Chapter 1: Reap
It was a cold dark night, the air blowing softly and sprinkling fragile little snowflakes around the wide empty streets. It was rare for the streets of London to be in peace, especially at night, but it was and one had to admit it was nice.
However tranquility could only last so long.
Loud heavy footsteps could be heard crunching the snow covered ground, as well as the loud screech of a blood covered blade, long and elegant; this weapon went by many names, but the one its owner preferred was Dual Scythe.
Really, he was in love with it.
With the sleek, smooth dark blue steel as the acting staff, blades on each side beginning thick and ending thinly sharp glaring bright ebony, and the small delicately inscribed symbols that decorated it all, only appearing when the owner deemed it necessary. He thought it as beautiful as a woman's body.
The way the cool metal felt in his hands made him shiver in a twisted kind of pleasure. As it only served to remind him of certain dark memories, but no matter, he considered himself a passive and serious individual and this here wasn't a stroll in the park.
No, it was a mission. One he was just in time to complete considering he had run into trouble just a few hours before.
How strange that duo had been, a pretty little boy whose eyes had dulled beyond his years and a dashing and talented demon who served as his protector in the guise of a "butler". It was obvious they'd made a contract, but what he couldn't yet put his finger on was who had been the most foolish in accepting it. But then who was he to judge them?
He ran to his listed targets house and waited by the window, hidden by the trees and darkness of the night. He watched as a boy who'd barley come of age coughed up blood and twisted in bed, little lips turning a beautiful shade of blue, skin pale and eyes beginning to go dry. Watched as the parents huddled together and mourned their lost child. He would admit to feeling the tiniest smidge of pity and envy, but he made it go away as quickly as it had manifested. He couldn't afford to let himself feel for real, he was a Shinigami after all.
After the parents left, he thinks probably to find a funeral home, he stealthy descendants through the opened window and approaches the cold body.
"Logan Charter son to Julia Charter and Luis Charter of Age 13, Birthed on October 15th is Deemed Complete. Cause of Death Sickness, Time of Death 10:05 p.m."
Swiftly he punctures the boy's skinny chest and lets his cinematic record play out, as it comes to an end he stamps it and with one last look makes his way back to headquarters, snapping his fingers and stepping into the portal to his world.