The next morning, Ciel’s new, human butler had gotten a carriage ready for him and packed all of his things for the trip. Ciel had spent the night showing Madam what pieces of evidence he’d collected and what he’d made out of it so far. Although, something seemed off about the case. Something supernatural. Ciel felt it too, and perhaps having a demon with him again would make the case a little less dangerous. The young man, alone, was no match for anything that might not be human.
Ciel sat back in the carriage as it made its way over the cobbled path towards London. He glanced over to Madam at his side and smiled slightly. It really was nice to have her back. Even if she wasn’t a human, he still considered her his Aunt. He always would.
“So what do you make of it? They way the children are being killed, it seems odd, doesn’t it? I know you noticed it too. I’m not sure if the killer is actually human." Ciel was silent for a moment before adding on to what he had to say. "Actually, I was wondering if I’d even come home from this case. That was, until you showed up.”
Ｔhe specifics were too calculated, and the arrangements of the bodies too perfect. She had noticed it yesterday; and a coil of the idea had seeded the more of the case he had unveiled to her. There is a breath on her tongue, and it catches behind those cherry painted lips at his admission. He had known, and even still he desired to go up against such odds? Those scarlet eyes narrowed slowly upon her nephew, tongue moistening her lips before she spoke.
"Ｙour father once said, that hunting for a monster means you must become one. To understand them and to predict them, you must yourself become them.“ Her voice drips this out in a low tone, dangerous, and curling along those red lips with a hint of a past she would rather leave forgotten. ”Nothing is human, when it turns to hunting their own. Once a mortal being gains a taste for the flesh of its kin? They loose their humanity. They become something else.“ The woman speaks from personal experience, those scarlet eyes gleaming dangerously through the stray strands of her hair.
"Ｗhat you hunt, my dear, is a creature that has lost its humanity not long ago. These murders are organized, but the vast number of them suggests that the creature is still young. Older, wiser creatures hunt with caution. They know the danger of leaving enough cues to be tracked. This creature is still young, but dangerous.” Her words pause, and she lifted a hand to stroke a hand along her nephew’s cheek.
"Ｙou are no fool, and certainly not reckless. Why would you march off to a mission you knew would kill you?“ Her concern bleeds on her words, and she searches his eyes for answers.