A Demons Mate

Just wanna go home

Back with Ciel and Undertaker...

Ciel started to go after Sebastian, worried for Serena as well. Undertaker took his arm in a vise and led him back into the shop.

"What do you think you are doing? Unhand me!"

"Now, now little earl. You would be no use to him is this matter. Whenever demons clash, there is nothing but blood." The man giggled while pulling the teen into the shop without much effort.

"What do you mean when demons clash?" Ciel finally admitted defeat and sat on one of the coffins with a huff, straightening his clothing and pulling the icy coldness of rank around himself.

"The serial rapist that had been plaguing London for the last week or so, he's a demon. One who feeds on a human's essence not their soul. And he's in the wrong territory. Add to that he attacked an Elder's mate and well, it's going to be quite ugly." The mortician giggled into his sleeve.

"What do you know about Sebastian that I don't?"

"Quite a bit actually. But that's another bit of information." Undertaker laughed softly at the look that crossed the earl's face.

"But isn't what you've already started to tell me connected to Sebastian? And you said that the information about the rapist, that was already paid, for was now useless."

"Ah, so it is." Undertaker took a seat on the coffin across from Ciel. "You see, you have a very valuable soul, my lord. To have the power to summon an Elder demon and the brains and soul to keep him interested. Elder demons do not need to feed nearly as often. Some can go decades without eating a soul, so they are picky about the contracts they form. When an Elder is summoned to our plane, they have a certain radius that is considered their territory. Weaker or younger demons must inform the Elder if they are passing through or are feeding in their territory. Other Elders inform each other as a matter of courtesy."

"Courtesy amongst demons?" Ciel scoffed at the idea.

"Think what you will, young earl. But the fact remains, that while more brutal, many aspects of demon society are much more civil than your own. Probably because they live so long. War, chaos and destruction will only occupy a being for so long." He smirked. "Besides, if they feel the need, demons only have to come up to the human world if they miss wartime amusements."

"So Sebastian is an Elder and he's claimed London as his territory during our contract, is that what you're telling me?"

"Exactly."

"Undertaker," both looked up to see Sebastian, with that fake smile showing his irritation, in the doorway. "You're supposed to be telling him of Serena."

"Of course." The reaper laughed. "Unfortunately, there's nothing to tell."

"What?!"

"All of my sources are keeping mum on the subject. It seems that no one knows why she was sent here, even the higher ups. The only one who does is the one who did the sending. That is in itself interesting enough."

Ciel stood. "Where is Serena?"

"She's in the carriage my lord, and needs to return to the manor." Sebastian looked back outside, not leaving the entryway.

He was already feeling the strain of being pulled in two different directions.

"Very well, if you cannot tell us anything more, we'll be on our way." Ciel stood and moved to the door.

"Just remember that pulling someone through time takes a great deal of power. To find the answer you seek, you need to find those with enough strength to manipulate time itself." The Undertaker waved them off. "Bring her with you when you come again. I'll let her stay in the shop next time."