Tangled Web (A Black Butler Fan Fiction)

Epilogue

Ciel and I left England and never looked back for quite some time. Actually, we were married for a long time before we ever went back. We spent some time in America. Some time in Japan. Hell, we even went into Germany before World War I. It was all for the hell of it. We left when war broke out even when Sebastian wanted to contract with some souls. It was 1912 when Ciel and I decided to marry. We originally wanted to marry when it was the twenty-year anniversary of the day Ciel took me away from my world and plunged me into the demon world. It was on October 31, 1889 when I became a demon. I remember the day clearly. We were in Paris. It was the closest we'd gotten to England.

Lizzie had demanded my parents have a funeral for me a month earlier. My parents weren't going to have one. Not even after someone found "my body" did they think about holding a funeral. Lizzie was devistated to find out about my disappearance and death. Some blamed it on Jack the Ripper stricking one last time before finally going into retirement. Undertaker knew better. He knew Sebastian was a demon.

Ciel and I were in America when we heard the news about Queen Victoria's death. I looked to Ciel when we read it in the morning newspaper. He looked indifferent even though his family worked for her as well as himself and me. I knew he didn't want to step foot into England. I didn't either. If someone was there that knew I was supposed to be dead, it would just be complicated. We heard later in 1910 that Queen Victoria's successor died. Ciel choked back the laugh as I read the article to him. In the wake of a "war to end all wars" England's king couldn't take it. Or, that's what Ciel said as he and I looked out to the harbor where we stayed. Sebastian thought it was pety that we kept up with the world news when it would repeat itself later on. Ciel and I just found it amusing.

I remember the day clearly when Ciel and I married. Most people would come to remember it as the day the Titanic sank. It was this grand ship on it's maiden voyage. It was supposed to be unsinkable. Everyone believed it, except for the demons scattered around it. Iron sinks no matter what you do with it. All of those stupid people should have known that. Ciel and I married in New York. By then, we both looked about the same age. Demons cease aging as soon as they reach maturity. Ciel and I both looked like we were seventeen by this time.

Ciel and I, with Sebastian in tow, traveled all over the world. We couldn't use the Phantomhive name when we reached placed where titles gave you things. Instead, since I looked like her even though it's been forever since I'd seen Lizzie, we used the Midford name. It wasn't often when we used it. At frst, we used it all the time. Now that the demon's life has set in, we'd make up one.

There was a time when Sebastian wasn't around us. It was 1916 in Russia. I wanted to see what Russia was like at Christmas time. After a few days of being there, it became clear to Ciel and I that the people were going to uprise. Sebastian, instead of telling us to stay away, was already gone when the people raided their king's palace. Red flew everywhere. Ciel and I waited on the outskirts of the grand city while Sebastian was gone.

"Don't worry, Selena, Sebastian always comes back," Ciel assured me as we waited for him in the freezing cold that was supposed to have effected us.

It was nearly dawn when Sebastian came back unscathed from the revolution. One of the princesses were missing. The townspeople claimed it was the youngest daughter of the czar, Anastasia. Ciel and I, knowing the people after seeing them kill other for less, knew she was dead.

Ciel and I never heard much about Lizzie, as cheerful as she was. I heard she married to another of nobel blood. God forbid my sister fall in love with someone below her.She ahd kids. Last I heard, she had two. One she named after me. Another was named after Ciel. Mother and Father refused to make the purpose connections. Lizzie slowly grew further and further from Mother and Father. Soon, their relationship became as strained as the one between me and my parents. Perhaps they deserved it.