A/N: This might be the last update for the next week or two :(

Or... I'll try to update more than one chapter today! *insert determined face here*

|William's P.O.V.|

Back at Dispatch, William informed the Headquarters about the new switch. He specifically said that "Grell will actually be doing his work for once and return to normal in a week's time."

At first, they were a bit skeptical, and not to mention disgusted,- by the fact that Grell switched personalities with a demon he's infatuated with- but they spoke about the case for a while.

In the end, to William's surprise, they allowed Grell to use his original Death Scythe and be pushed with harder souls and paperwork. However, things will go back to normal once the week is over and the spell has wore off.

Meaning, he'll be demoted to using scissors as a scythe again.

But for now, they decided to let Grell off the hook and let him work.

On the other hand, William wanted to make sure that Grell will actually do his work. He might end up betraying them again and end up going on a killing spree. After all, he had switched personalities with a demon scum.

|Grell's P.O.V.|

Grell had a murderous smirk on his face as he held his Death Scythe- a chainsaw- in his hands.

Oh!~ How he loved the vibration of the scythe!~

But now was not the time for that! He had souls to reap. Meaning, he could use his deadly chainsaw! Oh, it was good to be back! No more scissors- or safety scissors for that matter.

He looked at the time:

11:58

A human was scheduled to die at 12:00 midnight. In two minutes...

There had been murders around London; each at midnight. Grell had already caught the murderer. He obviously did nothing about it since the victims people were on the Ti-Die-List. After all, he wasn't allowed to interfere with the dying person.

11:59

Grell groaned. This was taking forever! But he had to stay and watch. Besides, he didn't want overtime.

Just then, a well-dressed man smiled kindly to a little girl and reached out his hand to her. The girl thought he was really nice so she grabbed his outstretched hand.

Grell followed the pair as the man effortlessly led the girl into an alleyway...

...where he stabbed her.

Typical.

Grell groaned in annoyance. Typical. Such an expected death. Someone's death should be interesting! At least torture the girl before you kill her! Or maybe make her scream in pain, begging for her life!

The man stabbed her stomach, causing her to cough out blood. Almost immediately, the walls were splattered in blood, painting them in Grell's favorite color.

Red.
It was everywhere...

He loved it.

12:00

Soon, the girl died from the lack of blood.
She bleed to death.

Typical.

Grell jumped down from the roof he was on and swiftly landed on both his feet.

He casually walked over to the dead girl and smirked.

Oh, how he loved this part.

Grell swung the chainsaw over his head and rapidly pressed it down on the girl's stomach, creating a larger gash. More and more blood splattered everywhere as her Cinematic Records came flying out. Grell easily collected the records with his scythe and opened up a folder that held the girl's information. He stamped a big, red 'COMPETED' on her profile.

He then sighed, closing the folder and returning to the society.

Grell calmly entered William's office and handed him the folder.

He caught a glimpse of suspicion in William's eyes and said, "Now, now. There's no need to worry; the girl's soul is reaped and her Cinematic Records are collected." Tch. "Just because my personality was switched with a filthy demon doesn't mean I'll have souls for dinner." Grell crossed his arms and looked the other way. "Besides, it's not like we switched bodies. There's no need too doubt me William..."

|William's P.O.V.|

Filthy demon?

This was coming from Grell's mouth?

William sighed. "Don't mind it Sutcliff, just go. You're dismissed for the day..."

|Grell's P.O.V.|

Unlike those demon scums, reapers need sleep.

Grell steadily walked back to his small, red-roofed house.
He looked at each building and scenery carefully, taking in the beauty- no, trash of London.

Honestly, the human world is hopeless.

Then again, reapers were once humans too.

A human who commits suicide has to pay the price. As a punishment, they become a Grim Reaper and is forced to watch other humans suffer and die. Not to mention endless work, of course.

Grell sighed. What's in store for tomorrow?

A/N: Wow. This was short. :/ That's because I have no ideas for Grell's part! What do I do?!