{Victoria's P.O.V.} 

I didn't completely go under. I remember seeing, hearing and witnessing screams. Men shouted, women cried, and I could have sworn I'd just been stabbed. Was this all some lie, the true power of that book? I'm unable to talk. I'm unable to move. Through clouds of smoke, I see someone else moving. 

I call out his name. 

"Sebastian! What are you doing?" I hold out my hand. I can move it again! How is this happening? 

"Victoria! Get back!" He's smiling. He's actually...no. That's impossible. This all is..."Stand up!" Another voice calls out to me. "Run!" 

"Listen to him, Victoria! Come on, take my hand." 

It's Ciel. I have no idea how we broke free, how we got away from them. I agree, and he pulls me away with him. Behind us, I see fire, and the burning, simmering ashes of the altar which was almost my sepulchre. We run. It feels so good to do it again, and finally, finally, I'm doing it with my brother. 

I hope he believes me now. 

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{Sebastian's P.O.V.}

Humans are interesting, I'll give them that, but they're also extremely foolish. Their power fell, their magic failed them, their stupid spell broke the moment the first rays of sunlight penetrated the tinted glass hanging ungraciously overhead. It was easy after that, to overtake them. 

For all our history together, for all his defences, the exorcist who was once my only worthy adversary gave up a significant, damning portion of his worth when he decided to use my own weapon against me. Though I hate to admit it worked, even briefly, it was never anyone else's to hold. It wasn't far from being mine, either. 

There are some elements of my own world that are above even me. 

I'm hardly the Devil. 

I killed both priests easily, and as for the screams heard by my master and his sister- well, those were parlour tricks, and were all fake. Victoria probably knew that all too well herself, being accustomed to imaginary bawls. They'd left the cathedral abandoned. All their lessers, all the faithful women departed, so their diabolical exorcism could come to fruition. 

I turn, the ruin of the Abbey ensured. The fire could be written off to any number of accidents. It wouldn't be the first time a church burnt to the ground in London. It takes me little effort to catch up to them; I'm at their side in a matter of minutes, but even so, there's room for me to think over what happened before I reach them. 

I meant what I said. I have little explanation for what happened between Victoria and I, why their powers worked on us in the way they did, and how it was different for her brother. My master is far from innocent, and she's just the same. His mind, his recollection of her, if they were correct, was manipulatable solely because of something he possessed yet she did not. 

Or, maybe...she was correct in what was largely taken as a jest. Could they not have affected her because of that? Because of what she is? How she suffered from some disease of the mind, or, better yet...Could she perhaps not be insane at all? Could that have changed? If so, why? How? 

What is wrong with her? She's far from normal. Yet, as I mentioned before...

There are some elements of my own world that are above even me. 

I see them, where they ended up, and I come to a stop. 

"You two made it far." My smile, for once, feels sincere. 

"Sebastian." One steps forward. It's not the person I expected, either. Light filters down through the low hanging foliage above us. The wind in the trees causes a rustling sound as it mixes with the far off scent of smoke in the distance. We hear shouts, then the sound of commotion. News of the fire must have reached the authorities. "Thank you." She smiles, and I can tell hers is sincere, too. 

"Victoria." A hand grabs hers. "Come back home." 

"Ciel!" She turns around, and tears fleck her face. She's startled, surprised, and happy. Still, something seems off, strange, like her troubles aren't quite over yet. "You remember me?" 

He shakes his head. "No." Her joy all but evaporates. Still, even though its rare, an anomaly for him, he smiles, too. "I don't. Not in the slightest, but..." 

She lets his hand fall, before turning to face me once more. "What?" She looks back and forth. Her eyes drift from mine back to her brothers repeatedly. 

"We both believe you now." 

It's one of the only times I've spoken for my master.