Aristocrats of Evil

7

"Brother?" 

Moriarty stared at the cup of tea in front of him. 

"Brother?" Louis repeated. 

"Hm? Sorry..." Moriarty picked up the cup and took a sip. "Could you repeat that?" 

"Are you feeling okay?" 

"I feel...as though I'm forgetting something." 

"What could you be forgetting?" Louis asked, concern written all over his face. 

Feeling warmth upon his stomach, Moriarty looked down to see blood pooling out of him. "Am I dying? This can't be right. I was supposed to live out my grand plan. Louis?" He looked up but the scenery drastically changed. He was no longer enjoying tea with Louis but being cradled in Sherlock's arms. 

"Liam!" Sherlock tapped his face lightly. "Liam, stay with me!" 

"You and I both know a human can't survive something like this." 

"Your life was not as interesting as I had hoped," The Undertaker frowned and turned his attention back to Sebastian. "Perhaps a real demon is better?" 

As the reapers (and one demon) scurried on around the two of them, Sherlock refused to believe Moriarty was going to die here. "You can't! You have to see how your plan folds out, right? Liam, don't be a coward. You can't die here!" 

"Mr. Holmes," Moriarty pointed to the side of the boat weakly. "If you don't make your escape now you will die from the water." 

"I'm not leaving without you!" 

"I regret to inform you," a new voice towered over the two of them. "That you two are not in my records to be collected tonight," adjusting his glasses with his scythe, the straight-laced reaper pushed the cinematic record back into Moriarty's torso and sealed the wound. "I have enough paperwork to get through as it is. I would rather not include two other-worlders on that list." 

"Will! You came for me!" Grell ran toward him but William dodged, allowing Grell to fall down the tilting ship. 

"I suppose this is where I shall take my leave," The Undertaker made his escape, not wanting to deal with William's interrogation. Grell could fill him in on all those details later. 

"Young Master," Sebastian picked Ciel up and ran toward the broken side of the room. 

"We haven't answered our questions!" Ciel struggled in his arms. 

"Impossible to answer anything if you are dead, my lord," Sebastian glared and went to find a lifeboat. 

"What are we going to do?" Sherlock spoke aloud while watching the water get closer and closer. 

"This is quite the tragic ending to our second voyage together," Moriarty groaned and stood up. Sherlock stood up next to him. 

"I suppose we are fated to die together in every universe?" Sherlock laughed, albeit forced. 

"Come now, with that brain of yours we should be able to find a solution together..." Moriarty grabbed Sherlock's arm and dragged him as far up as they could go. 

Meanwhile, on the deck of the Campania, two individuals fell from the sky. One dressed entirely in white and the other in a deep navy almost akin to black. A book chained to his waist. 

"I thought I told you it was dangerous to follow me to Atlus!" 

"Ahahaha!" a boisterous laugh emitted from the shorter individual. "But you grabbed ahold of me again, didn't you? So it's fine!" He looked around at the sinking vessel they'd managed to land on. "....this is not Atlus." 

"Huh?" the male dressed in white also looked around. "Where are we?" 

"You're the one with the portal abilities!" the shorter one grabbed ahold of the taller one's shoulders and shook him. "How the hell do you not know where we are?!" 

"Are those...?" the male dressed in white pointed to the zombie-like creatures making their way toward the duo. 

"Ahahaha!" another boisterous laugh as he grabbed the book at his side. Holding it out the pages flipped. "Allow me to show you the power of the blue moon! Doctor of vampires Vanitas at your serv- huh?" Nothing happened. 

"Vanitas...I think we might have a problem." 

"Damn well, we have a problem, Noe!" Vanitas grabbed Noe's hand and ran to the furthest edge he could. "Those aren't cursed vampires and this boat is sinking! I have no idea where we are and we are about to freeze to death in that water!" he pointed. 

"There is a boat..." Noe pointed, "...should we jump?" 

"Eh?" Vanitas didn't have the time to refuse as he was picked up by Noe. The vampire took a few steps back before running and leaping into the water. "EHHHHHH?!" Vanitas screamed.