Author's Note: I am so sorry if it seemed I was abandoning this story, I have not. I just had a lot going on. I came home from boot camp, was told that I'm anemic, allergic to milk and cheese, I possibly suffer from Friedreich's ataxia my insomnia has been kicking my ass. I lost both of my aunts within two weeks earlier in November. The deaths of Cameron Boyce, Kobe and Gianna Bryant hit me hard. But I'm going to do my best updating regularly. I've also got a new job at FNBO so I'm content with that. I love you all and thank you for loving me and my stories!

Luka didn't know if he should scream or not.

He had just reunited with his older brother, Alois Trancy, known as James "Jimmy" Macken.

They had solemnly told each other what had happened since Luka had died and the mahogany haired Neko was in agony as he realized his older brother had been brutally raped just as he had discovered the eldest Phantomhive had been.

Alois was silent afterwards, he was ashamed that he was so weak, he couldn't even put up a decent fight.

And then pale slender hands cupped the golden haired boy's handsome face and sky blue optics met intense yet warm kaleidoscope flame lenses.

"You are not weak, what happened to you was tragic and devastating but it made you stronger, it shouldn't have happened but it did, you and I are victims of rape, one of the most disgusting sins there are. Yet you, Ciel and I are survivors of sexual assault, Luka is a survivor of verbal, physical and emotional abuse, together we are invincible, apart we are strong. I know what it's like to see yourself in the mirror and hate that it happened to you. You're not alone, James, we're all here for you. I'm here for you, mon cher," Vladimir spoke quietly yet his meaningful words conveyed his hidden emotions perfectly.

Alois couldn't help but break down in the older boy's arms, clutching onto the silvery blonde haired boy's chest as his own smaller frame shook with sobs.

Vladimir merely rocked them back and forth, humming a lullaby his mother used to sing to him, Ciel and Astre when they were children.

"Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember, things my heart used to know, things it earns to remember, and a song someone sings, once upon a December," Vladimir sang softly and then smiled sadly as Alois fell asleep after the last lyric.

Manuerving the golden haired boy into his arms, the eldest Phantomhive made his way into his own guest bedroom, laying Alois down on the bed, letting Luka cuddle up to his older brother.

Ciel frowned as he thought about how the golden haired boy and his older brother shared something tragic in common, it was devastating.

Both older brothers had gone through Hell and back for the sake of their younger brothers and it made Ciel angry and made Luka want to cry for their shattered innocence.

Claude's facade fell and Sebastian soon had the Trancy butler slammed against the wall, hatred burning in his now fuschia optics as Claude's glasses slid down just a bit, revealing his own fuschia lenses.

"You were going to murder the poor boy, knowing he couldn't save his little brother from being raped? I know we are demons but you are crossing boundaries, we ourselves when we were mortal once, were raped, molested, sodomized, abused and tortured. How could you ever even let it cross your mind to rape the little Neko and then murder his older brother who suffered the same as my mate?" Sebastian snarled, losing his usual collected composure.

"Come now, Lucifer, we can't let the angels have all the fun," Claude laughed cruelly and Sebastian's fangs elongated as he snarled angrily at the Trancy butler.

"The angels are the reason why so many children who are born innocent, have their innocence brutally stolen from them, the children end up being put into sex trafficking, being raped and sodomized, abused, tortured, murdered or become killers themselves, you know myself, my father and our Inner Circle have never once condoned those atrocious sins just as we've never allowed adultery, rape, abuse, bestiality," Sebastian shed his human face and allowed his true persona to shine through.

He was no longer Sebastian Michaelis, he was now Lucifer Malphas, Prince of Hell, Creator of Ravens, the Antichrist himself.

His once ivory human face became deep black as his gigantic wings tore out of his back, his fangs and canines elongating along with his claws and his fuschia slit pupiled irises became pure black with deep crimson staining where the outlines of the irises were.

Claude let out a scream of horror as he was forced to look into his superior's eyes, seeing his human life over a couple of millennia ago, reliving every single painful moment.

Blood whips kept Claude locked in place as Lucifer teleported them straight to the Gates of Hell and when Claude tried running from his fate, Lucifer let out a blood chilling laugh, stomping his heeled boot on the psychotic demon's back, effectively breaking his spine but not outright killing him.

The condemned souls cackled as they realized one of the many who condemned them to their eternal fate would be joining them.

They began crawling towards Claude's bound form as he screamed in agony as Lucifer proceeded to telekinetically shatter his ribs, his legs and his right arm.

His left arm joined the pool of blood surrounding him as Lucifer sawed it off with unadulterated glee.

Several of his fingers and toes along with his teeth had been torn out of him with a wrench as Lucifer tsked in disappointment.

"Oh honestly, quit being such a baby, this is your punishment, dear Abbadon, however your twin sister wants in on the fun as well, come on out, dear Azrael," Lucifer held out his bloodstained hand and a porcelain dainty hand slipped into his.

And a hauntingly beautiful young woman, stepped into the light that the Hellfire cast over them.

Kaleidoscope flame irises glimmered with sadistic amusement and crimson full lips parted as her alluring Russian accented voice spoke.

"Miss me, brother?"