Sorry this is late everyone...Well, for me...I had a nightmare about zombies and...That just fucked me over...Woke up afraid and crying...Yeh, it was very lucid...Drained me, became physically ill but I'm over it now. ^_^Strange thing is, horror movies are like comedies to me, so...Yeh...That was just strange...
I got my Yves Saint Laurent Rouge Volupte lipstick though and love it. Now all I need is my Black Lancome Fever Gloss and my Grell lips will be complete...It's a lingerie costume...LOLZ. So, I'm all cheered up. The Red Taboo is very sensual, next I'm getting Forbidden Burgundy and Exquisite Plum. AWESOME SHADES!
Sebastian sat on his minuscule cot in his lonesome jail cell, he hadn't heard from the Undertaker since their little run in with the Warden. It had been against his pride to accept his help, and he was going to be certain to curse Grell one way or another for dragging him into the Labyrinth after his capture. Death was eminent, but he was not afraid. He had a good life-one hell of a life even!-but the very idea of being taken out by a shinigami was all too...Too...Shameful. By Grell Sutcliffe nonetheless, the reaper who relished in chaining him up and running that whip along his body like his tongue. He was erotically devoted to torture, he noted. Grell often told him it was the closest thing he ever got to lovemaking, that it was the most intimate act he could perform with his favorite demon. Sebastian shivered in disgust, just the idea of being his 'favorite' made his stomach wretch. He wanted to vomit.
"Oh Se~bas~chan~nnn!" Grell hummed as he unlocked his cell door, dressed in his black, protective armor. Eric Slingby and Ronald Knox were behind him, dressed in the exact same armor. Grell turned to the two reapers behind him and told them to wait out by the cell. He also explained he wanted to have some 'quality time' with his favorite inmate before slicing his chest open with his chainsaw at the Execution Plot. Ronald snickered beneath his mask, Eric seemed utterly disgusted, and they both did as they were commanded. With that, Grell turned to Sebastian.
"Oh, parting is such sweet sorrow~..." he cooed, sitting on the demon's lap. Sebastian made to push him away when Grell's chainsaw met his neck, his covered mouth to his ear. He whispered, "I could kill you right now, love. In your arms and oh I would let your blood caress my unprotected skin, and your black desire would forever entomb my soul under the sheets of your bed! Aw~n! Oh, I would love to have a piece of you within me for all time, but no, I've decided to take the offer,"
Sebastian was silent, he leaned into Grell's twisted embrace, "Then don't think on it, let me do all the work..."
He continued on in Grell's ear.
"One minute late, Grell Sutcliffe," William timed him as Grell stepped in with the prisoner behind him, bound in chains. He cast the demon a dirty look, and despite the light's glare on his glasses, the demon managed to see the look of utter distaste in his eyes. William had actually been the one who caught him, he could swear the man had a personal grudge against him, perhaps he'd curse him before his death?
"Oh William~!" Grell cooed, winking at him seductively, "You just couldn't wait to see my beautiful face again!"
"Not that I can see much with that mask covering everything but your eyes," William dead-panned.
"Oh, maybe you can help me remove this uncomfortable and unattractive uniform la~ter then? Hm, my darling Will-yum," Grell purred, moving off the track to the Execution Pillars to place a hand on William's neck, "You're not wearing armor, we're half way there,"
William gently shoved him off, "I am not in range with that demon's blood. I've no need to wear the armor. Now, if you don't mind, I am on a tight schedule-"
Grell snickered, William dead-panned at him sharply, "And I must be going,"
"Oh, alright," Grell grudged, turning to Eric and Ronny when they reached the pillars. Grell reached up to his neck and took the key that dangled from the chain. He removed it from around his neck and undid the shackles and fetters that hung from the pillars. They were often kept locked because nothing, not even the strength of a demon, could break them when they were locked. He then turned to Sebastian, ready to undo his manacles, "Hold him boys, won't you?"
Grell batted his eyelashes coquettishly, Ronald snickered as Eric scowled in disgust. As Grell teasingly undid the locks around Sebastian arms, torso, and hips (and by teasingly he let his fingers line and graze the demon's handsome, masculine features) until the other two reapers were thrown off by him suddebly. He was escaping! Grell acted quickly and summoned his death scythe when Sebastian pinned him to the ground and tore off his armor with his claws, cutting Grell's perfect skin. Grell screamed aloud and pushed him off of his top and sliced over his chest, his Cinematic Record burst from his chest, but all too late! William had acted just as quickly and in an attempt to get the demon off of Grell the shears had pierced the red-head's shoulder. Blood splattered everywhere, the demon's blood on Grell's exposed skin, and on William who had ran to aid the red reaper.
He would've noticed the blood on him if not for the fact Grell was writhing in pain once he reaped Sebastian, he held his burning chest, screaming aloud. He rushed over, holding Grell down, he was going into shock-he was suffering some sort of seizure!
"Ronald! Get Gregory from the infirmary, Eric, take care of the demon's body while it's paralyzed and blank! Get it to Undertaker immediately!" William ordered, staring down at Grell in concern. Concern? Concern? He cared for all his subordinates but he never imaged he'd be concerned in such a deep way. It had always occurred to him that his reapers were bound to get hurt every once in a while, to have to face demons and other forces that could kill them. He never thought he'd actually witness their deaths though! Death? No, Grell could not die, the thought was all too horrifying for him to concede to-he would have contributed to his death.