The London air was chillier than Charon imagined it would be when he first arrived there from hell. Boredom came easily to the male, and normally he wasn't one to murder unless it was under orders, but yet here the male was, standing over a mortal corpse, blood dripping from his claws onto the corpse. With a chuckle, he casually licked the blood of his nails and kicked the body aside. He had to admit, murder could occasionally be fun. This had been the tenth person he killed tonight, and he was determined to murder even more. A sigh escaped the male's lips and he scanned the surrounding area for another victim. Not a single human was in sight, as expected for a night as cold and dark as this. However, one individual happened to be out and running amok, trying to clean up Charon's mess. This individual happened to be Grell Sutcliff of the Reaper's Dispatch Association. The redhead couldn't have known this demon's true identity, or that the male would end up attacking him as well, so the sudden movement of pressure shoving him into the ground was a surprise to him. The demon male sat on the reaper, one hand shoving his head into the ground, while the other gripped his wrist, preventing the reaper from swinging his death scythe in defence. Grell started to panic slightly, but tried not to show it. Sweat dripped down the male's face as he stared up at his attacker.
"You must be the one behind all of this~ I can't lie, you DO look attractive." He purred, hoping to lower the male's guard.
"Oh? That's so kind of you to say." Charon purred right back at him, his grip seeming to tighten rather than loosen. "I haven't got to feel the satisfaction of killing a grim reaper before. Perhaps you could assist me with this task?"
Grell chuckled lightly, sweat dripping down his face like a running faucet. This demon wasn't budging.
"Oh, darling~ Your jokes are cruel." He grinned, now trying his best to slip away from the demon's grasp, only to have his death scythe yanked out of his grasp and thrown across the way, the chainsaw skittering to a stop beside an old fountain. The reaper had to stifle a gasp when the demon prince revealed his long, sharp claws, begging to be doused with blood. So, Charon met with the request, slashing his claws straight down the other's chest, making a deep gash. Blood flowed out the open wound like a river, staining his clothes, coat and the ground the reaper lay on.
"O...Oh dear." Grell choked out, coughing up blood in the process. Charon grinned with delight, seeming to enjoy the suffering of the red head. He threw down another slash, this one going straight across the reaper's cheek, the next down his right leg. The sound of blood splattering, pained screaming and the dark laughter coming from the demon was music to his ears. Eventually, he decided to finish the male, plunging his entire fist into the reaper's chest before the male finally stood, leaving the other's side to grab the discarded weapon of the reaper's.
"I wonder, Sutcliff. How many innocent people's lives has this scythe of yours taken?" He purred lightly, studying the deadly chainsaw.
"I… could ask you the same thing, darling." Grell spat, trying his best to sit up with no avail. Charon only chuckled, approaching the male slowly as if to taunt him with the nearing of his killing. However, he immediately halted, noticing the nearing of blinding lights. A flashlight maybe? There was two of them. He could handle them easily. He reached to turn on the chainsaw, placing a hand on the chain, when the male sensed the presence of another demon.
"Michaels." He spat. He glanced around the area before making the decision to put the death scythe back down and make a get away. Fighting another of his kind was the last thing the male wanted to do at that time. He turned on his heels, running back towards the building from where he came, leaving the reaper to plead for his life and bleed out on the concrete.
They had been out and about in London, shopping for a christmas present nearly all day. Lizzie was known to be rather picky with the gifts she received from her fiance, and Ciel wanted to make sure it was absolutely perfect. The shopping was going rather well, until the screams occurred.
"Sebastian!" The young lord shouted, but even without a command, the male was already on the move, Ciel running to catch up with the demonic male. The elder male thought he sensed something off for a split second, but the presence almost immediately went away as quick as it appeared. When the male finally came to a stop, he stood in complete shock, his eyes locked on the bleeding reaper below him.
"Grell..?" Ciel gasped out, a bit out of breath from having to run after his butler. "What the hell-..." He muttered, almost immediately rushing over to the male's side to look for a pulse, any sign of life really. He caught himself from gasping with relief when he felt the faint pulse on the other's wrist. The reaper was still alive, but just barely.
"Shall we take him back home with us, young master?" Sebastian suggested, his eyes dull as he continued to stare at the unconscious reaper. What could've done this much damage to him? Judging from the wounds, it couldn't have possibly been his own death scythe. Did perhaps another grim reaper attack him? He wouldn't doubt it, having witnessed William T. Spears attack the male from time to time, although it was unintentional to actually harm him. Ciel was hesitant, but eventually scoffed. He was too soft-hearted to leave the male there to die. He owed the reaper anyways. This would have to suffice.
"Yes. We shall take him back to the manor, and Sebastian you are to treat any wound he might have. Be sure he doesn't die on the way back, either. I have a few things I must ask him." Ciel demanded, not even looking at Sebastian as he stood to move out of the other's way. Sebastian picked up the reaper in silence, nearly wincing when he saw even more hidden wounds on the male. He would need treatment immediately. The demonic male wasn't even sure if the reaper would last through the night, but he had to try. Grell's life was in his hands.
