A/N: Honey! I'm home! I'm sorry if hiatus was horrible to you and Ouran couldn't hold you over. I guess if I wanted to make it easier for your hangover, I should've made it more Kyoya centric…Anyway! I'm sure you don't want to listen to me blabber on in the author's note, I'm sure you missed the shenanigans of the Michaelis family. I'll BS with you guys in the end, ok? So, go ahead and get to reading…I love you. Making it weird, Lumi. Sorry, Lumi…

"Is this all, sir?" Sebastian asked, loading the trunk onto the coach.

"Yes," Ciel nodded, "That's the last of it. We'll be back in two weeks. Please keep the house standing."

"It'd be my pleasure, my lord," he bowed to his master.

"Be careful," I wrapped my arms around the new Lady of the manor.

"We will be," Lizzie promised, "Honestly, Lumi, dear, you worry about us too much."

"Trust me," I chuckled to myself, "I don't worry about you two enough. And, uh…I'm sorry about the other night…"

"Oh," Elizabeth turned a bright shade of red, remembering her screams of ecstasy being my last cause for alarm. And Sebastian and I running into Ciel's bedroom, "Let's just pretend it never happened."

"Yes," Ciel, too, hid his face. I bet I knew what he was thinking about…And it wasn't the sex with his wife…It was more than likely the words my husband said to him, "Well, we're off."

Sebastian helped his master into the coach, then Lizzie shortly after, "You will both be missed."

"Good bye, everyone!" Lizzie chimed, waving out the window.

"Mommy," Marcelina asked, pulling at my dress, "Where are Uncle Ciel and Aunt Lizzie going?"

"To the countryside for their honeymoon," I told.

"What's a honeymoon?"

"Well, my dear," Sebastian picked her up and sat her on his hip, "After two people get married, they go on holiday together. Just the two of them."

"Why?" she wondered.

"I don't really know," he thought it over, "Now, Marcelina, how do you feel about taking a trip?"

"A trip?" Marcelina squeaked, "Really?"

"Really?" I gave my husband a look, "Where, Sebastian?"

"Marcelina," Sebastian put our beautiful little cambion down, "I need you to go inside, alright? I need to speak with your mother."

"Ok, Daddy," Marcelina skipped off inside.

"Sebastian," I studied his face closely. There was something not right here. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was in some sort of pain, "What's going on?"

"Lumi," Sebastian sat me down, "Last night, after you went back to sleep, I was summoned."

"Someone in the area tried summoning a demon," I assumed, "And they got you?"

"I wish," he winced, "I was summoned to Hell."

"Oh?" my stomach dropped to my feet.

"Lumi," Sebastian took my hands, "Lucifer knows about Marcelina. I'm to bring her to Hell as soon as possible. There is no way out of it. My hands are tied."

"So, we have to give our daughter over to the Prince of Darkness…" I shook, "Wonderful. A trip to the market for milk."

"Are you ready for your first trip to Hell, darling?" Sebastian asked, cradling me against his ribs.

"I don't know," I let out a heavy sigh, "I really don't. Are you sure we should be doing this?"

"Everything will be just fine," he assured, "She's grown a little more since her birth. I mean, she's almost a year old, Lumi. I'm honestly surprised we kept her under wraps this long. It's time."

"Alright," I allowed, "It's not like we have much of a say in this. I have a feeling that Lucifer wouldn't let us get very far."

"No, he wouldn't," Sebastian agreed, "We should probably leave immediately. I want to be back here before the young lord comes home."

"Sebastian," I pointed out, "We have all the time in the world. Ciel and Lizzie won't be home for two weeks. What's the rush?"

"An hour in Hell is the same as two weeks on Earth," he explained, "We need to get down there and come back."

"Ok," I nodded, "When should we leave? And how do we even get there?"

"There's a doorway under the manor," Sebastian pulled me onto my feet, "Grab Marcelina and we'll get going."

"Hold on," I thought it over, "There's a doorway to Hell under the manor?"

"Yes."

"Is that how you get back and forth?" I wondered, "When you get me my wine?"

"Yes," Sebastian wrapped his arms around my waist, "We're wasting time, my love. I'll answer any and all questions when we come back. I promise you."

"Ok," I ran off to find our little girl. And surprise, surprise, Marcelina was hiding in the library, a big, thick, dusty book in her lap, "Marcelina?"

"Yes, Mommy?" she didn't even look up. Whatever she was reading must have been something good.

"It's time to go," I took her hand, "We're going on a trip."

"We're going on a honeymoon, too?" Marcelina's eyes lit up.

"No, child," I giggled at her innocence, "We're going on holiday."

"What's the difference?"

"We didn't get married," I clarified, "That's the only time we can call it a honeymoon. And I'm sorry, my dear, but you and I could never go on a honeymoon."

"Why not?"

"Because that means I wouldn't be married to your father anymore," I said, "And I don't want that."

"I don't either," Marcelina wrapped herself around my arm.

"Are you ready?" I asked, "It's rather hot where we're going. You probably haven't felt temperatures like this since you were in utero."

"I'm ready!" she beamed at me. My little girl. My perfect little angel…demon…cambion…what have you.

I wasn't sure how prepared I was for this whole trip to Hell idea. Something about it didn't sit right with me. Maybe it was the upbringing with the demon hunting mother, who would happen to befriend one, ironically enough. And said demon friend of hers would end up marrying her daughter, but that's here nor there. Maybe it was the fact that, despite my immortality, I was honestly about to go to Hell. The thought made me queasy, but Sebastian's explanation of it settled my stomach.

As soon as the door opened, I felt absolutely no temperature change like I thought I would. The Undertaker had told me when I was pregnant with Marcelina that Hell burned very hot and that's why I'd run really high fevers, but this was actually quite nice. A dark staircase led us down into what looked like a dungeon. Only with deep red brick for the walls instead of stone.

"Keep your hands off the walls, Lumi," Sebastian warned me.

"Why…?" I got nervous.

"That's brimstone," he explained, "More commonly known in the human world as sulfur."

"But sulfur's yellow," I pointed out, "This is dark red."

"Sulfur and brimstone are two different things," Sebastian went on, "Sulfur, yes, is yellow in the human world, but when it comes into contact with the blood of a demon, it turns into brimstone. It's beautiful, but its manufacturing is rather barbaric. Even for Hell's standards."

"Are we in Hell?" Marcelina looked up at her father.

"Yes, my sweet," Sebastian held onto her hand, "Remember how you said you wanted to meet with Lucifer?"

"Yes."

"Well," Sebastian gave her a little smile, "You're such a special little girl that Lucifer has asked to meet you."

"I told you!" she chirped, "All he needed was a friend."

The three of us came upon a river of the most crystal clear water I had ever seen in my life and what appeared to be a man in a boat. I didn't expect him to be in bright white. Then again, I had only met two reapers in my lifetime and they both looked completely different from each other. Sebastian gave Marcelina's hand to me and approached the boat.

"Hello, Sebastian," the man's raspy voice spoke.

"Hello, Charon," Sebastian smiled, "It's nice to see you again, old friend."

"What brings you down here?" he asked, "Business or pleasure?"

"This is a business trip," Sebastian brought Marcelina and me over, "With the Dark Lord."

"Lucky you," the ferryman shivered, "Who do we have here?"

"My wife and daughter," Sebastian helped me onto the boat, "Lumi, this is Charon. He's the ferryman for the river Styx. We're about to go into Hell now."

"Pleasure," Charon greeted me, "I've never seen you around before. And you don't smell like a demon."

"She was human," Sebastian clarified, "I turned her immortal."

"But she's not a demon, Sebastian."

"I know."

"And this is your daughter?" Charon looked Marcelina over, "Aren't you a beauty?"

My poor little girl. She had to get her mother's social skills. Instantly, Marcelina turned shy, hiding behind my leg. I put my arm around her, "It's alright, baby."

"Shall we embark on our journey?" Charon suggested.

"Yes," Sebastian allowed, "Please."

"Alright then," Charon got to what looked like a pinhole at the end of the river and began his chant, "Praeterea iacet aeterna requies porta damnatorum et principem tenebrarum. Laudate eum. (Beyond this gate lies the eternal resting place of the damned and the Prince of Darkness. Praise him.)"

The pinhole multiplied in size. Big enough for us to pass through. Never will I understand the way things work down here. On our entire boat ride down the river Styx, I looked on in complete awe. Sebastian was right. Hell had an undeserved bad reputation. This place was gorgeous! The way the lava flows reflected off the shimmering brimstone. The glowing lake of fire. Beautiful…Absolutely beautiful. And I still wasn't getting any of the heat I was expecting. It was almost kind of disappointed. I half expected to be sweating buckets by now. Thanks for getting my hopes up, Undertaker.

"Thank you, Charon," Sebastian helped Marcelina and me off the boat, "I know how unpleasant it is for you to travel all this way to the throne room."

"Anything for a friend," the ferryman bowed, "Ring for me when you need me again."

"I will."

And just like that, Charon had left us on Lucifer's front doorstep. I couldn't stop shaking. I mean, I was about to meet the devil himself. I was already in Hell! And I was about to watch as my husband turned into a sniveling coward at the hands of the Prince of Darkness. I could see it all over his face. Sebastian was scared. And I didn't like that. I didn't like seeing my rock in a state of pure terror. It only made things worse. Sebastian knocked on the gigantic wooden door in front of us.

"Come in," a velvety, ethereal voice beckoned us, sending chills throughout my body.

"Lumi," Sebastian looked over at me, "Are you doing alright?"

"Are you?" I retaliated.

"I'm not sure," he pushed the door open to reveal a man sitting atop a beautiful throne, one foot on the floor, the other leg thrown over the arm of the chair. Dear God…The scenery wasn't the only gorgeous thing in Hell.

"Hello, Sebastian," Beautiful greeted us.

Sebastian dropped down to his knees, "My king."

"Get up, get up," he insisted, "Honestly, you make me out to be such a tyrant."

That's Lucifer? Definitely different than what the Bible makes him out to be. Between his face, his eyes, and his very nicely sculpted body, my heart didn't know what to do; if it should come to a complete stop or race completely out of control.

"I've done as you asked, sir," Sebastian bowed.

"I see that," Lucifer glanced me over, "Hello, beautiful. What's your name?"

"Lumi…" I couldn't help but stare into his eyes. In the same breath, I quickly looked away, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" he asked, taking my face into his hands, "For staring? Oh, my dear child. I'm not surprised. I was the most beautiful of all God's angels. Go ahead and stare all you wish. Is this your wife, Sebastian?"

"Yes, sir," Sebastian averted his eyes.

"And you got to procreate with this beautiful creature," Lucifer ran his thumb over my cheek, "The immortal human I've heard so much about."

Immediately, the blood rushed to my face, almost setting it on fire. I could hardly speak, "Yes. That's me."

"Such a shame I didn't get a hold of you first," he smirked, "You would have made a nice succubus. Even if for my own personal harem. Now, where is the product of yours and Sebastian's night of passion?"

"Go ahead, Marcelina," Sebastian nudged her, "It's alright."

"Shy one, is she?" Lucifer asked.

"A little," I shrugged, still completely frozen where I stood.

"Hello, little one," Lucifer got down to her level, "What's your name?"

"Marcelina," her soft, little voice echoed through the room.

"Marcelina," he smiled, "My name is Lucifer. It's a pleasure to meet you. Has she fed yet?"

"Fed?" I wondered.

"Souls, darling," Sebastian clarified, "No, sir. She hasn't."

"Has she killed?" Lucifer eyed my baby up like a piece of candy.

"One," Sebastian told.

"Human?"

"Demon."

"Demon, huh?" he sat back down on his throne, "Come here, Marcelina. Come sit with your new friend."

With no fear in her eyes, Marcelina climbed up onto Lucifer's lap and he put an arm around her. I know Sebastian said that Lucifer was one to be afraid of, but Marcelina knew she could probably take him in a fight, "What is it, Lucifer?"

"Which one of my demons did you kill?" he asked her.

"Claude Faustus," she told, almost a little proud of her conquest.

"Claude Faustus," Lucifer thought over, "I never really cared for him. Kind of a suck-up. He thought we were close."

"Were you?" Marcelina wondered.

"No," he shook his head, "He was rather annoying. No hard feelings. Now, you're a cambion, aren't you, my child?"

"Yes," Marcelina nodded.

"Sebastian," Lucifer turned his attention toward my husband, "How powerful is she?"

"Very, sir," Sebastian said, his voice shaking.

"Then, I guess it's a good thing you're in my back pocket, isn't it?" he bounced my daughter on his lap, "You are too cute. Did you know that?"

A huge smile stretched across Marcelina's face, "Thank you, Lucifer."

"If it's all the same to you, sir," Sebastian broke them up, "We need to be getting back to Earth."

"What's the rush, Sebastian?" Lucifer wondered, "What are you in such a hurry for?"

"I need to be getting back to Ciel Phantomhive," he pointed out, "He should be coming home any time now."

"I understand," Lucifer nodded, "Go on. Go back to your master."

"Thank you, sir," Sebastian bowed to him, "Come now, Marcelina. It's time to go home."

My sweet, little girl threw her arms around her new friend's neck. And Lucifer couldn't have been more confused, "Sebastian…What is she doing?"

"It's a hug, sir," he explained, "She's showing you affection."

"Thank you, sweetling," Lucifer hugged her back, putting her back onto the floor, "Go on. Make me proud."

"Ok," Marcelina bounced back over to me and took my hand.

"Sebastian," Lucifer threw his other leg over the arm of his throne, "I want to knight her."

"Knight her?" Sebastian gasped, "But she's still so young, sir."

"Not now," he clarified, "I want you to come back here in fifty years. With her. I will knight her then. Now, go."

"Yes, sir," Sebastian took my hand and led us out of Lucifer's throne room, "Lumi, how are you?"

"Surprisingly ok," I thought it over, "You?"

"I've been better," he shook it off, "But I'll be fine once we get home."

Sebastian ran the bell for Charon to come back and bring us to the gate that would take us back to Phantomhive Manor. Definitely an adventure. That's for sure. As soon as we got back to the top of the steps, Marcelina made a beeline for the library again. I couldn't blame her. After what we had just gone through, despite the fact that Lucifer was oddly pleasant to deal with, I'd want to find a safe, comfortable place again, too. And I did. In the form of our old bedroom.

"Sebastian," I laid my head on his chest, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, my love," he cradled me, stroking my hair, "I told you I would once we came back. Ask away."

"When Lucifer said he wanted to knight Marcelina," I wondered, "What did he mean, knight her?"

"He wants to make her a part of his guard," Sebastian explained, "Lucifer wants to make Marcelina a Knight of Hell. Knights of Hell are much more powerful than your average demon. Savages, really. I've met one or two before. I wouldn't consider myself a fan."

"What do they do?" I asked.

"Aside from being Lucifer's guard," Sebastian went on, "They also mingle amongst the humans. They don't collect souls. They corrupt them. And once their target's soul is corrupted, it's immediately condemned to Hell and tortured for all eternity. Don't get me wrong. I love a good torturing, but I wouldn't ever want to be on the receiving end of a Knight of Hell."

I could see the terror in Sebastian's eyes. He didn't want our baby to get knighted either. The thought of her torturing souls in Hell broke my heart. Marcelina was such a good little girl. She wouldn't hurt a fly unless it was absolutely necessary. Our trip to Hell took a lot more out of her father than what he was letting on.

"And there's no way out of it…?"

"Unfortunately, no."

"Sebastian!" a voice called from downstairs, "We're home!"

"And my work is never done," he got out of bed. But I grabbed a hold of him by the coattails, "What is it, darling?"

"After you're done tending to Ciel," I demanded, "You're coming back here. And the two of us are going to get some sleep, ok?"

"I don't sleep, Ms. Olivier," he reminded, "You know that."

"You need to," I insisted, "I'm going to go tuck the baby in."

"Alright, my love," Sebastian gave me a kiss, "I'm going to carry in the young lord's luggage."

"Promise me, Sebastian," I growled, "Promise you'll come back and get some sleep."

"I promise," my beautiful demon husband turned on his heel and went to take care of Ciel.

I wish he would occasionally take care of himself for a change…

A/N: Welcome back, kids! So, we've been to Hell and back, literally, together. And Marcelina made a new friend in Lucifer, of all people. Just a quick FYI, this is only the beginning. Just wait for all the shenanigans I have planned for this beautiful volume. I'll see you next chapter.

And by the way…I really and truly missed you guys. The Kuroshitsuji family that started it all. xx