Despite all the arguments you may have had with your butler, your interference in the fight between Ash and Sebastian enraged the latter like never before. According to him, you broke the contract by risking your life to help him. He reminded you that the deal was based on you using him until he received his due. To prove his point, he declared that you could die and your soul could be consumed! But Sebastian didn't mean it. It had simply driven him mad that you were putting yourself in danger once again. Especially for him. Despite the violence of these words and the apparent rejection of the demon, you resisted the urge to send Sebastian away. You couldn't defeat the angel alone after all.

London was in flames. The sight was devastating, reminding you of the tragedy that had struck your family. But then, your hatred was stronger than your terror in that moment.

On Tower Bridge, you and Sebastian confronted the Angela Blanc|Ash Landers fusion, which you now know was the responsible for your misfortunes. In order to destroy the fallen angel, Sebastian reverted to his true demonic form. After Ash's death, you dropped into the river as if to escape what awaited you now that the contract was fulfilled. In the days that followed, a 'fake' Queen Victoria was chosen to rule London. Everything had been planned, it seem...

You woke up on a small boat with Sebastian, where you watched the film of your short, yet intense, life unfold. You landed in a ruined mansion. Sebastian was about to devour your soul. When he warned you it might be painful and promised to be gentle, your final order to him was to make the process as painful as possible to prove you had lived. Sebastian agreed and smiled at you tenderly. Three years ago, you made a Faustian pact with demon. He granted your wishes, and you got your revenge thanks to him. You had gradually regained your zest for life through various adventures. Unfortunately, everything was soon to end. Sebastian had done his work, and as the pact foresaw, your soul was the reward he was about to claim. But you were at peace. 'Rest' awaited you. Forever. Finally, you were going to be free. You closed your eyes, waiting for the end...

However, something didn't go as planned. Your soul... was gone. In the sky, a spider sat on a crow's head. Sebastian exploded in a rage that ravaged the rest of the surrounding ruins. His feast had been stolen. He looked at your slumped body, emptied of its soul. In the days that followed, he took great care of you. Dressing you. Doing your hair. Washing you. He even spoke to you. He got a glimpse of his existence without you. He felt empty. But wasn't he used to it?

During a particularly violent storm, a hooded man arrived at Trancy Manor and requested refuge. In the basement, he became interested in a special tin of black tea, said to promote aromatherapy from the darkness. This man is Sebastian, hiding your lifeless body in his suitcase. Sebastian escaped with the tin of tea, which turned out to contain a very special item belonging to you. Sebastian returned it to you and told you it's time to wake up. 'Wake up, your Grace.' Sebastian murmured, stroking your cheeks with both hands. 'Open your pretty eyes for me...' Imagining Claude Faustus laying his filthy spider legs on you made Sebastian mad with rage and disgusted to the highest degree. You are his. 'You are safe, My Lord...' He allowed himself to hug you, fearing that you would be torn away from him again.

He already knew how to answer your future questions. What were they doing outside? Just a short trip to recover from the chaos that had reigned in London a few days earlier. His damaged uniform? Just a boar attack. The large, strangely empty suitcase? Well...