Narrator's POV

Nearly two years passed and it was now early October of 1888.

Things in the Music Hall had continued to run smoothly with the parties and cult meetings insuring the Star Lords had plenty of blood with enough left over to experiment with.

Sitting at the breakfast table reading a newspaper, Astre noticed that the new killer —formerly known as the 'Leather Apron' but had just named themself 'Jack the Ripper'— had killed two prostitutes a few days ago on September 30th.

Normally, no one in the room would care about the deaths of a few street whores but since their murders had been so graphic people were not venturing out of their homes unless they had to.

Which meant hardly anyone was attending the parties.

As a result they had to start using up their storage of blood instead of having plenty of fresh.

So, it was in their best interests to point Scotland Yard —or the Midfords who had taken over the role of Watch Dog after the Phantomhive line was wiped out— towards the serial killer once they found out who they were.

***

As the Yard's go-to mortician, Undertaker knew all of the victims were missing their wombs and had been killed by someone with medical knowledge.

But besides that, he had no ideas, but a feeling in his gut told him it was weird that the victims' cinematic records had been cut right where their main wounds were —could a reaper be involved?

While he had abandoned the life of a grim reaper when he had fallen in love with Claudia, Undertaker still had a few contacts left there.

For a moment he considered writing to Othello —his oldest friend from back in the day— but decided against it; when he had left and half-destroyed headquarters on his way out, the green haired reaper made it clear he was no longer his friend and he never wanted to hear from him again.

No, instead he wrote to a girl in personnel who had always been sweet on him and asked if there were any rumors of a reaper killing women.

***

Marquess Alexis Leon Midford was exhausted.

Ever since his wife's brother and his family died three years ago, the responsibilities of Watch Dog had fallen on his shoulders.

Unlike the Phantomhives' who were naturally calculating and cold and thus able to navigate and rule the Underworld with ease, the blond man was a gentle soul regardless of his position as the Head of the Order of the Garter.

Because of this, he was never grateful to have his wife at his side to help him do his duties and train Edward to take over the role when the time came.

But for today, he was the Watch Dog and the Queen had instructed him to investigate the Whitechapel Murders.

Heading into London with his wife and daughter —Edward away at Weston— the adults left their daughter and her nursemaid with the rest of the servants at the townhouse before continuing on alone.

Going into the shadier part of town, they stopped in front of Undertaker's Funeral Parlor.

Walking into the shop, the bell chiming as they entered.

"Welcome, I thought I'd be seeing you two before long." A disembodied voice greeted, "It's so lovely to see you."

They turned to see the lid of a coffin open, revealing the mortician, "Do I finally have the pleasure to fit either of you in one of my coffins today?"

"No, that isn't why we're here." Frances monotonely replied, "We are here regarding the-"

"No need to say! I'm already aware; very well aware." Undertaker interrupted, "One of my recent customers was a bit unusual shall we say. I certainly helped though, I made her look beautiful again."

"I-We would like the details, please." The marchioness prompted

"Of course, my lady, for my usual fee." The white-haired man replied

Frances sighed and looked to her husband since she had no sense of humor and could not provide the laughter the mortician wanted.

"Uhhh. Why were they called the 'dark ages?'" Alexis Leon asked

Undertaker tilted his head to the side, "Why?"

"Because there were a lot of knights." The other man joked

The mortician burst out in laugher, the building practically shaking with it.

After a bit, Undergaker served them both tea in beakers and sucked on the tea bags, "You see, I often get customers that are incomplete."

"Incomplete?" Alexis Leon asked

"Yes, their uterus is missing. Which is quite odd. A killer makes a big mess of the body but that particular part is perfectly excised.

"The killer did that on a road that was public but not high traffic, wouldn't an amateur have a difficult time carrying out such a complicated procedure quickly enough?" Frances pointed out

Undertaker turned to face her with a slight smile, "Very clever of you, madam, that is exactly what I was thinking. You see, first he slits their throats with a sharp weapon, then he rips into them and takes that precious womanly part. There will be more slain, I'm certain. Sadistic killers like this don't stop until someone makes them. Will you sniff him out like a good dog?"

"I am bound by my and my family's honor and our oath to the Queen." Alexis Leon replied, leaving with Frances now that they had information

***

Undertaker watched as his daughter and her husband left his shop, waiting until he heard their carriage drive off before walking into the middle of the room.

Opening the coffins the two nobles had used as a seats, he freed his grandsons.

He had known the Midfords would be coming to see him today but he had not known when.

And if he was away from the Music Hall for more than three hours, he always brought the twins with him in case they needed an emergency blood transfusion.

"So it is true, they are the Watch Dog now." Ciel pouted as he got out of his coffin, upset to have the role meant for him in another's hands

Astre held his hand comfortingly, "From the sound of it Aunt Frances is doing all the work while Uncle Alexis Leon gets all the credit form the Queen. I am certain you would have made a better Watch Dog."

The older twin continued to pout but stopped his whining, comforted a bit by that.

Undertaker hid a smirk by biting on a dog biscuit, it was so funny to know what he did.

At first glance, everyone —even Ciel himself— assumed that Ciel was the twin in control; but if you paid enough attention, it was clear Astre was pulling the strings and making sure people thought it that way so no one noticed it was he in charge...