Salvation
The Shinigami walked through the dull office building, past the cubicles of black-suited employees, finally arriving at his destination. Bursting into the meeting room, the newcomer seemed completely out of place amongst the others.
"I heard there was an urgent meeting," the outcast whined. The other Shinigami moaned and groaned when the all-to-familiar death god entered the room.
"Who called him here," one muttered.
"Disgraceful," spat another.
"Quiet!" A cold, firm voice overpowered the rising complaints. It was Will. "We had no choice but to bring him in. He was involved in the case."
"What case?" the outcast battered their long eyelashes, unaffected by the discouraging murmurs.
"It would seem your old partner-in-crime has joined our ranks," Will replied, his tone that of detest.
"Whatever do you mean, Will?"
"Mister Sutcliffe, please sit," an older Shinigami interrupted, though their tone was a forced politeness. Sighing regrettably, Grell sat with his usual dramatic flair.
"It would appear that your beloved Madame Red has passed the exams with flying colors," Will replied, grim as always.
"WHAT? You let her join? She died a long time ago because she was too weak," Grell exclaimed, "How could she have passed the exam-"
"Mister Sutcliffe, if you please," Will snapped.
"Oh, you're so cold," Grell cackled.
"Quiet," Will growled, losing his composure momentarily. "Madame Red will be coming in to begin her work later today. We voted for you to be her mentor." The scarlet Shinigami shuffled uncomfortably.
"Well, you see, she sort of… wants me dead," Grell said innocently.
"We know."