Her Majesty had once again put another difficult mission on the young Earl's shoulders. And the boy was once again planning to seek out for help from the mysterious Undertaker. The "old man" would always give him trouble being direct with his information. More often than not, he needed something from the young Lord in return. And since Sebastian had been the only one so far able to give him what he wanted, Ciel decided to send him on his behalf, on his own. Which was odd, but the demon never questioned him. He could never say no to getting away from the mansion for a while anyway. Outside of it, he had no responsibilities. Away from Ciel's commands, he was just a demon.
He stood still outside Undertaker's establishment for a while, eyes raised to the old sign above the door, a sigh following as he made his way inside. The smell was intense enough to make someone's nose fall off, but at this point and after so many visits, he had grown accustomed to it. He looked around, but Undertaker was nowhere to be found. The coffins available in the room were sealed, and he could only imagine what he would find inside, in case he opened the caskets. Maybe even Undertaker himself, since he was known for his fascination with the death beds.
Sebastian walked further inside the room; he had no other option but actually look for him inside the coffins, as ridiculous as it sounded. The moment he opened the first casket, he immediately regretted it. What he came to face, was not Undertaker, and it was certainly not someone he wanted to see. That crazy redhead Shinigami involved in the Jack Ripper case was laying still, eyes closed, hands folded on his chest. He looked dead, but that was not exactly possible. Sebastian frowned and poked the other man's face with his gloved fingers, "Please tell me you're dead."
