Okay, so this is an AU. Grell is a Prison Ward, Undertaker is a rogue shinigami who is befriended to a powerful demon, and so on you shall read!
UndertakerxGrell
Possibly some GrellxWilliam
Forced ClaudexGrell
Hints of SebastianxGrell
Let go...let go...
Tiny particles whisper
Like voices in prayer
Mona, Mona, goddess above
Lost in fate and without love
Youth has lied to me in great
Religious scrolls...
One lone reaper recited, the audience nothing but ghostly silence.
The Catacombs were a strange place to be, the hollow tunnels seemed to whisper. No ghosts laid behind the walls, no corpses were strewn about in its bleak shadow. Behind the blackness there was a great sense of gravity, like an orbit almost, that pulled the less human in. This was a sacred place of redemption for good and evil. Echoes of dripping water carried excellently on the stone surfaces, almost like these temples were built for Heathens. The smell was unbearably bitter as well, seeming almost like myrrh on the dry hide of some partially decomposed mummy. No human dared to travel down these ruins, at least not anymore. The Catacombs belonged to the reapers now, and the demons.
If one were to willing to travel past the rubble that was conveniently placed at the entrance they'd discover recent architectural marvels. The Catacombs had been expanded into a Labyrinth far beneath the earth and only the reapers knew how to escape. Gods themselves, messengers of the Higher Power, they were welcomed by the sanctified, divine essence. It was in this place the Reapers held demons prisoner. Being 'unbiased' creatures they only locked away demons who had committed grave crimes against the dead and the souls that were meant for GOD to judge. Here, in the Labyrinth deep within the Catacombs, demons were judged by the dead.
In the midst of the Labyrinth was the Warden, no demon could ever find their way out of this prison. It was designed to weaken them, to keep any magic or charms from working, and to keep anyone else's charms from helping them escape. That was strength of the Faith, the energy and rendered demon's powerless. The only place another's charms worked was in the Execution plot beneath the Labyrinth, it was the Warden's pleasure to execute the demons. He had a crooked smile, his olive eyes gleaming with sadistic beauty. Grell Sutcliffe was his name, and this section of the Catacombs was his own little Division. He had three prisoners, all three with heavy bounties on their head. He was in charge of Death Row, oh, and that included hacking these monstrous excuses of immortals into tiny pieces with his chainsaw.
He'd walk around on his spiked heels, humming and singing to himself as he tortured the prisoners and messed with his staff. His favorite demon to torture was Sebastian Michaelis, at least that was his most current name. He so lavished in tying him down, stretching his limbs and yet they would not pop. Whipping him until he bled and tasting the blood, leaning so close as to kiss him and the demon had yet to crack. Such a shame, Grell often thought, he was quite a handsome fellow. The other two prisoners he could care less for, their death sentences were far too away to get him hot and burning for some torture. Claude Faustus and Hannah Anafeloz. Both were spiders, urgh, he hated spiders. Creeping around these old mazes, why on earth God chose them to lurk in dark places was beyond him. They had eight eyes, Grell often wondered if they'd be able to see in the dark. He tested this by gouging out both Hannah's and Claude's eyes.
Unfortunately, for him, the ability to heal was not blocked and their eyes grew back within a number of hours. He tested this consented ability by gouging out Hannah's eyes and than cauterizing them. He smirked, it worked, he then turned back to Claude to do the same when he stepped on one of Hannah's eyes. His new shoes, now ruined! And he worked so much overtime to afford them, he wanted to look extra good for Sebastian today. He was going to be executed in just a few short days. He called over Ronald Knox to tend to Hannah, wrap some gauze over her eyes so the stink of her decay wouldn't pervade the air. The smell of burnt flesh and fresh blood was already beginning to irritate him, hence the bitter smell.
With a sigh he grabbed the whip hung on the wall in his office midst the Labyrinth and strode toward his favorite demon's cell, smirking. Oh, why did such ecstasy have to end? His sweet Sebastian hated him with a passion, and how Grell desired such a passion! His cheeks flushed, he licked his lips. Maybe he'd get a kiss out of him this time? He gripped the whip tighter, unlocking the cell door and strolling in...His eyes went wide...Who was this unexpected visitor with the demon?
"Oh?" the white-haired man turned to the red-reaper, eerie smile in place and long black finger-nails clicking against one another, "You must be the warden? My, does my fellow colleague speak fondly of you Miss...Sutcliffe?"
"Who the hell are you?" Grell growled, raising the whip when in a flash an enormous sickle was at his throat. This was not a demon, he realized, it was a reaper. But how did he get in? He'd never seen this reaper before...Perhaps he was just a supervisor sent by William to check up on things? If so, he was a rather strange one, his white-hair also signified he was a quite old reaper. His youthful, eerily scared skin challenged that aspect though.
"Oh?" the silver-haired man furrowed his brow, "I've been dead so long I forgot to check my gravestone. Oh well,"
He leaned against the wall, keeping the edge of the sickle against Grell's throat, "I'm the Undertaker, the one who sterilizes the demons corpses once you've..."
He smirked, "Had your fun with them. Might I compliment your method of execution, very exotic. You must spend all night dancing with them! Mr. Michaelis here has told me all about your vigor when it comes to dancing,"
He began to laugh aloud, covering his wide grin to muffle them. Grell huffed, summoning his chainsaw and bashing it against the sickle. The Undertaker jumped aside, easily missing the red-head's uncoordinated attack. The effort was ultimately foiled though when Grell pinned him, the blades of his chainsaw barely missing the scarred man's throat by the long hilt of his sickle. Sebastian stood, ready to pry Grell off, when the older reaper interrupted, smiling and chuckles cracking his voice as he spoke.
"My, what a beautiful reaper you," he noted, stroking Grell's hair with his long fingers. The red-head snapped at his fingers, "But you're no true Ms. Sutcliffe, are you?"
Grell's eyes narrowed, pressing the chainsaw harder against the hilt, "How dare you ask a lady such an insolent question?"
The Undertaker smirked again, "I can make it so no one asks those questions again, my demon friend and I,"
"I don't make contracts that require someone sucking out my soul," Grell snarled, his knee starting to press dangerously between the latter's legs, "What were you doing with my prisoner? Taking away my sweet night of passion? You insult a lady again!"
The Undertaker smirked, "Oh no, I'm here willing to pay a bail,"
"Demons don't get bailed out, not for all the overtime they bring me." Grell hissed.
"I'm not speaking of legal tender. My," he lifted his free hand and tapped Grell's noggin, "Not very intelligent, are you?"
"Why you-? Hey!" Grell's mouth was covered by Sebastian's hand. He was being pulled back, restrained. For a moment he reached for his belt, reaching for his spare scythe as his chainsaw was in the hands on the Undertaker, who revved it up and held it to Grell's face after setting his own sickle down.
"Won't you listen, Ms. Sutcliffe?" he purred eerily, kneeling down to Grell's height as the demon was holding him down on the ground to his knees, "It would be quite depressing if Mr. Michaelis should die, he's such a pleasant customer. Bringing me jokes, bringing me new bodies to decorate..."
Grell's eyes were fixed on the chainsaw, frightened of having his face marred or worse, "W-What are you trying to do?"
"I know I cannot get Mr. Michaelis out of here, my magic forbids it and so does the chemistry of the catacombs. But, there is one part of this structure that only the warden and his chosen guard can enter. Fixed on the energy of you and your death scythe," he smirked even wider, grinning at the ends of his white lips, "Only you can get Mr. Michaelis out of here,"
"And risk my job? I could be executed you inconsiderate pri-" Grell was silenced by the shinigami.
"Such vulgarity to come out of a lady's mouth," Undertaker shook his head, "Of course, you're not a real woman. I wouldn't expect you to be entirely civilized..."
He looked around for a moment, frowning a bit, "Considering your work conditions,"
"Get back to the fucking point or let me go!" Grell cursed.
There was a moment of silence, "Mr. Michaelis and I could do it, make you a woman. All you have to do is give him a mock execution, and the moment his blood splatters on your skin, you'll begin to change,"
Grell's eye widened for a moment, "I...I could be a woman?"
"Isn't that what you want?" Undertaker chuckled, removing a vile of clear liquid from under his sleeve, "All you have to do-"
He waved it in front of Grell's eyes, "Is drink this the morning of the execution, sprinkle the remains on your scythe, slice it over Mr. Michaelis chest, and when his blood touches your skin you'll change entirely. Now how does that sound, Ms. Sutcliffe? Promising?"
Grell shifted in the demon's hold, "You're tempting me, you'll take my soul,"
"What would a reaper want with a soul? Especially a rogue one..." Undertaker questioned, furrowing his brow.
"You damn well know what I mean!" Grell huffed.
"This is a waste of time, Undertaker," Sebastian stood, tossing Grell aside. The red-head cried out as his face hit the wall, a ribbon of blood poured down from his forehead and over the slim bridge of his nose, "The Warden is not a reasonable man,"
Grell hissed, grabbing the sickle from the ground and waving it Sebastian, "I'll execute you now dammit! Tell your creepy friend to leave and take his bullshit with him!"
Undertaker sighed, turning to the cell door, "I suppose I'll go,"
He snatched his scythe from Grell, phasing it away into dust, "But I assure you, Ms. Sutcliffe, I'll return for my demon friend. After all,"
He winked at Grell, "I'm certain you wouldn't want to lose such a handsome man,"
Grell blushed indignantly as he left, forgetting the reason he came to Sebastian's cell. He turned to the demon, studying him from top to bottom, and huffed. He picked up the whip he had meant for torture and walked out the cell door, locking it shut. Sebastian reached through the bars and grabbed his arm, an unbearably sensual look upon his face that Grell could not resist.
"Flirting with the Warden, Sebas-chan," Grell cooed, blushing ever-so lightly, "That'll cause your skin to run red, you know that the Warden is never forgiving of untamed men. Especially ones who grab proper ladies like their dogs,"
"You know very well I hate dogs," the demon spoke smoothly, "But whatever you want to be; woman, dog, cat...My friend and I can make it happen in exchange for my liberation. Won't you think it over?"
Oh, he was so calm in these situations, "Miss~ Grell?"
Ahh!~