Our group began heading to the monastery, with Grell flirting with me the entire time. Sebastian had an annoyed expression on his face like he wanted to tear Grell to pieces.

The monastery was on the other side of England, which meant it would take hours to reach just by train or carriage. Thankfully, our group consisted of demons and reapers, which meant we would be in Lancashire within minutes.

"So, Grell, why are you and the Undertaker joining us?" I asked.

"Cinematic records were stolen from the library in the reaper academy, and all signs of their whereabouts pointed to the monastery. We decided to join up with you three, and well, here we are," he explained.

The monastery loomed before us, looking as suspicious as I thought it would be. Cult members were wandering around the courtyard, all ranging from toddlers to the elderly. With a cult this big, it was possible they were trying to overthrow the government. Queen Victoria had a valid reason to be concerned.

"We have to try and get information, but how?" Ciel pondered.

A nun walked across the grass towards us and looked startled when she saw us.

"Excuse me! Do you think you can spare a second to tell us about this place and what exactly it is you guys do?" Ciel asked.

"Um..."

"Allow me, young master."

Sebastian walked with her into the barn in front of us. We waited in silence for a few minutes.

"Ciel, you know how I am supposed to be your sister, right?"

"Yes. Is something wrong?"

"N-no," I stuttered, "It's just that... I guess if you are my brother, that means you're about to be an uncle."

He turned around, his visible eye opened wide. I bit my lip and blushed. He was the first person I told.

All of a sudden, we heard loud moans coming from the barn. My heart froze and I felt the air escape me.

"What?!" Grell shrieked. "Why is Bassy giving it to that wench in there?! Ugh, I am going to slaughter her."

I nodded my head slowly, tears pooling in my eyes. "I think I agree with you for once Grell."

Grell grabbed onto my sweater and sobbed. I hugged him back and almost did the same as him. The moans continued on for minutes.

"Oh! I think I see the gates of Heaven!" The nun yelled.

"On the contrary, I am going to drag her wench ass to Hell once they are done in there," I growled.

After what felt like an eternity, the moaning finally stopped. The creaky barn door opened, and Sebastian stepped out. Mathilda was lying on a haystack, her chest rising up and down quickly. She hadn't even bothered to decently clothe herself.

"Sebastian, wait out here while I ask..." He trailed off, not knowing her name.

"Mathilda," she answered.

"Mathilda here some questions."

He walked inside, a fuming Grell following close behind him. The Undertaker grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back, knowing armageddon would break loose if Grell was in the same room as Mathilda.

"I'm pregnant," I blurted.

Sebastian froze and tensed up. It was the reaction I was expecting. He came closer and tried putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Shit, Y/n if you told me I would have never-"

I flinched and pulled my arm away. "Save it, Michaelis, we both know you would have still screwed around with that wench. It's my fault for falling into your trap. Besides, we are not lovers, right? We only spent that one night together..."

Sebastian leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. Instead of a rough kiss, it was soft, different.

"Y/n, if you told me not to seduce the nun, I would have never done it. I only did it because I didn't think you would care. You stormed out angrily on me this morning, and I thought that meant you didn't feel anything for me."

"You obviously got that wrong," I snorted.

"Marry me."

"W-what?"

"You heard me. Marry me Y/n. If there is anyone I would spend the rest of my eternal life with, it's you. We can wrap up this business with Ciel, leave, get married, and just start a family. You, me, and our child."

This time I let the tears fall. But it was not out of anger or sadness, it was out of happiness. "I would love that, Sebastian. I would really love that."

"When is the baby - our baby due?"

"It's been about two months since that night, and demons tend to be pregnant for four. So I have two months left to go. I will start showing a bump within a week or two."

Sebastian gave a small grin and kissed me again.

"I never pegged you for the type to settle down or even be happy about having a child. This is the first time I have seen you like this."

"We've both been alive for a long time, Y/n. I think we can afford to settle down and raise our child to be a fine demon. But not too fine because they are not allowed to surpass my skills."

I laughed. "Why not? I'm already able to beat you, I am sure. What difference would it make if our child can too?"

Sebastian smirked. "Hm, is that so? You believe you are better than me?"

I grabbed his tie and pulled him forward. "I can take you in a battle and come out victorious, any day, anytime."

"I'd much rather it be in the bedroom, where we both know for a fact I am the dominant one."

My cheeks burned red. "Sebastian, stop!"

"Funny, that's not what you said that night we spent-"

I slapped his arm and walked away to Ciel. He finished questioning the nun and sighed.

"They use a doomsday book when recruiting new members to expose their pasts. She says it's to help 'cleanse' them during a ceremony they have for new recruits in their cathedral. My guess is they are using the records stolen from the Grim Reaper library," Ciel explained.

"There is a chance they are having a ceremony right now. We should go and check," I insisted.

We left Mathilda in the barn and left in search of the cathedral. We found it and entered, seeing a bunch of monks and nuns sitting and watching two new members becoming "clean." In reality, it looked like they were getting tortured.

"This is horrible, and that is saying a lot, considering I've done some low things before," I whispered.

All of a sudden, there was a bright light in the center of the room. A woman appeared with white wings and the same white hair.

My sister.

She smirked and made her way towards me. "Ah, Hebony. Or should I call you Y/n now? Whatever the case, it has been a while since we've seen each other."

"I hear you go by a different name too. Angela, correct? I also know you are the one who ordered that vile demon to turn me into the monster I am today. But we are no different from each other, are we?"

"How dare you! You are unclean, you are impure! In no way are we the same!" Angela shrieked.

In an instant, she grabbed Ciel and took off with him, leaving a trail of snowy white feathers behind. From the many years I lived, no regular angel would have that many feathers fall from their wings.

It was because Angela was a fallen angel, a fact that was probably hard for her to take in. Even after all the abominations, she has committed, I still couldn't help but feel sorry for her. It was sickening to know I still have a soft spot for my murderous sister.

The priest who was cleansing two members looked my way and smiled. I gripped Sebastian's hand and felt my heart hammering in my chest. He had the face of Vincent Phantomhive, Ciel's father.

I ignored it, for I knew the real Vincent Phantomhive was dead. Angela was probably trying to play a trick on me and get me distracted.

"I think I know where she went. Obviously, she was the one stealing the books with cinematic records, so our best bet is to check the Grim Reaper Library," I explained.

"We should hurry before she steals any more records," Grell added in.

We left the cathedral in a rush and followed Grell to the library. Once we got there, I noticed how it seemed to be afternoon, in contrast to the dark night in England.

The library was grand, almost twice the size of the Phantomhive Manor. It was a light grey building with teal roofing, and many, many windows.

Grell opened the colossal door to the building, only for a pair of pruners to extend out. He barely dodged it and shrieked, the pruners cutting off some of his long, dark red hair.

William Spears, the man who dragged Grell off after the murder of Madam Red, stood in the center and retracted his pruners. He pushed up his square-framed glasses and stood with a slightly annoyed expression on his face.

"I knew I smelled something foul," he muttered.

I sighed, "Look, William, we have no time for arguments right now. We're here because it is possible you have an angel roaming around the library right now."

His expression changed from annoyed to alarmed, and he began making his way to the library. We all followed him and found Angela. Ciel was in her lap, and his cinematic record was flowing out of his stomach.

My lip quivered. "Did...did she kill him?"

William shook his head, "No, she is trying to rewrite his memory."

"I'm making him pure again," she answered in a soft voice.

Angela stood up and let Ciel float up, the records continuing to flow out of his stomach. She walked towards me and gave a small smile, in contrast to the screaming at the monastery.

She lifted my chin up and made me meet her eyes. Soft, snowy angel wings wrapped around my body, shielding us from everyone else.

"I can make you pure and clean as snow, dear sister."

With that, I felt my body go limp and let myself fall into her arms.

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I'm sorry I took almost a month to update with the last chapter. I had writer's block and I didn't have ideas. Don't worry, I am back and will be updating once a week again :)

I'm also sorry this chapter took a while to be published. For some reason the old, unedited version kept on popping up instead of this one.

I've recently gotten an application to apply to high school, so wish me luck! I have to write a short statement on why I want to go there and other things, which has caused me to go stupid and not know what to write for the statement. Hopefully, I figure something out XD

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