Narrator's POV

Doctor Rian Stoker was a brilliant man, nearly mad with devotion to science.

His inventive ideas and creatively is what made him end up the Head Doctor of Karnstein Hospital.

But, after the death of his wife and near death of his daughter, he gained a new obsession: finding a way to reverse death.

So far, all of his attempts were relatively unsuccessful and his benefactors were getting frustrated.

Though, he was hearing rumors of a new group among the upper class trying to accomplish a similar goal with success.

Rian searched through his patrons for anyone who had heard of this group and he was led to them at a Sphere Music Hall in London.

***

Blavat Sky would never call himself a busy worker, after all he became a fortune teller when anyone else would have gotten a job in some factory or as a servant.

Though, he supposed he was a servant now, a servant of the stars, but that had come with more paperwork than expected.

Because Undertaker focused exclusively on the research and experimentation side of things, it was up to him to handle things like managing the patrons and cult and all the constant parties for the public.

It was nice that Lord Sirius the Younger handled his own company, but Blavat still had a heavy plate.

Deciding to take a break, the lavender haired man walked out of the office and towards the ballroom, heading outside for some fresh air.

As he opened the door to slip out for a metaphorical smoke break, he saw a man just about to knock.

"Can I help you, sir?" Blavat asked, surprised to see someone here so early in the day

"Hello, I was hoping to talk to someone in charge." The stranger awkwardly asked

"I am he." The fortune teller replied

"Oh, an acquaintance of mine told me about the uh youth treatment offered here." The other male said

"The meetings are held on Sundays and there is a five thousand pound fee up front." Blavat replied, his blue eyes narrowed

The stranger shook his head, "I was not looking for the treatment myself, I was hoping to learn from you. I have been searching for a cure to death for a few years now and I believe finding out how to restore youth could lead me down my path."

"I see."

"Oh, where are my manners, I'm Dr. Rian Stoker." The stranger introduced

"Blavat Sky." Blavat replied, sharing his own name, "I would have to discuss it with my business partner but there is potential for you to assist us. Though, this is a valuable formula, you would have to offer something precious to us as an insure policy that you will not just take our secrets and leave."

"I have very little money and no items of value, what I do not spend on my research and living expenses goes to my daughter's health." Rian explained

Blavat considered that, "Well, I still need to discuss it with my partner. Wait here and I will return shortly."

***

With that, Blavat hurried to find Undertaker.

He eventually found the man sitting on a armed ottoman in the Lord Sirius' bedroom.

Both star lords were asleep in their bed, cuddled up to each other as fresh blood was injected into their bodies.

The reaper looked up as Blavat entered the room, silently asking what he wanted as to not wake the twins.

Blavat motioned him to follow him into the hallway so they could talk.

Undertaker began to stand up, but one of the twins sat up, the tubes of his oxygen mask covering part of his face —judging by the glossiness of his right eye Blavat guessed it was Astre—, "What is going on?"

"Starshine~" The other twin whined, trying to pull him back down to continue their cuddle

"There is a man at the door who wishes to 'learn' about how we 'reverse age' so he can reverse death." Blavat replied

"Let him in." Astre ordered, giving his twin his hand, "What did he offer in return for our knowledge?"

"He says he is broke and lived frugally to afford his research and sickly daughter." The fortune teller answered

"That is what he will give us then. We will keep his daughter here as insurance. If she is Sirius or Canopus she can earn her keep by donating to us and if not oh well." Astre replied, laying back down

Ciel's arm immediately wrapped back around him, pulling him tightly against him.

***

Rian just blinked as Blavat told him he had to trade his daughter for science.

"We have the finest medical equipment available, she would not fall ill in our care." Blavat assured, "And she would be here, where you could visit her as much as you would like."

The brunette but his lip, unsure what to choose.

He could continue his research to bring his wife back from death but end up sacrificing his daughter too.

Making the difficult choice for the betterment of science, he agreed.

***

A week later, Doctor Stoker led his daughter into the music hall, immediately being greeted by Blavat Sky.

The lavender haired man pricked her finger and let a drop of blood fall into a cup.

"You are under the protection of Vega." Blavat said to her, putting a silver bracelet on her wrist

He led her to a bedroom that had three stars above the door.

"This will be your bedroom for the foreseeable future." He informed her, opening the door

The bedroom was simple, having a lavish king-sized bed with plain white sheets and a dresser and armoire and a vanity.

Laying in the bed was a Bitter Rabbit with a tiny basket of candy.

"Who is this from?" Rian asked as her daughter picked up the stuffed toy

"From the leaders of this group." Blavat said, leaving the room, "Get settled in, I will be back later to take her to dinner."

Layla sat on her bed as her father began to unpack her luggage...