Arabella awoke as the light of day fought its way through the thick curtains. She tenderly rolled over, knowing that Sebastian had left her side hours ago. A deep sigh escaped her lips as they pulled back into a smile. It had been one of the most peaceful nights she had ever experienced, not a single nightmare, not even a single dream.
She rolled again, her feet met with the carpet and she made her way slowly to the wardrobe. Choosing a simple red empire gown with a black sash, she slipped off her nightshirt to change. Combing her fingers through her hair, she deemed herself presentable enough to at least leave the room for breakfast. She secretly hoped that Sebastian hadn't prepared anything yet; it had been too long since she last cooked a meal for herself.
Tiptoeing down the hall she opted to use the back staircase that led directly to the kitchen. Slowly and silently as possible she peered around the wall into the kitchen, in her mind she sighed in relief as there was no trace of S
Once the hysteric laughter of the Undertaker was finally under control, Sebastian began to explain the situation. Arabella tried to focus on drinking the tea in her beaker and not to envision the awful memories that Sebastian was recounting.
"It was then that Andras said Nathaniel and Gabriel were not on the same level of Hell as he was." Sebastian could feel Bella's discomfort.
"Sooo, you are going to comb through all the other levels until you can find them, yesss?" The Undertaker held all of his fingertips together, tapping them against each other repeatedly.
"Exactly, hopefully without drawing his attention." Sebastian purposefully avoided using his name this time.
"Ahhhhahaha! What you've come to me for, is the use of my black mirror." Undertaker stood up and crossed the room. He bade them to follow behind a heavy curtain that divided the shop from a room in the back.
As Sebastian and Arabella's eyes adjusted to the increased darkness, Undertaker pulled a velvet cloth from a large