Chapter 1: Mistake

Grell Sutcliff was up to no good again.

The red-haired, flamboyant Grim Reaper had been completely obsessed with the demon butler, Sebastian Michaelis for the better part of a year now, and his insane schemes to win his affection scaled anywhere from tame to absolutely chaotic. Direct approaches, whether they were from the front or behind, always landed Grell with some new injury, and attempting to "pin" the demon down with his death scythe only increased his chances of getting killed. No method – cats, catnip tequila, kidnapping Ciel Phantomhive, or a combination of the three—landed him with any luck.

Now, here he sat behind the locked doors of his room conjuring up a new method for him to get what he wanted.

Grell's obsession with Sebastian drove him to the wildest fantasy of bearing the demons children; a practice that was frowned upon and forbidden by Reaper-kind. But that didn't stop Grell from trying his next wild attempt.

The Reaper had gotten his hands on the ancient spell books that were kept in the Library; which had been tucked away in the restricted section for who-knows-how-long. Grell had nearly jumped for joy at what he had found; an ancient spell that was able to force any being – whether male or female—to bear children. The reasons why the books were in the restricted section was quite obvious, but rules and restrictions never stopped the love-struck Reaper.

Now he sat in the depths of the Reaper Library, away from any co-workers who might see, working as quickly, quietly, and as hard as he could to finish the spell before he was found out. He especially didn't want his superior, William T. Spears to see him doing this. The dark-brown haired Reaper was bound strictly by the rules, and would surely have Grell fired for this sick practice.

He had gathered what was needed: DNA from both parents, which consisted of a lock of Sebastian's hair (gathered from an intentional fight Grell had caused) and his own hair, along with a forbidden substance, which took on the form of a fine, white powder. The substance was rather difficult to acquire, yet he had managed to find an existing vile of it at Undertaker's shop.

Grell mixed all of the ingredients inside of a large, crystal bowl and chanted his wish into the bowl, as the spell in the book instructed. Suddenly, the power turned into a fine liquid that dissolved with hair of both parents and then began to bleed into the bowl. The mixture sat within the crystal of the bowl for a whole minute before mysteriously vanishing on its own.

The spell had officially been cast.

Grell, shivering with excitement, waited anxiously for something to happen, something that would make it quite obvious to him that he was now with child; Sebastian's child. Yet, minutes passed with nothing particularly different happening to him. He looked over the instructions of the spell again. He hadn't missed anything. It wasn't until his eyes strayed to the side-effects of the spell that his hopes were crushed.

"After the spell has been casted, the mothering parent will lose his/her consciousness and awaken a total of twelve hours later. By then, that parent will be with child."

Grell could feel tears break through his eyes.

"So, it didn't work…" he muttered quietly to himself.

He was about to curl himself into a ball and cry, when suddenly to door to the room crashed open. The sight of William T. Spears standing in the doorway was now more welcoming to Grell than the failed spell.

"Grell, what are you doing in here?" Will asked, pushing up the pair of rectangular-framed spectacles that sat on his face.

"Just wallowing in my own misery," Grell wept, "Leave me be!"

William pointed to the crystal bowl and books on the floor, "What's this?"

"It's nothing. It didn't even work anyways."

William picked up the spell book Grell had been using and recoiled in horror.

"Are you sure it didn't work?" He asked in a slightly worried tone.

Grell looked up at him from his fetal position on the floor, "Not that I'm aware of. I'm not experiencing anything the box says I should be experiencing."

William shuddered, "Yes… but here's the thing," he closed the book and turned the cover towards Grell, "This is a spell book meant to effect demons."

Grell instantly shot up. His eyes were wide, and now he desperately hoped, for his own sake, that the spell hadn't worked.

"So, I'll ask again," William said, "Are you sure the spell didn't work?"

The red-headed Reaper couldn't make words.

Grabbing him with a rough hand, William drug Grell out of the room.

"W-where are we going?" Grell asked.

"We're going to fill out an incident report." William growled, quickening his pace, "Then, we're going to pay a visit to the Phantomhive manor."