Late as always. Never once would the annoying flamboyant red reaper of his show up in time for work. He was always a few hours late, but an entire week? This was new. Grell always returned to the dispatch within a few hours, yet here William T Spears was, sitting at his desk and pacing around the office for days on end, waiting for the reapers return. Of course, he had been around the entire dispatch countless numbers of times searching for him, even asking a few fellow reapers about him, but never once did anything turn up. Could it be possible that he-... No. It would've been reported if another reaper's named ended up in the death ledger. Grell must've been hanging around Sebastian all this time, surely that was it. ...or was it a kidnapping?

"Sir!"

Williams's thoughts were interrupted as his co-worker, Ronald Knox stepped into the room.

"Any info on senpai yet?" He asked, folding his hands behind his head.

"If there were, I'd be gone by now, Knox." Will replied coldly, pushing up his spectacles. There was silence for a moment before Ronald sighed, pulling a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, handing it over to his superior.

"There's been reports of a demon running amok lately." The blond muttered. "They're sayin' it's Charon-"

Will's eyes widened ever so slightly as he unfolded the paper.

"Charon as in-...?"

"Satan's eldest brat." Ron confirmed.

"As I feared-..." Will muttered under his breath. "He's the one causing all the nightly terrors in London then, I presume?"

"Certain! ...Brat's got an intrestin' way of entertain'n himself, that's for bloody sure." A sigh came from the blond. Will shot the other a half glare and placed the report on his desk. If Charon was running around, that could only mean big trouble, and lots of overtime...

"A week has passed and not a single word has been heard from Grell?" Yet another question that was probably obvious. If what the other's said was true, then-...

He didn't have time to finish his thoughts.

Another reaper had walked into the office, carrying a bloodied chainsaw...

"Oh, geez-..." Ron muttered.

There was only one who that weapon could've belonged to...