"Today's afternoon tea is a green tea from the Kangra Valley with a gooseberry and elderflower jelly," Sebastian said as he served Ciel his afternoon tea and sweets.

Ciel took a bite and said, "Well, it'll do."

"I'm glad you find it satisfactory, my lord. Though, I'm afraid there's work to do when you're finished," Lilliana said as she handed him a letter from the Queen. Ciel took it from her hand and quickly opened the letter.

"People are being burned alive? Ah, yes, the rash of crimes that has swept through London. I'm told there was another victim last night. Her Majesty grieves at the thought of her subjects trembling in fear each night," Ciel said, but not in his usual tone.

"What's the matter, my lord?" Sebastian asked, but before he could answer, Lilliana grabbed the letter and examined it herself.

"Faced with a recurrence of these unsavory incidents, I shall once again leave the matter in the hands of the 'dog' . . . and the 'spider'," she said suspiciously, as if she knew something that they didn't.

"What might that mean?"

"Has this same sort of thing happened before? Who is the 'spider'?" Ciel asked before taking another sip of his tea, but once he set the cup down, he continued, "There's no use sitting here wondering. We dispel Her Majesty's worries. That's our first priority. We're setting out for London."

"Very good, my lord," Sebastian said with a bow.

"And don't let Madame Red get wind of what we're doing. This is the sort of thing she enjoys. I don't want her poking her nose in."

"I don't believe we'll have any trouble there," Sebastian said with a chuckle. However, Lilliana didn't have the same facial expression. She seemed to be . . . sad about what he said. Why would that be? Being a Grim Reaper, she was surrounded by death and that particular death shouldn't have been emotional for her. Was it the circumstances surrounding it? Was it the fact that one of her fellow Reapers killed her in cold blood? Or was it the fact that he wouldn't be able to remember that dreadful night? Regardless, they all had one job: dispel the Queen's worries.

The three of them prepared the carriage to London, but before any of them got inside, Ciel asked, "Lilliana, would you mind driving the carriage? There is something that Sebastian and I need to discuss . . . alone."

"Oh, sure," she said hesitantly as she got up to the driver's seat. Once the two were inside, she slapped the reigns and they were on their way to London.

"A part of the house of Phantomhive's past that I don't know about," Ciel asked.

"It's only natural. After all, you were forced to assume the earldom before your father had passed everything down to you," Sebastian said.

"Still, I couldn't have asked for a better opportunity. If I, the new family head, resolve an incident my father was involved in, rumor will spread through the criminal underworld and they are sure to make a move."

"You intend to use yourself as bait, my lord?"

"All those who hurt my pride, who brought it low, I'm going to drag them out into the open and make them pay. I'll stop at nothing."

"And if they're already dead?"

"You have to ask? I'll tear the truth out of their rotten flesh with my own hands. That's all there is to it."

"That's my master," Sebastian said with a smile.

"There was something I wanted to ask you, Sebastian. Do you think Lilliana is really loyal to us?"

Not this shit again. "I beg your pardon, my lord?"

"There is something odd about her behavior. She's been really secretive recently and I fear that she plans to do something against the Phantomhive name."

"I'm not sure I see what you see."

"So, I'm wrong? Well, how can you explain the fact that she sneaks out every night after I supposedly go to bed."

"I've noticed that you have snuck out of bed every night."

"That's only because I have suspicions that she is plotting against us. Am I mistaken?"

"Yes, you are, my lord. We chose her just like we did with the other servants because of her many skills. She has proven to be an excellent fighter and will protect you whenever you are in danger. If she were to plot against you, then you may have been killed already."

"But you won't let that happen, will you?"

"If she ever tries to kill you, then I will kill her before she has the chance. I swear it."

"As long as the contract is in action, I cannot die. You will do whatever you can to protect me, even if it costs your life. Never break that contract, understand me, Sebastian?"

"Yes, my lord."

The three of them arrived to the crime scene where they saw Scotland Yard examining the ashes of the latest victim. Apparently, she was burned alive as she crouched to the ground alongside a wall. The husband was with her, but he was taken to a nearby hospital to care for his burned hands. "It looks like you're having some trouble, Sir Arthur," Ciel said. Sir Arthur turned to the direction of his voice and saw the trio that he deemed as evil, but he digressed since he saw that the brat had a letter from the Queen in his hand. "Let's hear about the investigation."

"There's no progress worth mentioning," he said in annoyance.

"What makes this different than past incidents? There have been similar crimes before, haven't there?" he said in a cocky tone.

"Then you know."

"Aha, you just confirmed it," Ciel said, which made Arthur mad. He hated being played like a fool in front of this evil lord Phantomhive. "Show me the old case files."

"There's nothing left of it and even if there was something, I couldn't show it to you. Scotland Yard will find out who did it, why, and what is has to do with the old case. You're not needed here," Arthur barked.

Ciel only smiled wickedly as he said, "I hope your right. Let's go, Lilliana and Sebas-," However, his sentence was cut short as the three of them saw that Sebastian was looking in utter awe at a group of kittens on top of supposedly their mother cat.

"Oh my god," Lilliana said before letting out a chuckle. Out of all the times to get caught looking at cats, this had to be the worst. He was always a different person when cats were around. It was kind of . . . adorable.

"Those round, attractive eyes so innocent of the filth of this world; that adorable yet somehow noble tail; those pale-pink, soft paws," Sebastian said under his breath.

"Chief Inspector, we didn't find any notable evidence," a man who looked very familiar, approached them, which surprised the hell out of Lilliana and finally got Sebastian out of his cat hypnosis.

"My apologies, young master; they were just such charming kittens," Sebastian said.

"Let's go, cat lover," Lilliana said as she followed Ciel and Sebastian to their next stop.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The noise was so loud, it caused another earthquake in the shop and it wasn't just one person laughing.

"'Well, that's Great Britain for you? . . . Wait, what the heck? I'm through with you!' Thank you very much," Sebastian said. However, Undertaker and Lilliana were laughing their lungs out and could barely breathe. They had to lean against coffins to keep their balance.

"That was brilliant," Undertaker said in between laughs and breathes. "I never dreamed I'd see such perfect manzai-style comedy in England."

"He just stood there talking to himself," Ciel said, unimpressed by the joke, but it was hard for someone like him to laugh in the first place.

"You showed me something truly special. I'll have to keep my end of the bargain," Undertaker said as he pulled out a little jar of ashes and sparkles from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

"I asked to see a corpse from the arson case," Ciel said in confusion.

"Yes, and this it, my lord. I scraped up what was left of the victim on the scene. The fire burned so hot that it only left ashes behind. You could say that her very soul was burned away along with her body," Undertaker said with a more suggestive tone that Ciel didn't pick up on, but Lilliana did.

"Her very soul?" she asked.

"Sure, but what would I know? I'm only in charge of making every customer beautiful for their big day. Speaking of which, her funeral should be sometime soon in the cemetery not too far from here."

"Well, then, that's where we are headed. Let's go," Ciel said as he and Sebastian left the shop.

"You two go ahead, I'll catch up with you in a bit."

"What?" Ciel said in both confusion and anger.

"I'm going to ask Undertaker more about . . . this case. I'm sure there's more than he's leading on, but if the funeral is soon, then you two shouldn't miss it," she said with a smile while Undertaker had a look of shock on his face, which was weird to see on an always-smiling man. Ciel eyed her angrily, but went on to the funeral. When the door closed, she asked, "What do you mean by 'her very soul was burned'?"

"There is no second meaning behind it. It's just as I say."

"How is that possible? Fire can't burn souls."

"Well, it can if the fire is hot enough. Also, if I recall, isn't today a very special day for you?"

"Hm?" she said with a confused look.

"Oh yes, today is a special day for you, or that is, when you were human."

"I'm not following."

"Look at the calendar," he said as he pointed at the calendar on his wall. She walked up to it and saw date it was today: June 21. There was even writing on it with red ink which she could have mistaken for blood.

"Would you look at that? I'm surprised you would remember that, but I don't have time to celebrate a holiday celebrated by humans. I have a lot of work to do."

"Well, I'm happy to tell you that the little game our young lord is playing will end very soon. The murderer will burn in those very flames tonight."

"Well, I'll make sure I get that case before anyone else can take it. I'll be the person closest to the murderer, so it wouldn't make sense for any other Reaper to-,"

"I'm afraid that they already assigned the case to someone else."

She looked at him with surprise and anger. "To who?"

"It is not like her to be this late. She said she was only asking questions about the case," Ciel said, still keeping his suspicions about her. However, they were soon forgotten as he watched the funeral. Apparently, the victim was a young newlywed woman and her widowed husband seemed to be the most distraught. Why wouldn't he? He was the last one to see his wife alive and had to watch as his wife was burned to death before his very eyes.

Soon, the coffin was set in the ground, but a couple, one skinny man and one overweight woman, came to the young husband's side as the man said, "Excuse me. I'm Turner, the photographer. I'm terribly sorry for your loss. I've brought you the last picture taken of your wife."

"She was so beautiful, wasn't she?" the woman said. The husband looked at the picture and couldn't hold back the tears forming in his eyes. However, as he tried to grab the picture with his bandaged hands, he dropped it, causing the glass to break on impact. "Oh, what a shame," the wife said in a monotone voice.

The couple started to walk away, but there was something in the air as they passed by Ciel and Sebastian: the shiny residue that was on the ashes. The two of them eyed each other, knowing exactly what the other was thinking.

"Why won't you take the offer?! I'm allowing you not to work for tonight since I'll be watching over your assignment! Why won't you let me collect the soul?"

"I'm sorry, but William gave me this assignment personally. I don't want to disappoint a man as scrumptious as him," Grell said as he kept the file close to him.

"Since when do you follow the rules? Besides Katia and me, you are the one who has broken the most rules."

"Well, if I'm ever going to get a handsome man's love, I must show him that I can pull my own weight."

"Ugh, you're such a little bitch," Lilliana said to Grell before she was about to fight him, but there was an explosion nearby that caught both of their attention.

"Oh, it must be time to go. I can't resist a fiery scene," he said as he jumped to the next roof to the photo studio.

Lilliana sighed as she said, "I might as well tag along." They finally reached the studio and saw that it was engulfed in flames. "Mr. Turner must be burning alive right now and according to the reports, his soul will burn with it."

"Yes, but who would marry such a hideous woman like her? Even ugly hags can seduce men better than me. It's just not fair!"

"Our, I mean, your job is to collect her soul. You should know why they got married if you read her file," she snapped back.

"Who has time to read that entire thing?"

"Me, William, many other Reaper, and even Ronald-,"

"Shut up, she's getting out," Grell said as the two Reapers saw Mrs. Turner leaving the burning building with such a happy face and sprinkling that shiny stuff all over the streets, but not too far behind her was a carriage and out came Ciel and Sebastian. "Oh, it's Bassy," Grell said in glee, almost as if he was squealing.

"Don't even think about-," Lilliana said, but he was already on the move to chase after him. "Lucifer dammit!"

Down below, Mrs. Turner snapped a picture of the two of them as they chased after her, but instead of just a picture, it caused an explosion that Sebastian had to shield Ciel from. "That camera is her ignition device. Capture her, Sebastian," Ciel ordered.

"Yes, my lord," Sebastian said as he chased after her. Soon, Mrs. Turner ran into an alley, hoping to lose them, which it did, not because she was fast, far from it, but it was because of that damn red-headed Reaper revving his chainsaw and swinging down toward Sebastian. Luckily, Sebastian shielded himself from the attack with his forks and knives that he conveniently kept with him. However, Ciel recognized the color of his red overcoat, one that looked eerily similar to Madame Red's coat. "It's you."

"I've just been dying to see you again, my dear Bassy!"

"So, you've been pulling the strings behind the scenes, Grell?"

"All I've been pulling are the red threads of fate that bind our hearts-," Grell said, but was slammed to the ground by Lilliana.

"Thanks for breaking my fall," she said as she landed on the ground. Sebastian and Ciel were shocked to see her here. Plus, Ciel had never seen her in her Reaper uniform before.

"Oh, how could you?! Don't be so rough with me. I thought you would be a lot nicer after Bastille-," Grell yelled as he covered his aching head, but was interrupted.

"You kind of deserved it. After all, you tried to hurt our dear 'Bassy'," she said with a bit of a bite at the end. She hated that nickname, especially when he used it.

"All I did was take a little swipe at him out of excitement! Besides, I thought you wanted us to work together?! You and I are both following that old pig, after all."

"Lilliana, what are you doing here?" Ciel asked.

"Oh, well, um . . . I saw this guy chasing after Mrs. Turner and I thought he might know something about the murders."

"What are you talking ab-," Grell tried to say, but was elbowed in the gut by Lilliana.

"Stop lying to me. You better start explaining yourself before I make Sebastian-," he said before he noticed her Death Scythe. "What is that?"

"It's a . . . um . . .,"

"It's a Death Scythe! Just tell the brat already! He's seen you use it before many times," Grell said impatiently as he pulled out his chainsaw. "Though, mine is far better looking than yours."

"Shut your trap, Grell," she said angrily and raised her hand as if she was going to hit him.

Sebastian sighed as he said, "I guess it cannot be helped. They are Grim Reapers, who reap the souls of the dead."

Lilliana was scared to know how he would react, but was surprised when he said, "Grim Reapers, eh? So, there are others like you?" Grell looked at her with a confused look, then the young lord, then back at her again, but she gestured him to not say anything else. To her surprise, he was actually willing to comply. This is the first time that he wasn't on bad terms with Ciel.

"I imagine they're here to reap the souls of the arson victims, my lord," Sebastian said.

"But no more work for me now that you're here, Bassy! From now on, it's just our little amorous adventure-," Grell said, but Lilliana pushed him out of the way. "Oh, come on! I'm sure Bassy and I can . . . fool around!"

"I swear, is sex always on your mind?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

"We have no time to fool around! Sebastian . . . Lilliana, let's go," Ciel said as he ran to chase after Mrs. Turner.

"Certainly," Sebastian said as he followed him. Lilliana was reluctant, but she followed them. He took the whole Grim Reaper thing surprisingly well compared to last time. Well, the circumstances were different then.

However, as they followed the flames, Sebastian was blocked as Grell jumped in front of him, "Ah, ah, ah, Bassy. If you want me in your arms, leap through these flames-," he said before Sebastian stepped on him to pass through.

"Excuse me," he said politely, though they both knew that inside, he wanted to say something much worse, but he had to keep up appearances.

"Wait, my dear Bassy," he yelled before getting up and chasing him. However, he stopped for a second to ask Lilliana, "So, the brat lost his memory or something?"

"Yes, but it's nothing you need to concern yourself with," she said in an annoyed tone as she ran to catch up to Sebastian. He did annoy her, but this was his assignment after all and she wasn't supposed to interfere. If he didn't collect the soul, then she could get in trouble. They passed by the street of burning corpses and screaming victims until they reached an alleyway, but they seemed to have lost her and their young lord. "Oh dear, did you let her get away?" Grell said.

"Shouldn't you be working, Grell?" Sebastian asked curiously.

"I am a hunter of love and I'm on your trail. That is my job, darling," he said before looking at Lilliana, who had red in her eyes, making him a little scared. "B-Besides, I only have one soul to reap."

"Only one?"

"Margaret Turner is scheduled to die five past midnight 'after an indiscriminate killing spree and burns herself to death as well'," Grell said as he read the case file. "According to the soul ledger, this is the only soul I'm meant to reap."

"You are the only want reaping that soul? Why is Lilliana with you then?"

"She wanted the assignment since she was more likely to tag along with you and that brat. Kill two birds with one stone, I guess, but this is my soul."

"I know. I know," she said in annoyance.

"Regardless, why aren't either of you collecting the souls of the fire victims?" Sebastian asked.

"Well, when Margaret burns people to death, their souls are burned away with them. It's very rare, but it's possible, apparently," Lilliana explained.

Ciel had been following Mrs. Turner for a while, or at least, as much as he could before he lost her. Still, what was bothering him was the fact that the three deities, who could catch her no problem, were lagging behind. Where the hell were they? Still, he would have never imagined that a Grim Reaper was working for him, but it was actually a good thing. Sebastian has been a very efficient butler and she was on almost equal level with him, which meant that she could pretty much do everything he could. With two deities protecting him, one that would prevent his death at any cost and one who could foresee deaths, he would be unstoppable.

"Where did she go?" Ciel said underneath his breath as he reached a fork in the road near a bell tower. However, he noticed a trail of the magnesium oxide in the air and looked up to the top of the bell tower. Up there, he saw that she was pouring out barrels of it down to the streets below. "Does she plan to burn down the whole town?" He ran inside the bell tower and climbed the large amount of stairs, but right before he reached halfway, a patch of the magnesium oxide caught a spark and exploded right at the window closest to Ciel, causing him to be pushed to a nearby wall, but before he could feel the hard wall, he was pushed into someone's arms. As he regained his footing, he saw who caught him.

"Are you all right, young master?" Lilliana asked gently.

"You finally managed to catch up. Where are Sebastian and your friend?" As usual, he could never show genuine gratitude, but she expected that.

"Well, Grell is holding back Sebastian and I thought that I would try to find you."

"And you couldn't help him?"

"Let's just say that Grell won't listen to me at all, even if it would help him, but enough about them. We have to catch Mrs. Turner," she said. He nodded and the two of them rapidly climbed up the stairs. Soon, the two of them finally reached the top and saw that Mrs. Turner was pouring out the last of the powder to the streets below.

"That's enough of that," Ciel said as he pulled out his gun.

"So, you've come to interfere with my happiness, too," she said as she grabbed her camera, waiting to fire.

"Did you really think you could find happiness after this?"

"Of course! He told me so," she said as she took a picture, causing an explosion. Luckily, Lilliana managed to push him out of the way in time and though she seemed to get out of the way in time, Ciel did notice that there was some powder on her clothes. Mrs. Turner walked closer to them as she said, "A little brat like you would never understand how rotten it was to be married off to a man I didn't love! I want to feel a burning passion for a splendid man and I'll fry anyone who gets in my way!"

However, Lilliana and Ciel began to laugh at what she said, making Mrs. Turner even more angry. "You're pathetic. If you're going to moan about it, fight. If it bothers you, get moving. Just wallowing in your rotten luck like that makes you worse than a pig," Ciel said.

"Pig . . . Pig . . . Pig, did you just call me a pig?! I'll roast anyone who calls me a pig," she said as she triggered the explosions. Lilliana tried her hardest to protect Ciel, but it was getting pretty annoying to be the subject of these fiery photos. After all, they have been hitting her, but she hasn't been affected. She's a Grim Reaper, after all. A stab or gunshot to the heart wouldn't be able to kill her. It would hurt a bit, but not kill. These explosions are a walk in the park. Though, Mrs. Turner noticed that she wasn't burning despite how close she was to the flames. "Why won't you just burn?" She triggered yet another explosion, but this one managed to make Ciel's eye patch fly off.

"How long do you intend to fool around? Come, Sebastian," Ciel yelled.

"You're talking to yourself now," Mrs. Turner said with a laugh, but she heard a loud sound from below the bell tower. They all looked down and saw that Sebastian was literally running up the tower at a 90 degree angle while Grell was using his chainsaw to reach the top. "What the devil?!"

"That's my butler," Ciel said.

"And that red-headed freak is more deadly efficient than he looks," Lilliana said with a smirk. She never thought she would say that in her entire life.

"Stay out of this," Mrs. Turner said as she threw a barrel directly at Grell and triggered an explosion, but to her surprise, he didn't burn or seem to be affected by the direct explosion at all. "W-Why won't you burn?!" She triggered many explosions, but none of them seemed to slow him down. In fact, he seemed to enjoy taking all these beautiful pictures.

"Using him as bait? Sebastian, you fiend," Lilliana said under her breath with a smile. "Though, I would do the same." Eventually, the two of them reached the top of the tower and Mrs. Turner tried to set Grell on fire repeatedly, but no matter how many pictures she took or how close they were to him, he would not burn. Instead, he posed for various pictures, enjoying the attention.

"Now listen here! We ladies ripen and redden and sweeten each time you photograph us! That's right, just like a bright-red, succulent fruit! It's pouring, no, gushing out of me; just welling up out of every pore! Yes, right now, I am the Queen of the Fruits, the ripest of all the Reapers," Grell said out of utter thrill.

"Indeed, I can hardly resist biting you," Sebastian said, but it caused Lilliana to push him a bit. "What's the matter? Are you jealous?"

"N-Not even,' she said almost frantically.

"You're late," Ciel said.

"My apologies, my lord," Sebastian said.

"I told you to burn," Mrs. Turner said as she tried to ignite another fire, but Sebastian managed to push her out of the way so she would lose grip of her camera and drop it. "Impossible . . . ,"

"This is the least I would do on my master's orders."

"WH-Who are you people?!"

"I am simply one hell of a butler."

"I'm the Queen of the Reapers," Grell said as he grabbed the camera.

"And I'm one hell of a Rogue Reaper," she said as she pulled out her Death Scythe.

"Now, tell us everything," Ciel asked firmly.

Mrs. Turner started to sob as she said, "He told me what to do. He told me if I did this, splendid men would fall in love with me!"

"He?"

"Yes, the one with the golden eyes," she said and would have continued if a sudden spark didn't set off the flames that engulfed her. Everyone looked in shock.

"I can't believe it! Her soul is burning too," Grell said in shock and confusion.

"Burning passion! Happiness," Mrs. Turner yelled with insanity as the flames consumed her.

"Wait, I still have quest-" Ciel tried to say, but Sebastian pulled him back before a bigger explosion would claim his life. They managed to land on the ground below safely with Ciel in Sebastian's arms.

"Are you all right, young master?" Lilliana asked.

"I'm fine," he answered as Sebastian put him down.

"This can't be! How could the soul I'm scheduled to collect just burn up?! This can't be! It's just not right," Grell said in a worried frantic.

"Maybe you have the wrong person?" Lilliana asked, trying to make sense of all of this too.

"No, William gave me this assignment personally! Oh, they are going to be mad for sure," he said, but soon saw Sebastian and had an idea. "I'll have to report this to Will, so I'll make this the last one," Grell said before positioning the camera in front of them so he could snap a picture of him and his dear Bassy. "Next time, let's sit for a lovers' portrait in the night, Bassy. Toodle-loo," he said as he left their side.

"Thank you for what you've done today, Lilliana," Ciel said, which surprised Lilliana. "You've managed to protect me throughout the night and have become a more key player to my plan. I . . . I just wanted you to know that."

"Well . . . um . . . thank you, young master," she said with surprise in her voice.

"Young master, you ordered me to capture her, but . . . ," Sebastian said as he showed him a handful of Mrs. Turner's ashes.

"So, everything burned to ashes. I'll inform Her Majesty that these murders were the work of a woman crazed with greed."

"I see that humans are capable of doing quite a bit out of longing for love," Sebastian said.

"What a ridiculous waste," Lilliana said. "All this for a silly shapeless, meaningless thing like 'love' . . . ," She drew quiet. Katia did the same thing in a way out of what she thought was love.

"Laughable, isn't it?"

"Very, but not everything has burned away. Investigate this 'spider'. It may have made a move during this case," Ciel ordered.

"At once, my lord," the two of them said in unison.

Lilliana was in her room, waiting for Sebastian to return from putting Ciel to bed. He said he had a surprise for her that he wanted to show her personally, but she couldn't think of what it was this time? What could he possibly surprise her with? She was never the type of girl that would be excited for sweets or flowers or anything like that. Even sex wasn't surprising for her, which what she was expecting to happen at this point. Though, for someone who was just putting someone to sleep, he was taking an awfully long time. She was getting impatient and was about to go to bed anyway, but then, Sebastian walked into the room, both with a smile on his face and confusion in his eyes. "You couldn't wait just a little bit longer?" he asked teasingly.

"You were taking forever," she said as she got out of bed. "I'm just lucky that it was a slow night tonight. It's rare that I don't have any work to do," she said as she got out of bed.

"I had to make sure that the preparations were set. After all, today is a special day," he said before kissing her. Once their lips parted he whispered in her ear, "Happy birthday."

"How do you know-," she asked in surprise.

"Well, when I had a glimpse at your Cinematic Record, I noticed one memory: the last birthday you had with both of your parents and your brother."

"But when was that-," she tried to say, but she soon remembered the answer, "When that angel revealed my past to me."

"Exactly and as a treat, I have arranged some preparations for your special day."

"The surprise?"

"Yes, but if we stay here, I'm sure everyone will get impatient."

"Everyone? What do you have planed?"

"You'll see," he said as he guided her out her room and into the dining hall, but as the door opened, she was very surprised by what she saw.

"Surprise," the three servants yelled at the top of their lungs. Apparently, there was a mini party to celebrate her birthday and the servants, Ciel, and even Undertaker and Katia were all there. "Happy birthday, Lilliana!"

"Oh my Lucifer, I never would have imagined this," she said, almost so overwhelmed with emotions that she could cry. However, there was one thing on her mind. She walked up to Undertaker and Katia and asked, "How did you manage to get her out?"

"I've managed to pull a few strings and was able to convince the Head Reapers that for the remainder of her rehabilitation, she should work with me so she could have a better understanding of what it means to be a Grim Reaper and other cliché stuff," Undertaker said with a giggle. "Apparently, they ate that all up."

"Isn't it wonderful, Lily? Now, you don't have to take time out of your schedule to see me! I'll just be a walk away," she said as she hugged her. She could have kissed her now, but she didn't want to make an unwanted scene in front of that brat who luckily didn't remember her and the man who seemed to have stolen Lilliana's heart. "Oh, we got you something," she said as she handed her a little green gift box with a black ribbon.

"What is it?" she asked teasingly as she grabbed the gift.

"Open it and find out." Lilliana pulled the ribbon and opened the lid. What was inside? It was a little dainty necklace, but what made it special was that the charm had a little flower inside: a lily. "I hope you wear that the next time we see you! After all, we spent a long time trying to find you something you would love."

"The lily was my idea," Undertaker said.

"I love it! Thank you," she said with a big smile.

"You're welcome," they said.

"Lilliana, I picked these flowers out just for your special day," Finnian said as he showed her a vase with many different types of flowers inside it. It was quite beautiful.

"I cleaned up the place so it would shine," Mey-Rin said. She was right, the place was spotless and not a mess in sight . . . yet.

"And I baked the best cake you will ever taste! I even managed to make it without using a flamethrower." She looked at the rather big cake, but could see that Ciel already asked Sebastian to slice a piece for him.

"Ho, ho, ho," Tanaka said as he handed her a new tea set as a gift.

"Oh, you guys are the best," she said as she gave them all group hugs. They may be annoying at times, but moments like these are the reason why she endured it.

"I would have gotten you a gift, but I was too preoccupied with the arson attacks," Ciel said.

"Young master, you actually already gave me a gift just by saying I'm a key member to your plan. That's all I need."

"Well, regardless, I ordered Sebastian to get you one," he said as he signaled Sebastian to give her the present. He walked up to her and handed her a little white box with a red ribbon. She grabbed it and opened the gift. What was inside? It was a simple silver pocket watch, but what made it special was the design: it looked exactly like Sebastian's.

"Thank you," she said as she hugged him. "After all, this is my first birthday party I've had since I was a human. You've made it real special. Thank you."

"If I couldn't throw a simple party, then what kind of a butler would I be?"

After a while, everyone decided to go to bed since it was almost midnight. The servants cleaned up the room, Undertaker and Katia left, and Sebastian went to put Ciel to bed. Lilliana placed her gifts on the nightstand close to her bed, but she was surprised to see one more gift. It was a little blue box with a blood red ribbon. She thought it was from Sebastian, thinking it was a special gift that he couldn't give her in front of everyone. She opened it and when she looked inside, she gasped. What was inside? It was a little ring, but what was special about it was that it was a blue diamond ring, like Ciel's. However, the design was very familiar to her. She looked at the box again and there was a little note inside the box. She took it out and couldn't believe what she was reading:

Dear Lily Kilia,

A little demon birdie told me that it was your birthday. I'm not sure what Grim Reapers exactly do on birthdays, if they even celebrate it at all, but I just want you to know that my father and I would like to wish you a very happy birthday. We hope the ring is to your liking. Your brother said that it was the same one you would wear all the time as a human and now I see why. It's quite beautiful. Speaking of which, there was one other gift that I would like to give you, but it's not something you could wrap in a bow. Trust me, I tried to make him wear something like that so I could get a picture for you, but he refused. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is this: Bastille is alive and he's in Hell right now. Now, I could get in a lot of trouble for saying that, but as long as my father doesn't find about this letter, I'm fine. I can't say anymore, but I will watch over him until he's allowed to return. Again, happy birthday and maybe I will see you sometime soon. It's been a long time since I last saw you.

Love from your Big Sis from different parents,

Lucille Mirasuka

How is Bastille alive? What does the ring represent? Who is Lucille Mirasuka? Reviews are appreciated.