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CHAPTER 3

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Ciel's words shook them, though the three humans tried not to show it. He had made a number of excellent points that they were unable to argue with.

But that did not mean that they were going to just go along with whatever he said.

He was a demon after all.

For a time it was quiet in the office, with only the muffled sounds of the busy police station filtering in from beyond the door.

The two demons waited, knowing that the humans had just been given a great deal to think about, and so they bided their time until the inevitable response came.

It was Ichabod who was the first to break the silence.

"You, sir," he said stiffly and with considerable reluctance, "are a demon and I have no desire to work with you, listen to your advice, or have any interactions with you or your butler at all. However, necessity dictates that I pay some heed to any information you have to offer, no matter how suspect its source or reliability may be."

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Ciel's eye flashed red at his tone and insult, but he made no comment on it.

"And the others agree?" He replied, eyes scanning the two cops.

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"Officially," said Captain Irving, "I'm under orders to make nice and get along with you. As long as you give me no valid reason to disobey those orders you can count on my cooperation."

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"I don't like it," said Lt. Mills, "and I don't trust you an inch, but I'll give you a chance and if you're really on the level about helping, then I can work with you if I have to."

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"Excellent," said Ciel, "then let us begin by sharing information."

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"By all means," said Ichabod, "you may go first."

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"Now now, Mr. Crane," the boy replied, "I have already given you a token of my good will and shared some rather valuable, and personal, information. I think it's only fair that the next move be yours."

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The distrust in the air was thick and as the two stared stubbornly at each other, the building tension grew suffocating. Something had to give, and it would be neither the boy nor Ichabod.

Finally, it was Abbie that broke the stalemate.

"You said before that you didn't know why the Horseman followed Moloch orders. The reason is Katrina."

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"Wasn't that the name of Mr. Cranes wife? Surely she is dead by now and beyond the reach of anyone." said Ciel.

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"That's how it should be," said Abbie, "not how it is. The witches turned against her and trapped her soul in a spiritual purgatory with a powerful spell. Moloch has promised to give Katrina to the Horseman as payment for his obedience once the world ends."

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"Why," asked the boy Earl, "does he want her so badly?"

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This time it was Ichabod that answered.

"Before Katrina and I married, she had another to whom she was betrothed. He came from an excellent and wealthy family, he was young, handsome, intelligent, and my best friend. He deeply loved Katrina. But she had developed feelings for me and I for her. I never pursued her, nor sought to steal her love for my own. I would have stood aside and done nothing, as was the honorable thing to do. However, Katrina said that though he was a fine man she would not marry one she did not love, especially after falling in love with me.

"It was shortly after that that she broke their engagement. He and I were on a dangerous mission together when I reviled the reason for Katrina's decision. He was enraged. We started fighting and drew the attention of the Hessians. I saw him receive a fatal wound and with the last of his strength, he shouted at me to run and fulfill the mission. I had every reason to believe he died that day and I have long regretted what happened between us. It is only recently that I learned that he and the Horseman were one and the same."

An intense look was on Ichabod's face, his teeth were gritted and his hands clinched tightly into fists.

"Now I just want to kill him myself and free Katrina."

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Ciel leaned back in the chair and negligently waved the matter aside with one had as if the whole matter were of little concern.

"This is good news. You know the Horseman and, to a degree, should be able to anticipate, possibly even manipulate, his actions. If he is killed Moloch will just find a new vessel and make a new Horseman, one with which you are less familiar. Simply free Katrina and Moloch will lose his hold on the Horseman. To keep him from running wild he would likely have to confine him. There are reasons, mostly having to do with the balance of the game, as to why Moloch can't be responsible for killing the Horseman. You two Witnesses, or anyone on your side that supports you could do it, but he and his cannot."

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The three humans perked up to immediate alertness.

"You speak," said Ichabod carefully, "as if you know of a way to kill him."

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"I know of several ways," Ciel said with a smirk, "and in his current weakened condition it should be simple enough to manage that even you could do it."

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"Tell me how!"

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"No."

Came Ciel's curt reply.

"Did I not just finish saying that it's better that he remain as the Horseman? The wiser course of action is to free Katrina and make sure that her soul, goes to heaven, or gets reincarnated, or moves on to wherever else it should have gone to. Frankly, I'm surprised you haven't already done it. The procedure is fairly simple."

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"Hold on," said Abbie.

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"What?" said Ciel

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"Are you saying that you know how to free Katrina Crane?"questioned Abbie.

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"Yes, of course." said Ciel. "It's not hard."

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Ichabod looked like he wanted to explode, but was too much of a British gentleman to do it. (So long as he got some answers at once!)

"You can free her?!" The desperation leaking into his voice made it clear how badly he wanted this, even if it meant working with a demon.

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Ciel smiled like a predator sighting wounded prey.

"Well, now, does this mean that you trust me and would be happy to work with me? That it doesn't bother you that you need a demon's help?"

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"Damn you! Answer me!" Ichabod yelled.

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Abbie grabbed onto Ichabod. For a moment she'd thought he might try to lunge for the boy in an attempt to shake some answers out of him. Since the child was a demon and had a second demon as backup, she was pretty sure that it wouldn't be a smart move.

"Get a hold of yourself Crane."

Still holding on to him she half turned to the boy.

"And you, answer his question."

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"I don't like being told what to do. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but a little while ago weren't you all saying that you didn't need or want my help?"

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Keeping her cool, Abbie replied, "And didn't you just finish convincing us that we did? Prove it. If you can free Katrina from the spiritual limbo where the witches trapped her, and where Moloch holds her prisoner, then do it."

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"Fine," said Ciel. "Let me tell you something important. Any average angel or demon can lay hands on any human soul. If there are powerful spells involved protecting it then, depending on their strength and the strength of the demon, the process can become more difficult. To someone of my, or Moloch's power, even if a coven was working together, the witches spell could be easily defeated. And as demons, handling a human's soul is simple once it is free of any tether."

Ciel smirked at the look of hope on Ichabod's face.

"But you don't want me to do that."

Aaaand it fell. He repressed a chuckle. Ichabod Crane was a fun man to play with.

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Through gritted teeth Ichabod asked, "Why, would I not want you to do that?"

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Still smirking Ciel said, "For a number of reasons, most of which you don't need to know about. I could give you a long explanation but in the end it all boils down to this:

~ (1). I'm a demon. Of course you don't want me to handle an innocent humans soul.

~ (2). I can get to the soul, but I can't guide it to where it belongs. It's been trapped for too long to find its own way. Were I to take it and let it go, the soul would become lost and vulnerable."

Now Ciel did chuckle. Playing yoyo with Crane's feelings really was entertaining. Besides, he deserved it after the way he'd spoken to the demons earlier.

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"So you're saying that you can't help her."

Ichabod made it a statement not a question.

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"I'm saying no such thing, do try to pay more attention when people are talking, Crane, or have you forgotten already that I said it was possible for not only me, but a human like you to save her?"

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xXx

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(Sebastian's P.O.V.)

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Sebastian still had his mini camera conveniently in hand and snapped a few quick pictures of Mr. Crane's face. Rage, and hope, and fear were so clearly painted across the mortal's expression, that the demonic butler had to turn his own face away and cough into his fist to hide his shiny eyes and the laugh trying to escape from between his lips.

He may hate being bound to the boy-demon for eternity, but serving Ciel Phantomhive did have its advantages. He hadn't been bored once since entering his employ and Ciel had a natural talent for toying with people's feelings. The ups and downs of the current emotional rollercoaster were a highly amusing entertainment.

The best part was that the humans were completely ignorant of the ride his master had been taking them on since entering the police captain's office.

Oh his master intended to do everything he had said he would, his little Lord had been honest about that, but it didn't mean he had to do it in a way that the humans would prefer.

This entire meeting had been nothing more than a means to introduce themselves to God's fools and gain a little entertainment by playing with the humans emotions.

That they had managed to get some useful information out of it was an added bonus.

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(End)

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Unaware of the butler's thoughts, the conversation continued on.

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"Then what are you saying." asked an irritated Abbie. She had started to get the feeling that the boy was playing with them.

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"In order to save your wife's soul," said Ciel, "she must be safely freed and delivered to the other-side. I can free her but I cannot deliver her. My kind are not welcome there.

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"So if you can't take her to the other-side then how do we get her there?" asked Abbie.

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"I might not be able to take her," said Ciel, "but there are those who can. You just have to know how to get in touch with them; which apparently you do not know how to do."

He gave them a very superior smirk.

"As it just so happens, not only do I know how to make contact with them, but I am also personally acquainted with a few. We don't get along, but our paths have crossed a few times. I can guarantee that they will listen to me, or at least show up if I insist on having a few words with them."

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"Can these acquaintances of yours break through the spell holding Katrina?" asked Ichabod.

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"I should be very surprised indeed if there was any impediment they could not cut their way through."

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"Then what are we waiting for?" said Abbie, "Let's go."

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She and Crane started to move toward the door, but were halted by Ciel.

"Not just yet. There is one piece of business I want to take care of before I leave."

The little blue-haired Earl reached inside his jacket and pulled out a slim folder. He carelessly tossed it on to Irving's desk where it slid to a stop in front of the silent police captain.

"Your superiors ordered you to obey me, is that not so Captain Frank Irving? Well then, here is my first command:

1). Read through those papers and assemble the appropriate number of heavily armed teams.

2). Send them to those addresses and have them arrest the people listed there. Consider them to be armed and dangerous. Your men should expect resistance so warn them to shoot to kill if they have to.

3). Investigate the locations mentioned in those papers. You should find more than enough evidence to justify this concerted police action.

4). Because of all the recent difficulties, the public is afraid. They need reassurance that their police are not a bunch of useless incompetents, though we all know that they are. So I want you to get started with your public statement to the media. Lie through your teeth and tell everyone how effective good solid police work is at catching the bad guys. Win some brownie points for your officers."

Having finished, Ciel stood and turned to leave.

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Choosing to ignore the insults directed at his police force and instead focus on the well-being of his officers, and the upcoming missions, Irving called out to the demonic boy, "Wait, just what am I sending my officers into? What do you expect them to find?"

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Ciel stopped and turned around.

"I expect you to find villains, pawns, and corpses. Don't disappoint me."

That said, Ciel headed for the door, Ichabod and Abigail following along behind him.

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WOW!

I finished two chapters in one day. Not bad.

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PLEASE REVIEW!

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12:02 PM, 1/5/20014

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*{POST SCRIPT: ~ I want to thank missykim for being my first reviewer for this story and leaving a review for my 3rd chapter. I also want to thank missykim for telling me that Irving's first name is "Frank." I'll be editing that in a little later, but mostly I'll keep on with calling him "Irving" since I didn't know his full name when I was writing this and that was what I used for him. 1/5/2014}*

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