"What has you so worried you're up in the middle of the night again?" Ciel asked. "This much stress is bad for the baby."

Lizzie stood on the balcony, one hand on her pregnant belly. "Ciel. Angela will return and curse us. She could curse our child!"

"I see." Ciel stood. "You cannot be at peace until I appease your worry. Come, we are going to see Sebastian."

"Sebastian? At this time of night?" Lizzie said.

"He is always awake." Ciel replied, and the two descended into Sebastian's quarters.

Sebastian opened the door before they could knock. "Yes my lord?"

"My wife is distressed. She believes Angela will curse our child. Ease her worry by telling us what you know of the future." Ciel said.

"Of course my lord, but in return I would like one thing." Sebastian said.

Before Ciel could stop his wife she answered. "Name it."

"I want to know the name of your future daughter." Sebastian said.

"Ease my worry and I will tell you what you want to know." Lizzie agreed.

Ciel eyed Sebastian in anger, but Sebastian paid him no heed.

"There will be a curse cast by Angela," Sebastian said. "Your only hope to break free of it is your unborn child, the Savior, who will save everyone in twenty-eight years."

Lizzie's voice was hushed. "Seigulde. Seigulde is the Savior."

"Seigulde." Sebastian smiled. "What a lovely name."