{Victoria's P.O.V}

The light of the moon shines down, brighter and bolder than before. I don't know what to expect tonight, but I've learned a great deal more about consorting with the Devil than I ever thought I would. All this is real.

We wait, patiently, and silence is all we hear.

"Are you sure he's coming?"

"Yes. I'm sure." Father Hopkins replies. "Just be patient."

I want to groan, but I hold back. It's going to be a long night. He's right. Patience is a virtue. It seems like an eternity has passed, before finally, at long last, Father Gaufridi comes striding back into the cathedral, rubbing his hands together. He looks almost greedy, villainous at that. I hold back a laugh this time. "Get ready. Victoria." He turns to me. "Your brother is with him. It worked."

My smile is far from forced this time.

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{Sebastian's P.O.V.}

Though I had nothing to do with it, as I mentioned before, something happened today which caught my master's attention. All over the city, reports sprung up, speaking of unexpected illnesses, fires, and wrecked vessels in the harbour and along the Thames. Eventually, I was able to find a reason to draw my master back to the very place to which his sister wanted me to return. I'm uncertain what danger she's in, but I know something was off about her correspondence. Whatever she wrote, it wasn't her choice alone to contact me.

I didn't present the note to my master. He was too caught up in addressing the series of unfortunate events plaguing the city. He had to deal with the Yard, with all sorts of speculation and tribulations from men in his circle, and eventually, everything culminated with us heading back to the Abbey, only one of us knowing Victoria Phantomhive is there, in self-declared peril. I'm not entirely sure what's happening, or who exactly is threatening her, but I have pretty good idea.

In hunting evil, in dealing with demons, self-righteous humans always fall victim to temptation and greed. If anyone is causing the calamities around town, and if anyone is inflicting harm upon a woman last in contact with me, I suspect it is the very man who once so proudly expelled creatures like myself from their hold on little girls and boys like Ciel and Victoria Phantomhive.

Though, in my case, both of them came to me willingly. Now, the latter wants, no, begs for my help. I'll happily oblige. It'll solve more than one issue. Though, the complications of convincing my master of her honesty is still troublesome, especially since I cannot lie outright to him.

"Sebastian." He addresses me, turning his face upwards as we walk, inquiring once more as to who I think is causing all the upset in London. "Do you think that girl had anything to do with this?"

"Do you mean Victoria, my Lord?"

He nods. "If that is her real name. She disappeared, and right after that, all this started. You're a...demon...you have to know a thing or two about witches, right?"

"I don't suspect she's the culprit. In fact, in taking her away from the manor, I actually found her to be quite honest. Are you certain she's lying?"

He pauses for a moment, before stalking forward wordlessly. I follow behind him briefly before advancing, opening the stately doors for him to enter into to the main chapel of the chapel in which, a month ago, I left his sister. The light of a full moon shines down upon us, through the array of colours from the rose windows above. For what it's worth, my master was partially correct in his assumption.

The woman he accused is the very reason we're here, though she's hardly responsible for all the trouble someone else has caused in such a short span of time.

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{Victoria's P.O.V.}

I wait, perched, hoping for a miracle, that in doing this, in bringing him here, they'll help Ciel remember me, and as I stand beside father Hopkins, I remind myself to stay calm. I inhale, focusing on the scent of the incense, the smell of sage and oil, used in the rituals I've only recently learned about. I hear the far off chiming of bells, signaling the late hour, and can feel the cold, stone floor under my bare feet. This is a sacred place, so I've been told. I can still taste the wine from my last communion, and as I look up, I see him. I see Ciel, and I see Sebastian.

Only one of their expressions is indicative of shock.

"What is she doing here? I knew she had something to do with this!" I suspected as much. I knew he wouldn't believe me, but that's why they're here, after all. They told me there's a reason Ciel can't remember who I am, and I think it has something to do with him. That demon is why he's like this, why he can't recognise the truth, his own family. He never had any intention of helping me. He just wanted to use me, to trick me, and to throw me away. I look to my left, and I see father Hopkins smile. His superior steps forward.

"Sebastian Michaelis." He almost beams. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yes, I'd say so." His gesture is mirrored. "You've aged terribly."

"Wait." Ciel breaks in. I want so badly for him to understand, and I'll get my wish soon. "You know each other?"

"Yes." Sebastian smiles. He looks at me, briefly, before completely ignoring my presence. I can't tell if he knew all along that I was lying. I hope so. I hope it hurts him to get a taste of his own medicine. "Father Gaufridi." He's being coy. He mockingly bows, as Ciel seems somewhat lost. I don't blame him. Even I'm confused by his remark. "What a wonderful night for an exorcism.*"

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{{A Footnote/Brief Author's Note:
*~ A line (slightly edited) from my FAVOURITE (no surprise there) movie, The Exorcist, for which this chapter is named.

I hope, no, I pray, this all makes sense! I've been writing it pretty quickly.
Thanks for reading, guys!
Much love,
~ Britt}}