asked.

"You know exactly who I am." Jeremy stated, irritated.

"I will not address you by your true name until you take off that mask."

A small smirk appeared upon his lips.

"You're truly do not like this face, do you?"

"You're not Sebastian and/or Malphas in it." She stated, crossing her arms as she looked away.

The demon chuckled loudly in amusement. The sound of tape peeling off sounded through the quiet of the room. The second it was off, Frances raced to him. He accepted her tight hug with a hug of his own, careful not ruin his mask. He spun her around once causing her to laugh. He set her back down. She placed her head and hand on his chest, leaning into him. A sad frown formed on her lips. The urge to look him over filled her.

"Frances?" Sebastian asked, sensing the shift in her emotions.

She looked up at him. His breath caught when he saw her teary eyes. She placed her other hand onto his chest.

"May I, please?" She asked.

He smiled fondly at her. He reached over to place the mask on her nightstand. He returned his gaze to her, cupping her cheeks.

"My beautiful bride." He whispered, pulling her in for a kiss.

Fire bloomed through them. A moan escaped both of them. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Malphas." She whimpered against his lips, her hands lowering to his shoulders.

His hands went to her hips. He picked her up and made his way to her bed. He laid down on his back with her on top of him, never once breaking the kiss. Their souls entwining, dancing as their song echoed through the room. Her hand slid through his hair. He moaned against her lips. He slowly pulled away enjoying her breathless gasp. He cupped her cheeks yet again as she caught her breath. He pulled her forehead towards him. He placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead. She melted into his touch. He pulled away with his hands still remaining on her cheek.

"My darling mate, you know it takes a lot more than just a stab through the heart and a blow to the head to bring me down, however, if you'd like to check, you may." He said, a smug smirk of satisfaction on his lips.

She smiled softly. She leaned forward and kissed his lips in a short, yet soft kiss. Their flames jolted and entwined. She pulled away to look into his beautiful red eyes.

"You are my invincible crow demon."

He warbled/purred in pleasure. Her hands trailed down to his jacket. She unbuttoned it, pulling it off followed by his waistcoat then his white button shirt. She pulled the shirt away and off his body. The skin over his stomach was healed like she knew it would be. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon the skin. She pulled away. She placed a hand on his shoulder to have him turn around. He smirked at her, doing as she wanted him to do. He laid on his stomach. Her hands ran up his back. The demon moaned. She placed a kiss at his lower back where the fire poker went through him. She felt him shiver. She smiled softly, giving him a little lick. He grunted. She gave a smirk. She trailed kisses up his back, running her hands up his strong back. His warble/purr grew louder. She reached his neck and teethed, bit, licked, and sucked his neck. She moved up to his ear and gently bit it. He let out a hiss. She smirked against his ear.

"My precious demon." She breathed into his ear, licking the inner shell.

He let out a long moan. Her hands went to his hair. She lifted her head to where he was struck. She placed a kiss upon it. Once she finished, she pulled his hair to turn his face. He gasped. She pressed her lips against his.

*Mea! (Mine!)* She sent him, loosening her hold in his hair and running her hands through it, using her nails.

*Mea! (Mine!)* He growled.

She slid her body over him so they were face to face with one another. His hands instantly wrapped around her waist. Her hands ran through his hair, down his back then up again and again. His hands roamed her back as well and traced her scars. They both moaned. They pulled away. He relished in her gasp. She placed her head against his chest as she caught her breath. Sebastian ran his hand through her hair as he curled around his mate. One hand rested against his chest, the other wrapped around his waist, resting against where he was stabbed. She snuggled into his chest. He snuggled into her hair. They let out sighs of content.

"Good night, my demon."

"Good night, my hybrid."

They said at the same time. Their eyes closed, falling asleep in one another's arms.

The following morning, Sebastian awoke still curled around his mate. He gently kissed her forehead. She stirred and blinked open her eyes. She stretched in his arms. He watched her with amusement. When she finished, he pressed his lips against hers. She grunted in surprise before returning the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. Their song flowing through them as their souls danced with one another. He pulled away, relishing her gasp. He nuzzled her nose.

"Good morning, my mate." He greeted.

She smiled lovingly. Her hand reached up to cup his cheek, her pinkie moving his bang from his face.

"Good morning, my invincible demon."

He warbled loudly in pleasure. He pressed a soft, short kiss to her lips again. He pulled away, smiling brightly at her.

"Come. We must ready ourselves for the day."

He rolled off the bed, placing her upon her feet.

"Yes, Malphas."

They dressed quickly. Sebastian was almost finished. He had the mask to put back upon his face. However, he first kissed his mate goodbye before placing on the mask and exiting the room quickly so no one would see him. Frances sighed softly once the door closed. She finished working on her hair, placing it in two buns. She slipped on her matching dark blue heels that matched her dark blue dress. She walked out of her room to the dining room. Everyone else was already there except for Ciel and Jeremy.

"Good morning, everyone." She greeted.

"Good morning." They greeted her back.

She went to sit in her seat. As she sat down, Ciel and Jeremy made their appearance.

"Good morning, everyone." Ciel greeted.

"Good morning." Everyone chorused.

The servants served breakfast, serving the same dish they had last night. Once breakfast was finished, they began to say goodbye to their guests. Frances hugged Irene and Grimsby, promising to see them soon. She went to Arthur and thanked him for helping with the case. She stepped back onto the porch watching as the servants drove away to get more supplies. She watched as Grey walked a very sullen Woodley out of the manor and into a carriage, still in chains. The annoyance and irritation from Grey was overwhelming. She turned her gaze to see Jeremy approach Arthur's carriage. Frances could feel his unease about everything. She had a feeling he would figure it out. She felt his gratefulness then his utter surprise. Jeremy turned to where she waited at the front door with Ciel. A smirk upon his face. Lau and Ran-Mao had already taken off after the servants. Grey and Irene and Grimsby's carriages took off as Jeremy finished his conversation. Frances shook her head. The three of them walked inside. Frances could feel Arthur's turmoil, disbelief, and confusion. They made it halfway up the stairs when the doors were burst open and Arthur ran in. He stopped near the staircase, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. The three of them paused on the staircase and turned partway to face him.

"Why are you so flustered? Did you forget something?"

"I returned to confirm the truth, Reverend Jeremy. No… (He looked up at Jeremy, straight in the eye.) The butler, Sebastian!"

A smirk curled on Frances' face. A grin on Jeremy's. Ciel watched on with mild amusement.

"Excellent! It seems we've rather underestimated you. (Jeremy reached up and began pulling at his mask.) Or I should say… "you desu". (Sebastian's face was revealed. His hair messier than usual. Arthur's face was one of complete and utter shock. Frances could smell the sweetness of chocolate.), Professor."

"I-I can't believe it. There's no way anything that implausible could be true."

Frances held back a laugh.

"Oh? Didn't you come back because you were certain? If you'd just been on your way, you could have returned to that tranquil "reality". So, why come back? Why, when you're shaking so badly?" Sebastian asked.

"Because, if the misgivings I felt weren't just misgivings, I'd have to chase the Yard's carriage immediately!" Arthur exclaimed, pointing towards the door.

The Young Master laughed as Frances smiled. She understood very well where he was coming from.

"You certainly have a strong sense of justice, Mr. Wordsmith. But then, you do claim to be a fan of medieval knights in your writing. (The Young Master placed a hand to his chin. Frances felt his slight seriousness, but mostly playfulness as he said his next words.) Once you know the truth, you might not be able to leave. Didn't you consider that?"

"Huh?" Arthur gasped, fear racing through him.

"I'm only joking. (The Young Master turned and began to make his way up the stairs.) You're right on the mark. Woodley wasn't behind the murders. (The Young Master paused on the stairs. He glanced back at Arthur.) At least, not in this case. (Arthur gasped. The Young Master looked forward.) But, he deserved to ride in that carriage."

"What do you mean by that?" Arthur demanded.

"It's a long story. We might as well discuss it over tea. Sebastian."

"Yes, Sir." Sebastian bowed.

He turned to face Arthur who remained in shock. Frances smiled gently.

"It's all right, Arthur. I know it's a lot, but if you want answers to your questions, this is the best way to receive them."

"V-Very well." He stuttered.

Her smile widened. She walked down the stairs. She passed Arthur who followed her with his eyes full of suspicion. Frances heard Arthur's footsteps following behind her. She led him to the greenhouse. They arrived first. Frances sat in the middle chair. Arthur remained standing. She smiled at him. She gestured to the seat beside her.

"Please, sit down. Ciel will be along soon."

Arthur sat down. He looked to his right. Frances could still feel his nerves.

"I don't think Ciel wanted you to know the truth." She said, quickly gaining his attention.

"Why not?"

She shrugged lightly.

"He admires you. Even more so now. You are a genius at looking for clues. I feel you could become an amazing detective, if you so wish."

He blushed brightly.

"T-Thank you. (He paused a moment.) Um… Why does Sebastian want me to know the truth?"

Frances shook her head with a small smile. She looked straight out one of the windows for a moment in silence. She could feel his curiosity, excitement, and fear grow the longer she remained silent.

"I believe he wants you to know to make you more aware of the world around you. As I told Woodley, the world is full of mysteries, the impossible may just be possible."

He stared at her with surprise as the curiosity, excitement, and fear grew. The Young Master came through the door with Sebastian following a few steps behind him, pushing a trolley of tea and snacks. The Young Master took his seat. Sebastian pushed the trolley to the opposite site of where Frances sat. He began to pour the boiling water into the teapot.

"Today, I'll be serving Fortum & Mason's Darjeeling Second Flush. And for refreshments, petites fours."

He began to serve starting with the Young Master then Frances followed by Arthur. The Young Master took a sip as Frances grabbed a petite four. The Young Master placed his cup on the saucer.

"Well, what made you think he might be alive, Wordsmith?" He asked.

Arthur looked away.

"I didn't have any real conviction… Just a persistent sense of vague incongruity. He was just well… (Arthur glanced at Sebastian.) He was too perfect. (Sebastian side-eyed him with a smirk. Frances gave a smirk as well.) The butler Sebastian and Reverend Jeremy… There were so many inconsistencies and yet, there was absolutely no room for doubt. They were flawless. They were so perfect, it was unnatural!"

Sebastian placed a plate of petite fours beside him. He glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.

"And by that you mean what?"

"To prepare for death… (Sebastian walked around the table, returning to the Young Master and Frances' side.) or rather, to prepare to be killed with such impeccable accuracy is simply impossible. That goes way beyond the level of premonition. Then along came Reverend Jeremy and even though he was unquestionably suspicious, he had an airtight alibi. And then, those parting words… "Thank you for taking care of the Young Master and Mistress.". The instant I heard those words, I found the root of my unease and realized that a single irrational possibility would overturn all our reasoning! (Frances' smirk grew wider. Arthur sheepishly and nervously looked at Sebastian.) The possibility that the butler, Sebastian, wasn't dead. (He looked away from him.) Once that occurred to me, I couldn't keep still."

Sebastian made a noise of amusement. He placed a hand under his chin as he looked at Arthur.

"To think that one simple phrase would convince you to return. I see my Young Master doesn't favor you for nothing." Sebastian smirked.

A small blush appeared on the Young Master's face. He cleared his throat.

"Moving on."

Frances and Sebastian smirked at his embarrassment. Sebastian looked back at Arthur.

"And what did I do to arouse such suspicion?"

"First of all, when Siemens was killed. You can do practically anything, but you just stood there. What's more, when the Earl was suspected, you didn't say a word in his defense. (His gaze slid to Frances'. A frown formed upon his lips.) The same could be said for you, Lady Frances. (His gaze flickered between the two of them before settling back on Sebastian.) It's unusual for members of a household to say nothing in defense of their Master and friend. (The Young Master placed his chin on his hand. Frances could feel his acceptance.) You knew, didn't you? (Arthur's gaze flickered to Frances'.) You both knew. (His gaze returned to Sebastian's.) You knew there'd be another murder and the Earl would be cleared."

"Yes, we knew." Sebastian and Frances said at the same time.

"I thought so!" Arthur exclaimed.

"Except," Sebastian said the instant the last word came out. He shook his head, "that wasn't the reason I neglected to defend the Young Master."

"Hmph. I suppose you thought I deserved it." The Young Master said, looking at Sebastian.

"Not at all. I predicted there would be some kind of attack and frankly, I was simply exhausted and fed up with shouldering such tiresome chores. (Sebastian looked at Frances.) Even with Frances' help, there was still quite an amount of work to do."

Frances sent him sympathy.

"W-Wait just a moment! (The Young Master held up his teacup. Sebastian immediately set to work pouring tea for him.) "Predicted"?"

"We knew ahead of time that one of our dinner guests wished to bedevil the Young Master."

"Y-You mean, you knew there would be a murder?"

"Yes." Both Frances and Sebastian said at the same time again.

"And that Mr. Siemens would likely be a victim. And that Sebastian… would be killed." Frances continued.

"What?!" Arthur exclaimed, standing from his chair.

Sebastian smirked at the man. He explained how he arrived at Siemens' door then heard a glass breaking. Once the door was opened and they discovered Siemens' body, he began to look around the room for the source of the glass breaking. Upon finding none and not smelling blood, he realized a receptacle for poison was in the fire.

"Hang on! Why didn't you say that right away?"

Sebastian placed the full teacup down in front of the Young Master.

"My Young Master seemed to be monitoring the situation, so I followed his lead."

"A murder under those circumstances… (The Young Master picked up a petite four.) At first (He brought it to his mouth.), I thought it was a hoax. (He bit into the cookie.) Life and death aside, I surmised that Siemens had poisoned himself. (He finished the cookie and picked up his teacup.) The rest is as my butler said. I thought there would be plenty of time to move once I had him by the tail."

"I see… So, that's why you sent him to replenish the coal. (Arthur picked up his teacup.) That bothered me, as well. There's no need to rake the ashes in an empty room. Yet, he was killed because of that."

Frances hid her amused smile.

*He would have cleaned the ashes from there eventually. After all, what kind of butler would he be if he couldn't keep a clean house?"

Sebastian glanced at her briefly, feeling her amusement. He looked back at Arthur. He nodded his head once.

"Correct. The true meaning of the order was, "Inspect the hearth.". (He glanced at the Young Master in amusement.) But, my Master is really quite cruel. He knew I'd be killed if I searched through the hearth, yet he gave the order, regardless."

"Well, I certainly didn't expect my plans to go this well."

"Your plans?"

"Yes. That night, I was murdered. It wasn't God or Fate. I died according to my Master's scenario… At a time of his choosing… By the hand of his intended culprit. (He paused for a long moment.) Her Majesty's butler, Earl Grey."

Frances' eyes narrowed as anger coursed through her. Sebastian explained all that had happened to him and the words Grey said.

"After that, I went ahead of Earl Grey to the wine cellar, where Lord Siemens had been taken."

Once again, he explained how he followed Grey to the cellar and murdered Siemens.

"You're lying!" Arthur exclaimed, yet again jumping from his seat. This time, knocking over his cup of tea. Frances could feel the amusement and exasperation from Sebastian, "You mean, you knew the killer's identity? And you willingly cast your life aside?! Because your Master ordered it?"

*Such are the rules of the contract.* Frances thought.

Sebastian gave a little smirk in her direction. He placed a hand on his chest, looking back at Arthur.

"Yes. I do not lie. You see, the strain my Master places on his servants, or rather his butler and friend, deserves a Royal Warrant."

Frances nodded, tucking her ankle behind her other leg.

"Indeed. Or at least a full day off." She said, looking pointedly at Ciel.

The Young Master continued to look at Arthur, though she could feel his slight sheepishness.

"After being murdered by Earl Grey, I helped prepare meals for the next three days with Frances."

"Wait!" Arthur exclaimed, looking at Frances, "You're a noble, why would you help prepare meals when he can clearly do anything and everything?"

Frances smiled.

"I like to help. While yes, he can do any and everything, I felt he should have to. After all, what being wouldn't appreciate help every once in a while? (She looked towards Sebastian for a moment with a smile. He smiled back. She looked back at Arthur who watched the exchange with curiosity, speculation, and awe.) Besides, I wasn't born a noble. It's a long story, but I was actually a shopkeeper before I became a servant then bodyguard to Earl Phantomhive."

He stared at her in awe.

"You have been all of those things?"

"Indeed, I have. Each of us have different skills to make us who we are. We aren't meant to do just one thing for the entire length of our lives."

Arthur continued to stare.

"You… are quite the philanthropist."

"Thank you."

Sebastian cleared his throat. They turned their attention to him.

"Back to that night. After finishing preparing meals, I gave the next day's instructions to our chef and gardener. Then, I entrusted our maid with an owl I'd caught for just such an occasion before reporting the details of my fireplace investigation."

He explained how his bloody clothes were unsightly so he used a pillow and blew out the candelabra before entering where the two were sleeping. Ciel took over briefly explaining how the pillow held the report and he looked at it after Arthur fell asleep. Sebastian took over again explaining to Arthur how he washed the pillow before his blood could set in then returned to Siemens' room to reinsert the weapon. Arthur and Frances cringed at that.

"Then following my instructions, Finny arrived to discover my body. It was merely a touch of revenge, but Earl Grey's bewildered expression was really quite amusing. (Frances shook her head with a sigh. Sebastian smirked at her.) Then my Lady's beautiful performance upon seeing my corpse, her gentle touch was much needed before my Young Master's convincing performance. But, even I didn't imagine he'd go out of the way to strike me while wearing his rings."

"Yeah, me neither." Frances said, glaring harshly at Ciel.

Ciel lowered his gaze as he drank more of his tea. Sebastian smirked. He returned his gaze to Arthur.

"And to do so while I couldn't move… I had to admire his deviousness."

Frances shook her head in exasperation. Sebastian explained how the Young Master gave him the order to put the ampule in the fireplace when the time was right after Baldroy stopped the Young Master from striking him.

"So, with a corpse as my alibi, I obtained some measure of freedom. And I was able to fulfill my duties at my own pace."

He continued on with how he went to retrieve the owl. The second he caught it and gave it a sedative to sleep, he heard Arthur ask to walk through the manor to see if Sebastian had the key. Upon hearing that, he made his way back to the manor, however, he got a little distracted by cats. Frances let out a giggle. Sebastian explained how he took all the cats to his room and due to Frances stopping to talk to Grey that he gained more time than he thought he would have if she hadn't stopped to make it back to the cellar and under the sheet.

"Thus, I avoided the worst crisis I've faced in my time as a butler."

He went on to explain how the Young Master hid his chuckles as he was being undressed while Frances was caught between being amuse and protective.

"I never thought I'd end up being exposed to humans in such a humiliating state… That was a first in my devilishly long life. Though (His eyes slide to Frances', amusement and appreciation within.), sensing my Lady's conflicting emotions was amusing. Such a protective mate."

"Mate?" Arthur asked, looking between them.

"Yes." Both Frances and Sebastian said.

"We are married." Frances finished, pulling out her necklace that held her ring and held it out to show Arthur.

Arthur's eyes widened. Frances tucked it back into her dress, feeling he was overwhelmed. Sebastian cleared his throat, gaining Arthur's attention.

"After that, I gathered the pieces of the ampule that Earl Grey had thrown into the garden and planted them in Mr. Woodley's fireplace, fulfilling my Young Master's orders."

He explained that once that was complete and there was an unexpected murder that he would arrive ahead of schedule.

"So, I disguised myself and with the theater ticket and owl as my alibi, I returned to you as Reverend Jeremy."

"Then, that ticket was a fake?!"

"No, it's a genuine ticket that I purchased in London. I only got to see two minutes of the show, but… I slipped out after suggesting my Lady to change and purchased the ticket."

"But, that's impossible!"

"If you doubt me, then by all means (Sebastian reached into the inner pocket of his tailcoat. He pulled out the ticket.), you're welcome to verify the ticket stub at the box office."

He placed it down onto the table.

"The owl and the ticket were both ploys to make Jeremy convincing." The Young Master stated.

Arthur placed a hand to his head in exasperation. Realization hit him. He looked back up at the Young Master.

"That's right. What was written in that letter?"

Frances allowed a wide smile to spread across her lips.

"Ah, the letter…"

The Young Master explained there was nothing on it, so he had to come up with something on the spot which was why he crushed it and placed it into his pocket. Frances let out a tiny giggle at Arthur's shocked look and the Young Master irritation. The Young Master glared at her.

"Quiet you!"

"Sorry, Young Master. It was amusing." She said, still smiling widely.

He let out a sigh of exasperation and irritation. He looked back at Arthur who watched the scene in continued shock, clearing his throat.

"It was just one of his ridiculous pranks."

Sebastian looked at the Young Master.

"Well, your studies were put on hold during the case, so it was a bit of mental exercise. And so (He raised a finger and swung it back and forth.), from that moment, my double role beg—"

"Hang on!" Arthur cut Sebastian off. They all looked at him, "I examined your corpse with Mr. Jeremy!"

Sebastian smirked.

"Well, that…"

He explained how he requested the bodies to be moved into separate rooms and the other reason he needed to change. So, he quickly changed and made it in time to be carried to another room by the servants. Once they left, he returned to his room to change yet again into his Jeremy persona. Then, he returned to examine the bodies.

"The difficulty was Earl Grey, but thankfully (He looked at Frances.) my darling was there to assist."

"Wait a second!" Arthur exclaimed again. They all looked at him as he looked at Frances, "You told us about how Jeremy helped your friend. (The Young Master looked confused by this.) Was that a lie?"

"What story?" The Young Master asked.

Frances explained what story she told. It took the Young Master a moment before he realized it was when he got kidnapped by Angela. She felt his unease and hatred for them. Arthur could also see how it affected the boy. Frances looked at him.

"No. The story, for the most part, is true, however, it was really Ciel that had gotten captured and not a friend. Though, a friend did help us slightly."

"Not really." Sebastian muttered.

"It was just to give Jeremy more credibility." Frances explained.

Arthur continued to stare at her in shock. Sebastian cleared his throat again. Arthur's eyes returned to him.

"You wish to know how Jeremy examined my body correct? (Arthur nodded.) First, I examined Lord Siemens. Then Mr. Phelps."

He explained how he asked to see the room Phelps was killed in, knowing it was on a different floor. It allowed him time to grab Phelps' body and take it to the room his body was placed in, dress him up in his clothes, then return to them on the stairs.

"That body was Phelps?!"

"Yes. Thanks to the Young Master's stilted acting and yours and my darling's character, we dodged that bullet, but…"

He explained how Earl Grey almost caught him. Then how Grey gave him a kick in the face. A scowl appeared upon Frances' face.

"Then, I saw something very interesting and very seductive going on around the corner." Sebastian said, staring at Frances with desire in his eyes.

Frances smirked. Sebastian told of the words she exchanged with Earl Grey and how she threatened him with a knife. The Young Master stared at her with incredulousness while Arthur stared at her with slight fear, but mostly shock.

"I told you to play the game." The Young Master scowled.

"I did play, but I also told you I was going to protect you as I always do which is exactly what I did. He kicked a dead person, not that you slapping him was any better, used his sword while people were still in the way, and made a rude comment about elderly people. I wasn't going to just do nothing while he continued to be disrespectful."

The Young Master let out an agitated sigh.

"Well, I suppose you didn't ruin my plans, at least."

"You know the rest. As Reverend Jeremy, I supported my Young Master, Woodley was arrested, and my Young Master successfully avoided incrimination." Sebastian finished.

Arthur placed a hand to his head, overwhelmed by everything that was just explained.

"I don't understand. Even after your explanation, this case… No, this whole ordeal makes even less sense. Because, doesn't that mean… If what you say is true, this whole affair was carried by Earl Grey, Queen Victoria's butler! He had Earl Phantomhive arrange everything, then tried to frame him for the murders. Despite that, you made elaborate preparations with your butler and friend, clearing only yourself from suspicion. Even though, you knew Earl Grey was the real culprit, you pinned everything on Mr. Woodley, who'd done nothing wrong! The case isn't complicated. The circumstances are extraordinary."

"Indeed." The Young Master agreed, "But, that was unavoidable. It was all as Her Majesty intended, after all. (Arthur gasped.) Siemens, our guest from Germany… To say that banker was a central figure in Germany's heavy industrial development would be no exaggeration. Her Majesty planned to eliminate him and thus half Germany's growing military strength."

"By killing one man?"

"It's the Butterfly Effect. The theory in which the flutter of a butterfly's wings might evolve into a mighty tempest. In only fifty years, Her Majesty Queen Victoria created the British Empire, which reigns across the globe. Somehow, she must be able to see those fluttering wings that change the world."

"But, why would Earl Grey try to pin the blame on you?"

"It's a bit embarrassing, but she apparently discovered a small misconduct of mine. I expected some punishment once it came to light, but I never thought I'd be framed for murder! Her Majesty has quite the sense of humor. But, I've always excelled at games. I invited Woodley as a scapegoat, so I simply used him as my pawn."

"Why use Mr. Woodley, when he was innocent?!"

"I told you. He belongs in that carriage. Beneath his public front, Woodley uses the diamond trade to acquire illegal weapons, which he sells to troubled regions. He's a self-styled merchant of death. Then, two weeks ago, the president of the Roze Company, a diamonds mining competitor, was murdered. Through my own network, I ascertained that Woodley was the culprit. Members of the Underground who use their power to harm those on the surface are in grave violation of our rules. So, I planned to eliminate Woodley, regardless. And that made him the perfect scapegoat."

Remembrance, realization, and utter fear emanated off Arthur in waves. He swallowed nervously.

"Earl… Who exactly are you?"

"I find those who violate the rules of the British Underground and dispose of them as the Queen's Watch Dog. (Arthur released a quiet gasp of shock and awe.) In this case, her Majesty was merely reconfirming I had the fortitude for the job. (Overwhelming fear and realization crossed Arthur's face. Frances could smell the tartness of apples emitting from him.) Just a little game between us."

"That can't be. If everything you've said is true then… (Arthur lifted his head, his eyes wide, and whole body trembling.) He's… That butler can't be…"

"As I stated before, the impossible can be possible." Frances said with a smile on her face.

The Young Master nodded in agreement.

"There's nothing more deceiving than an obvious truth. That's how it is, Wordsmith. The truth has always been right before your eyes."

"Yes." Sebastian agreed, haughtily. He stealthily walked towards Arthur to stand right behind his right shoulder. He lowered his head to Arthur's ear. Frances shivered in pleasure at his voice and the fangs that poked out, and his beautiful fuchsia eyes were on display.) The truth that I am not human, that is. (Arthur fell from his chair.) Now that you know, you must endeavor to forget, right Professor? (Malphas' tendrils of darkness flowed throughout the room in lovely wisps. Arthur screamed a terrified scream. He scrambled up and took off running. Malphas' shadow moved. Frances nearly released a whine as she watched his true form appear in front of Arthur. His black clawed hand grabbed Arthur's wrist, the other touched his face. Arthur's fear flew to overwhelming heights. His heart beat so loud, Frances could hear it. Arthur stared at Sebastian's true form, trembling with fear.) You understand what would become of you if you reveal our secrets?"

"I-I'll never tell! Not a word!"

Malphas disappeared from in front of him. Arthur took off running. Malphas stood behind him, his tendrils of darkness chasing after him.

"Try not to forget those words. We are always watching."

A tendril of darkness and another feather floated over to Frances. She let out a sigh as the tendril caressed her cheek then the feather. The tendril held his feather in front of her face. She accepted it, running her hand over the tendril to the feather. She lifted the feather to her lips, placing a kiss upon it. Malphas' fuchsia eyes slid to hers, a warble entered her mind. They heard the front door slam shut. Malphas morphed back into his human form. Frances gave a slight pout as she placed his feather into her dress pocket.

*Soon, my precious wife.*

"Why did you show him your true form?" The Young Master asked.

"He's an author. (Sebastian turned to the Young Master. He began to walk towards them.) If he experiences the extraordinary, he can't help but write. (As he passed Frances, he smirked. He continued to make his way to the right of the Young Master.) Young Master, you favored his novel, yes? You kept that magazine and read it so many times. Weren't you disappointed, when you learned it wouldn't continue?"

"Hmph. It was just a decent way to kill time." The Young Master stated, taking a sip of his tea.

Frances and Sebastian shared a look of amusement as they could feel that was a lie.

"I look forward to his next publication. (He moved around the table to face the Young Master straight on.) Well now, the Professor has returned home, so I should begin preparing your lunch."

"Wait! You seemed to be avoiding the topic in front of him, so I didn't say anything, but you haven't explained how Phelps was murdered."

"Ah, that's right." Sebastian said, hitting his palm against his hand, "The truth is, we had an additional caller who wasn't a party guest."

"What?!"

Sebastian moved back around the table. He knelt down. Frances stood up from her seat.

"You weren't expecting him, so I gave him special accommodations."

Sebastian pulled out the crate with chains. The Young Master stood up from his seat, shocked.

"The killer is in there?! (He looked at Sebastian.) Show me!"

"Are you certain?"

"Don't question me."

"Well then…"

Sebastian began to undo the chains. He removed them then opened the crate. An orange, tan, and dark brown snake leapt out of the crate with a loud hiss. Sebastian caught the snake as the Young Master let out a startled gasp and stepped back, tripping over Frances' foot. He grabbed her instinctively as she grabbed onto him instinctively. They stumbled a moment before Frances steadied herself then helped Ciel do the same.

"Are you all right?" She asked.

"Y-Yeah." He stuttered, "Sorry."

"The true culprit behind Phelps' murder." Sebastian announced.

The crate fell apart to reveal the Snake Charmer.

"There was indeed a thirteenth person."

"Snake!"

Sebastian explained what truly occurred. How while he and Frances made meals for three days, they heard Phelps' suffering. Upon reaching the room, they saw the snake slither up and through the vent. They made their way outside, leaving Phelps to continue suffering as there wasn't anything they could do. They found Snake then tied him up.

Sebastian untied the gag he put on Snake. Sebastian stepped back, placing himself between Frances and the Young Master.

"Why are you here?" The Young Master asked.

"'The day after Black, Enchantress, and Smile broke into the first-tier tents, everyone disappeared! It was definitely your fault! So I followed the scent of your costume, Smile!" says Wilde."

He explained how he watched the guests enter the manor then he and his snakes decided to wait in the greenhouse until nightfall.

"So, you're saying it's my fault for the circus' disappearance?" The Young Master asked.

"'Exactly! Ever since you guys joined us, everyone started acting strangely!" says Wordsworth. (Snake lowered his head and gritted his teeth. Frances could feel the anger and heartache.) "I knew that Joker and the others were hiding something from me. But… despite my appearance, they called me their friend. They called me family. (He looked into the Young Master's eyes with anger.) You stole them away from me! I'll never forgive you for that!" says Wilde."

Conflicting emotions filled the Young Master. He closed his eye as resolution filled him.

"The circus you were a part of was kidnapping children from each area they toured. We joined the circus to investigate."

"'Abducted? It's a lie! This cannot be true!" says Wilde."

"Cannot? That might be true. My identity was revealed before I could gather any evidence and they vanished without a trace. (Frances looked at Ciel in surprise. She could feel Sebastian's surprise as well.) In that sense perhaps I did steal your peace. But I also wanted to save the children who were suffering because of their actions. And of course, I want to save you too. (Frances watched as Ciel walked closer to Snake and untied the ropes around him. She could feel Snake's shock. Ciel held out his hand.) Snake, come to my manor."

Snake jolted back in utter confusion and surprise.

"'What are you saying?!" says Keats."

The snakes hissed at Ciel, sounding angry.

"Just as I said, I want to save you. (Ciel stepped closer. Frances felt a jolt of fear run through her. She knew he was safe as Snake didn't order his snakes to attack, however, it still worried her. Some of these snakes could kill him. Not that Sebastian would allow that, but still. Even Sebastian was a little wary.) We're still looking for Joker and the others. (Frances looked away. She understood why he was lying, but… She didn't agree with it.) Of course, it's mostly to resolve the case, but don't you think being here is the fastest way to see them again? They were kind to everyone, so cheerful. After living with them, I knew they weren't bad people. (Frances closed her eyes, forcing the tears that had gathered back. She felt Sebastian's comfort that he sent her. It helped calm her. She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. She smiled softly. He nodded. They returned their gazes to the scene before them.) That's why I want them to atone for their sings and obtain true happiness. All of them, including you."

"Including… me?" Snake asked, his voice soft yet masculine.

Frances could feel the longing to be accepted, the desire to have someone to care about him. He reached out his hand towards Ciel's, stopping when he neared his hand before he accepted it. All was silent for a few moments.

"'We will take your offer." says Wilde."

The Young Master nodded.

"Good. Come into the manor when you're ready."

He walked out. Sebastian followed right after him. Frances smiled softly at Snake.

"Welcome to the Phantomhive family, Snake (She looked around at all the snakes.) and you all too. (Snake looked at her in surprise.) Excuse me."

She walked out the door. She quickly made it to Sebastian's side. He side-eyed her. She gave him a small smile. He gave her one as well. He returned his gaze to the Young Master.

"I never thought you'd invite him to live here." He stated.

"It's better than letting him go and having my life targeted again. His ability to control those snakes might come in handy, too. And besides… (He glanced back at Sebastian, a smirk on his face.) I've been wanting a pet."

Frances frowned.

"He isn't a pet, Ciel. He is part human, part snake." She said, firmly.

Sebastian let out a sigh.

"You told such extravagant lies…"

"Even lies become truth if you stick to them indefinitely. (He looked at Frances.) Frances is a perfect example of such a thing."

"Hm." She agreed.

He looked forward. He stopped. Sebastian and Frances stopped behind him.

"In the end, Sebastian will just have to swallow them all."

Sebastian's eyes glowed fuchsia.

"Indeed." He agreed.

Frances looked up at the sky with a quiet sigh.

"In any case, how do you plan to explain all this to the servants."

Sebastian placed a hand to his chin.

"Ah, yes."

He explained it would take place tomorrow and all that it would entail. Once that was complete, Sebastian made them lunch. Snake came into the manor about an hour after they finished eating. Sebastian and Frances showed him around. They both agreed he would take on being the footman so Sebastian could have one less thing to deal with. Sebastian told him he would introduce him in two days and he was expected to be out of sight until then. Snake agreed and returned to the greenhouse where he and his snakes will stay. Sebastian produced a bed for him. He got it out there and returned to his room just in time of the servants' arrival with groceries. Frances helped put them away. As they did so, Frances told them that the funeral would be the following day. Sebastian and Frances slept together again.

The following morning, everyone in the Phantomhive Manor got ready for the funeral. Undertaker showed up around noon to collect the bodies. The Phantomhive household followed him to the church where Madame Red had been buried. The Phantomhive household greeted Lizzie, Prince Soma, and Agni. Everyone was in their best black outfit. They greeted one another with sad smiles and soft greetings. The casket was moved to the front pew. Sebastian was in his butler suit laying in a bed of white lilies. The service was beautiful yet brief. Frances placed a lily on his chest before the casket closed. Once it was finished, Agni, Baldroy, Finny, and Tanaka carried the casket to its burial place. Undertaker led the way with Mey-rin, Frances, Soma, Lizzie, and Ciel behind the casket. While they got to the desired plot of land, they lowered him down. Undertaker began to cover him with dirt. Frances' hands twitched, not liking the fact that he was being buried. She read the headstone: To the memory of Sebastian Michaelis Died March 12, 1889 May you be in Heaven an hour before the Devil knows you're dead. She placed the white lilies in her hand in front of it. Lizzie approached Ciel's side. She threw her arms around him and began to cry.

"Ciel! (Ciel gave a shocked cry.) Sebastian is a liar! He promised never to leave you alone! How horrible!"

Soma hugged Frances and Ciel, squishing them together.

"Don't cry, Frances! We'll always be here for the both of you!" Soma cried out.

Tears gathered in Frances' eyes unable to stop the heartache as she felt everyone else's heartache, sadness, and pain. She knew he was all right, but she still did not like having to see his headstone, him in a casket, his bloody body.

"Forever!" Lizzie cried.

"To be held in such regard… We three are both truly fortunate. Come. Let's return to the manor." Ciel said.

He turned around, Lizzie and Soma followed after him to remain by his side. Frances remained where she was though. Tanaka, Agni, and the three servants watched her closely. Suddenly, the bell began to ring. Finny and Frances gasped.

"The bell on the grave is ringing (The others turned around.). Even though there's no wind…" Finny said.

"That means he's still alive!" Frances exclaimed.

She raced forward and grabbed Undertaker's shovel. She began to dig.

"As the young lady said, if the bell's ringing, that means he's still alive." Undertaker smirked.

The others gasped and raced forward.

"Dig him out!" Bard yelled.

He grabbed another shovel. Everyone helped dig him out except Tanaka, Ciel, Agni, and Undertaker. They used their hands or shovels until they uncovered the coffin. They pulled it out.

"All right! Let's open it!"

They removed the lid to the casket. They saw his white gloved hand throw out the lily. They gasped.

"Goodness (Sebastian sat up with a hand on his head.), I'm finally out of there. Everyone—" He cut himself off as he saw the three servants and Lizzie flying at him, "Eh?"

They gave him bone crushing hugs as they cried.

"I thought I'd lost another comrade!" Bard cried.

"I-I—" Finny couldn't complete his sentence, he was so overwhelmed.

"Sebastian, I'm so glad!" Mey-rin exclaimed.

"Everyone, please calm down." Sebastian said, exasperated.

Frances let out a giggle as tears trailed down her cheeks.

"Sebastian!" Finny cried.

"That's the first time I've seen it ring, but aren't you glad we went with the safety coffin?" Undertaker asked.

"No kidding." Ciel muttered.

"It's a miracle! Thank the gods!" Agni cried, hands in prayer.

Mey-rin looked at her.

"F-Frances, Sebastian is alive."

She giggled again.

"I-I know!" She exclaimed.

The others backed off, sensing her happiness. Sebastian looked up. His eyes met hers. She ran towards Sebastian. He stood up and caught her by the waist. Her hands went to his shoulders. He spun her around once. He pulled her close, her hands wrapped around his neck.

"My love." They both whispered.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Their song exploded loudly in their ears as their flames intertwined with one another. Her hand unconsciously moved through his hair as one of his fingers traced a scar upon her back. After a long while, they released one another's lips. She let out a loud gasp. He relished in her gasp. He slowly lowered her to her feet, her hands trailed to his shoulders as his hands trailed to her side where her hips were.

"Mine." He growled lowly.

"Yes. I am yours as you are mine." She agreed, breathlessly.

The others still sobbing gained her attention. She blushed. Sebastian smirked. The Young Master stomped up to them. He was blushing as well.

"You two couldn't wait until later to do that?" Ciel asked, shocked, "You've known he was alive." He whispered yelled to Frances.

"Yes, but seeing him actually in a grave is traumatizing. You wouldn't want to see Lizzie in a grave, would you?"

Ciel gasped in shock before he glared at her.

"That's what I thought."

He grumbled in annoyance. The others hugged him again and cried. They didn't settle down until the sky began to change colors.

"We should return to the manor." The Young Master suggested once everyone had calmed down.

The others agreed. They began to walk out of the graveyard. Undertaker waved them off.

"Call me if you wanna lie around again!" He chuckled.

Tanaka bowed to him.

"I'm glad we were able to fool them with that level of shock." Sebastian stated.

Frances smiled. The Young Master handed him a handkerchief.

"And yet they're so gullible it's alarming."

Sebastian accepted the cloth. He began to wipe his face and hands of the tears and mucus. Tanaka approached them.

"Sebastian." He called. Sebastian looked at him. Tanaka drew closer to him. He began to place the Phantomhive butler pin to his tailcoat, "I return this to you. This pin proves you are head butler to the Earl of Phantomhive and Lady Harkness. Its rightful place is on your chest alone. (He turned and began to walk away.) A butler to the Phantomhive's household may never pass before their Master."

The Young Master and Frances walked forward.

"So in other words, Sebastian (He held the rim of his top hat. The both of them turned towards him.), as of today, you're my butler again."

Sebastian knelt to one knee, his head bowed, a hand on his chest.

"Yes, my lord. I devote my entire being to the both of you. Until the day that lies become truth."

Frances smiled. Ciel smirked. The wind blew gently, adding to the beauty of oranges, pinks, and blues of the sky.

"Come, my demon. Let us go home." Frances said.

She stepped forward to hold out her hand for him. He smirked at her, accepting her hand. She helped him up. They released their hands. They made their way to the group.

"Ah, Lady Elizabeth. (She turned to face Sebastian with a look of confusion.) If you'll forgive my words, I've just have one correction."

She turned to fully face him, worry in her green eyes.

"Oh, what have I said, I wonder?"

Sebastian held a finger to his lips.

"I do not lie."

He winked at her. She gasped. A small giggle escaped her lips as she nodded. She hugged him. Sebastian and the Young Master looked at her in shock.

"I'm glad you're back." She said.

Sebastian smiled softly. He returned the hug.

"I'm glad to have returned as well, Lady Elizabeth."

She pulled away with a bright smile. She turned and followed the others. They too followed the others as well. Frances looked at the beautiful colors of the setting sun. A smile crossed her lips. Her eyes met her demon's who gazed at her lovingly. She could not wait to see his true form longer than five minutes and see him around the manor. Sebastian smirked, knowing the excitement as he too, missed being around and seeing her more than a few seconds at a time.

*My wife.*

*My demon husband.*

Th wind fluttered through trees.