You Can't Hide Forever

His Butler, Fluent (part 1)

"Why did you kill the Queen, too?", Ciel asked.

"Her clouded fish-eyes", he answered simply.

"Fish-eyes?", Ciel asked.

At least his voice is better than it was right after he was shot.

"Her eyes should have been fixed on the future, but they were held captive by the past, and they dulled and rotted", Ash explained. His expression did hold sadness to it from what I could see. "There was nothing for me to do but cleanse her."

Sebastian walked and led me to a pile of building supplies such as beams and planks before he sat Ciel down.

"This seat is a bit uncomfortable, but I believe it has the best view in the house", Sebastian said with a small smile.

"I agree", Ciel said as Sebastian stood up straight again and I sat beside Ciel. He wrapped his arm around me tightly, as if he could lose me at any moment and I leaned into his embrace, still concerned about his wound and what was on his mind.

"Your orders, my lord?", Sebastian asked. Ciel removed his eye patch and shook his hair a bit before throwing the eye patch.

He wouldn't normally throw his eye patch since he always wears it....

The seal was glowing in his eye. "Kill him...", Ciel said before his glare intensified. "Kill the angel!" Sebastian's eyes had turned their demonic pink as he bowed on one knee before Ciel.

"Yes, my lord", he spoke.

"When this bridge is completed, it will seal eastern London from uncleanliness", Ash continued as Sebastian approached him. "As an angel, I have no choice but to purge any demons who alight upon this gate." As he spoke, Ash turned to face Sebastian. Then, he pulled his sword out of its sheath. "Purge then into pure-white beings: without stain, without heart, without life."

The two jumped into the air as they had in Paris, glaring at one another as sword met butter knives, sending sparks flying with every scrape against metal. Once Sebastian landed the second time and went to jump forward again, he realized the spirits of the bridge had grabbed his feet to hold him in place.

"Sebastian!", Ciel called out. The black spirits continued to climb up his body until they had engulfed him.

"Oh, no!", I cried out.

~~Third Person POV~~

Grell was among the bodies of the deceased in the streets continuing to try and reap their souls with his safety scissors to no avail as black radiated off of the bodies and into the air. "Oh, I keep reaping and reaping, and it's just no good!", he said.

"Hmm, I suppose wasted effort is the privilege of youth", a voice said from behind Grell. He turned around to see Undertaker, holding a scythe, sitting on stone steps with a dog biscuit in his mouth.

"What do you mean 'wasted'?!", Grell asked.

"This black stuff is made of the joys, agonies, and jealousies of the dead", Undertaker explained. "Yes, what you'd call their hearts." Grell looked around at the black leaving the bodies. "Once the heart has slipped out of a soul, it can hardly be called a soul anymore. I doubt they can be stored in the reapers' library." Grell crouched beside some bodies.

"Why should a heart matter?", he asked as he cut a person with his scissors to see their Cinematic Record, only to gasp at what he saw. His eyes widened. "Hey, it's blank!!"

~~Sebastian's POV~~

Black continued to come to the bridge as they restrained me.