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"Lizzy!"

The Master's voice rang out loud and true, but it was terrified.

It had been quite some time since the demon had heard such dread emitting from the boy, much less seen him reach so desperately for someone other than himself. If only he could just— curse these Reapers and their contraptions.

The walking dead were closing in on them both; Ceil was injured and Elizabeth was falling. The demon could hear the girl starting to cry, confessing her last apologizes to her young fiancé.

He was close…he could sweep them away from all of those hungry rotting mouths in a flash, but no, he just couldn't get past all the motors roaring at him!

Within a matter of seconds the little Lady Middleford would be history, ripped to shreds and devoured alive. That was what he assumed. He waited for Ciel to shout again as he would be forced to watch it happen.

Though, what the demon was not expecting were the blades. Two swords, sharp and trimmed with shimmering gold, worthy of only a real warrior's touch, were pulled from the ruffles of white lace. This made his own eyes widened in brief surprise as soon as she pierced the gnashing skull currently hovering inches above Ciel's head. Blood rained down her innocent skin and the demon noticed that she didn't seem to mind it that much. For she was too focused on her kill.

Well...all be damned.