Narrator's POV

Blavat and Baron Kelvin's eyes widened as Astre spoke.

"You believe this man is Lord Polaris, Lord Sirius?" Blavat questioned, shocked as he gestured to the other man

"I do." Astre confirmed, "I can sense his radiance."

The wheelchair bound man felt pure ecstasy as he heard those words.

He had finally been noticed, had finally become a man worthy of their notice.

The fortune teller blinked rapidly before he quickly regained his calm, "I see. I will escort Lord Polaris to his room and return swiftly."

Blavat turned to Tom, "Please follow me, Lord Polaris."

***

After showing the Baron to his new bedroom as a Star Lord, Blavat rushed to the collection room.

When he arrived, he found Undertaker, Wolfram and Lord Canopus collecting blood from the unconscious patrons.

"Undertaker." Blavat said, getting the reaper's attention

"Yes?" Said reaper asked, busy filling a vial with blood

"The twins have chosen their Polaris." He informed

That caused the mortician to pause in his actions, "What?! Who?"

"Some Baron they met in the past, Thomas Kelvin." Blavat answered

With that, Undertaker put down what he was doing —knowing the other two in the room would finish up— and followed Blavat back to the ballroom where the twins waited.

"Blavat tells me you have found Polaris." Undertaker said as he approached his grandsons

"We did." Ciel confirmed, lacing his fingers with his twin's

"Why him?" He questioned, curious

Astre replied, "He knew who we were, said he met us before at a party we went to with father. From the way he spoke I could tell he is obsessed with us and I knew we could use that. He can be a bodyguard in a way and a scapegoat if we get caught. Besides, we can just replace him if we find a better Polaris."

Behind his bangs, the reaper's yellow and green eyes gained a wicked sheen, "How lucky am I to have such brilliant grandsons."

The twins smiled at the praise, Astre blushing a bit in embarrassment.

Undertaker picked them up and carried them back to their bedroom, "How are you both feeling?"

"Strong." Ciel replied, Astre nodding in agreement

"That is good to hear." Undertaker replied, setting them in bed

The reaper waited for them to change into their bed clothes, getting their oxygen tanks and masks ready.

He tucked them in and helped them out on their masks, with that he wished them a good night and closed the door.

***

Now that his grandsons were safely asleep, Undertaker returned to the patron room to count the bottles of blood collected.

Each bottle held just a pint, so they took two bottles worth from the Canopus and Sirius patrons and just one from the rest.

He cursed having only two bottles of Sirius blood, that would barely get the twins through the next week.

Blavat really needed to get to advertising the Music Hall, they needed all the Sirius blood they could get.

As he put the blood away in the ice chest, he stayed hidden as the patrons woke up and left.

While he waited, the reaper's thoughts returned to Polaris, this Baron Kelvin.

He went back in his memories and recalled such a man.

Yes he remembered him now, the man had briefly visited with Vincent a few years ago.

If he remembered correctly his son had not even known who the man was but had still politely spoke with him before ditching him again.

Undertaker exhaled sharply, it seemed this Baron was bugging his family even now.

But Astre had been right, it was always useful to have a scapegoat.

As much as he hated the scenario that brought the twins into his care, he had to admit he enjoyed being a grandfather.

He had not been able to be a father, had watched from the sidelines as another man raised his children, and that would always be amongst his biggest regrets.

Perhaps the saying "if you do not raise your children, you will end up raising your grandchildren" had some credence to it, of course he never expected it to be like this.

Going back down memory lane, he remembered the day his life had permanently changed.

That day had been so recent, barely forty-two years ago, the day he had met his beloved Claudia.

The twins resembled her greatly, practically younger male clones of her.

They both had the same sapphire blue eyes and navy blue hair as her, the same porcelain pale skin.

Astre had her intelligence and gentleness, her manipulative charm.

Ciel had her darkness and bloodlust and protective nature —though his was much greater than hers.

Undertaker was aware of Ciel's...blood curiosity.

The fear in Vincent's voice when he had told him about that incident had just solidified his decision not tell them about his relation to them at the time.

Personally, Undertaker did not see what had frightened his son so much about Ciel being seven and examining a corpse and being the one who made the corpse...