Aristocrats of Evil

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Moriarty was invited to accompany Ciel and Sebastian into town. He wasn't exactly sure why Sebastian seemed so interested he join them but one thing was for sure...he realized it upon entering their location. This strange man dressed in black with unruly hair. He was nothing like how Moriarty met him in his own world. 

"My, my, if it isn't the Earl Phantomhive with two mysterious men dressed in black this time," he snickered, covering his mouth with his hand. If Moriarty could see his eyes he would've noticed them recognize him. He also would've remembered something. However, no matter how hard he tried it was difficult to remember quite how his face looked. Sebastian's ominous statement from the day before rang out in his ears. Moriarty glanced around the room feeling chills run down his spine. He wasn't quite sure why but the secret to 'gods' was something he desperately wanted to answer. 

"We came to inquire about the recent-" Ciel's voice trailed on but Moriarty had a hard time following it. He felt eyes upon him but wasn't sure who was looking at him. Sebastian? This Undertaker? No...something else. 

Sebastian placed his hand on Moriarty's shoulder and smiled once again in a way that bothered him greatly. "It is unfortunate that you notice things so well. You might end up making my contract much shorter." Sebastian's eyes glittered an unusual color. "I would greatly advise against that." 

"But-" Ciel's twin is in that coffin. The words would not come out of Moriarty's mouth no matter how many times he tried to say them. Realizing this was inevitable, he sighed. "You may have no interest in telling him all that you notice, but I am very fond of him." 

"I have no qualms with you helping my young lord," Sebastian folded his hands behind his back. "But don't attempt to shorten my amusement," his eyes glimmered that color again. The color he couldn't quite place. 

"Sebastian, let's go," Ciel exited the establishment with Sebastian following him. Moriarty turned as well but long black nails rested on his shoulder as the undertaker muttered something to him. Time appeared to stop in this moment. 

"Are you friend...or foe?" he asked. Moriarty merely blinked and the undertaker was back in his original position...as if he'd never asked anything to start with. Moriarty wandered behind Ciel, bewildered. 

"We have one more location to visit, would you like to wander by yourself for a moment?" Ciel asked. "Are you curious about what this London looks like?" 

"Ah, yes, thank you," Moriarty smiled slightly, in that same way Sebastian usually did. A smile that didn't really feel genuine, more like a polite reaction. 

"Very well, meet us back here in a few hours then," Ciel said and kept walking. Sebastian looked over his shoulder as he followed Ciel and then pointed to the side. Moriarty followed his finger to a street. Unsure as to if he should really trust Sebastian or not, he decided to pick up Ciel's walking stick he'd left behind. 

Moriarty walked down the alleyway to see a brilliant shade of red. Red blood, red hair, and a weapon too advanced to be here. "Oh dear, you weren't supposed to see that," a sharp-toothed grin and eyes hiding behind red-rimmed glasses. "I just managed to get this baby of mine away from her prison and it looks as if I've gotten into some mischief." Moriarty stared at the body underneath this individual's feet. Was that...a film? 

"Do you...see this?" the stranger's face was rather shocked. "Ah, well, no matter, I have more souls to collect or Will is going to be frustrated again." No sooner had the mysterious individual stated that...the stranger disappeared. 

"By gods...did he mean...gods of death?" Moriarty muttered to himself and held his chin. "Fascinating. But those eyes..." Moriarty stared at himself in a nearby shop's window. He lifted his hair to look at his eye. "Does this mean...that I am turning into one?" Moriarty's brain went into overdrive trying to find out the connection between himself and one of these reapers. He couldn't place it but was determined to figure it out in one way or another. 

"Hm," Moriarty rested his forehead against the glass. "I wonder if Mr. Holmes managed to survive the fall." This wasn't the first time he thought of Sherlock since arriving here but he definitely wasn't expecting the thought to pop up at this time. Sighing, Moriarty returned to the rendezvous point.