Narrator's POV

Reaper 136649 panted as he stumbled towards Phantomhive Manor.

His vision was blurred as he walked into the garden where he saw the countess sitting and having tea.

Claudia saw him and gasped, running towards him as fast as her heels would let her.

"Adrian!" The blunette gasped, her eyes welling with tears as she hugged him, "What happened?!"

He ran a wounded hand through her long hair, "I came back to you."

"How did this happen?!" She elaborated, starring at his slashed face and opened neck stitches

Undertaker held a hand against his slashed chest, giving a pained laugh, "Boss wasn't happy when I told him I wanted to retire. He laughed me out of the office and fought me when he realized I was being serious."

Her sapphire eyes widened, "You need to rest, I will call for the doctor-"

"No doctors." He interrupted, groaned in pain, "Jus' need a sewing kit."

"A sewing kit! You need stitches, Adrian, he slashed you across the face!" Claudia exclaimed, leading the bleeding man inside

The white haired man grimaced as he noticed his sliced up fingers soaking into her white gloves.

Hours passed as Claudia helped stitch his wounds shut and clean off the blood.

They sat together in the tub, soaking in the red tinted water.

She hugged him, gently laying her head against his stitched chest, "Do not scare me like this again."

"I will not, I promise." He swore

***

Undertaker stared at his grandsons as his focus returned to the present.

Ciel was practically a clone of Vincent —save for the eyes he inheritance from his mother and grandmother— from the way he talked to the way he protected the few he loved.

Which was on show right now as he comforted Astre as they entered the dining hall.

Astre, though, was the male clone of Claudia.

Her calculating personality, her gentle beauty, her hidden mischievousness and her kindness were all present in him.

As he stared at his youngest grandchild, at his sapphire eyes welled with tears, he was reminded of the day he had gone to Claudia battle worn and seen her eyes do the same.

Blavat quickly informed him that Kelvin was unconscious in the Polaris room.

The reaper's eyebrow rose at that, Blavat never referred to the Star Lords by their given names but rather as their appropriate star.

He then noticed the new brunette to enter the room and realized Polaris had been replaced.

A smile grew on his face, he hated that perverted bastard and the way he was about his grandsons.

It would be so much fun to kill him permanently to insure that disgusting man would never be close to his precious grandsons again.

***

Baron Thomas Kelvin groaned as he woke up on the tile floor.

He tried to climb onto his wheelchair but was having trouble with his prosthetic legs since they were unbendable bone china.

With that unsuccessful, he looked around the room for the perfect twins or that traitorous orphan.

He was alone.

Or, at least, he was until he heard the door open to reveal the familiar white haired man.

"Undertaker!" Kelvin exclaimed, "Help me!"

"I think not." The reaper laughed, "I have longed for this moment since I laid eyes upon you for the first time."

"W-What?" The crippled man asked, confused

Undertaker placed his right foot upon Kelvin's back and pressed him down, "You are a disgusting pig unfit to even be in the same building as the twins, much less sleep down the hall from them."

The Baron groaned in pain, though the words hurt so much more than the boot heel digging into his back.

He had spent the past few years trying to be perfect for those wondrous thorn-laden roses and he still was not worthy of them.

Beauty was still out of his reach and he would not even get the honor of being killed for the second time by a Phantomhive.

Radiant Lord Ciel had gotten to kill him the first time, it was only fair for sweet Lord Astre to have a turn.

Thomas moaned as he felt his spine break, the stolen Polaris blood beginning to seep out of him.

His undead body could not fuction without the fresh blood dripping out of him.

So death quickly returned for him.

Without a care, Undertaker tossed his cooking corpse into the hearse carriage and dumped it in Epping Forest to rot and bottled his soul for research use.

***

Astre hummed as he sat in bed with his twin, Ciel's sleeping head resting on his lap.

The awake twin ran his delicate fingers through his brother's navy blue locks.

The younger blunette had realized something as he watched Blavat render Kelvin unconscious earlier that day.

He and Ciel were practically kings to this little cult, their word was law even to the other Star Lords.

Every detail in this whole affair could be traced back to their best interests —aka being returned fully to life.

If they were successfully revived, that would make life so much easier and the worship would continue.

If not, then they would still be worshipped all the same.

Astre knew he was the one truly in charge of everything, Ciel was too obsessed with him to ever want to do anything that might make him upset.

And by playing the part of the queen of the situation, of staying the submissive little brother Ciel loved, his older brother would always be at his beck and call.

As long as Ciel believed he was in charge, his ego was routinely stroked and he had the majority of Astre's attention, he would never see how the dynamic between them truly was.

Kissing Ciel's head, Astre laid beside him and fell asleep.

A very happy queen in the arms in his already asleep king...