A/N: Hi! Elle here! Last chapter, after being informed of Mara's capture, Sebastian went to find her and was met with William, who was going to stop him. They were interrupted by erican, who said that Mara was hurt and Amelia was safe. While waiting to be able to enter the scene, Sebastian sensed amother soul whose presence seemed to be impossible. When he finally entered the scene he caught the attention of Grell, who hadn't heard his voice in a decade and a half. Who is this unknown individual, and what is their plan?

Chapter Fourteen

Unknown's POV

I watched the scene play out from hiding, and maybe I would have enjoyed it, had it not been for a young girl bleeding to death. I don't mean the reunion between parents and their children, but the pitiful excuse for a person struggling with all his might against his well-deserved death.

"Alright, you found your little girl. Now, let me go!" the man yelled at William T. Spears, struggling to get the hedge trimmer out of his only hand.

William went into one of the cells and brought out some rope.

"You would have left my daughter to rot, wouldn't you have?" William asked. "I think it's fitting that you see how much you enjoy it."

He yanked out the hedge trimmer, took him by the wrist, and tied it to one of the bars of the cell door window.

I must admit that I enjoy his way of handling this.

Then, after positioning my black hood over my head, I walked near the man and he started begging for me to help him.

"I can't die here!" the man begged. "Please! Save me! I'll give you everything I have! I'll give you my own son!"

"You are truly a pathetic excuse of life, going from nearly killing a teenage girl who did nothing to you that wasn't to defend herself to begging for your life like a dog. Furthermore, you're trying to offer your own child as payment?" I commented, putting my hand inside my black cloak for a moment.

"I'll make sure the air stops getting wasted by your breathing." I said before bringing out a knife.

"Please wait!" a teenage boy yelled a few feet away from me. I saw a boy with voluminous jaw-length blonde hair and lime green eyes coming over to me.

"Son!" the man, who I supposed was his father, called. "Quick, help me get this-"

The boy outstretched his hand to me, with his head hung low, and asked, "May I borrow that knife of yours, please?"

Knowing what he was about to do, I handed it to him.

The man began to say, "Just hurry up and-"

He was cut off when his son stabbed him in the stomach.

Blood instantly stated squirting and spurting and I stepped out of the way in order to avoid getting soaked.

"Son…" the man said, coughing up blood.

"Was I your son when you broke my wrist after I tried to pick up your scythe when I was ten? Was I your son when you gave me a black eye when I was eleven for not stealing from one of the kids at school? Was I your son when you and Mother were fighting when I was twelve, and I wasn't sure that I would wake up with the same number of living parents as I did the night before? Was I your son thirty seconds ago when you offered me to whoever that is?" He gestured to me.

"Useless… child…" the man said.

"Was I your son when a demon girl, whom I had hurt and violated for years, showed me more kindness in sparing my life, which I don't think I deserved, than you, who beat me and yelled at me and abused me for only looking up to you and loving you as my father, to the point where I would've wanted to have been killed by that demon earlier if it meant I didn't have to spend another day with you!"

He had stabbed his father six times at this point.

"Was I your son then?" he asked, stabbing the man with every word.

"Well, it's very obvious that you were never my father." he said before he spat on him.

He handed me my knife back before running to the group of people consisting of Grell Sutcliff, William, a blonde teenage girl next to him, and a teenage girl with black hair in Grell's arms. William said that he would get quite some overtime once he started working, and I stopped paying attention to the ordeal after that.

I know what to do, so I'm going to do it.

I was a fair distance behind Grell as she was on her knees and held the nearly dead body of a teenage girl in her arms. The blonde girl was certainly worried, with her hand over her mouth as she quietly said "no" and shook her head, but William showed little to no emotion.

"William, she's fainted!" Grell shouted.

"Don't move her or she'll lose even more blood. We'll get a doctor here immediately." he said, taking his scythe and easily going straight up to the top of the stairs, and the two blondes just ran up the stairs.

In contrast, a demon came to the bottom of the stairwell in a blur of black before halting at the sight before him.

"Is she...?" I heard a very familiar and worried voice ask before stopping himself, as if nearly revealing a dangerous secret.

He's here, too. Just like I expected.

Grell, with her back to him, said nothing. Although, I did see her life her head attentitively.

"Grell, I'm sorry." he said. "I didn't decline parenthood because of you or our daughter, and it surely wasn't because the two of you weren't good enough. If I thought anyone wasn't good enough, it was me."

"What?" Grell asked.

"I couldn't even take good care of my master and he ended up slipping through my fingers. I wasn't going to let myself make those mistakes against a child I actually care about." he explained. "Now, I see that none of the damage I imagined thought I would do could measure to what happened in my absence."

I saw tears escape the demon's eyes before he said in a wavering voice, "I'm sorry, Grell. I'm so, so sorry."

"Stay…" she whispered.

"What?" Sebastian asked.

"I know this must be strange, considering how I yelled at you and stormed off fifteen years ago, but please… don't leave." she said.

"Of course, Grell." Sebastian answered.

A doctor rushed down the stairs with a case of supplies, followed by William and the blondes.

"Lay the girl on the floor gently and get back! I need space for this!" he yelled, and everyone backed away. Sebastian held Grell close to him.

After a few minutes, though it probably felt like an eternity to the five of them, the man shook his head with a somber expression. Any sign of hope washed away from everyone's faces upon seeing it, and hearing what was to follow.

"She has moments left, I'm afraid. I'm so sorry, but I can't save her." the doctor said before making his way up the stairs.

Grell turned to the man that was tied to the cell door and asked, "Is he dead?"

"He was stabbed with a human's knife, so he's merely wounded." Sebastian answered.

"True, but look on page forty-one of your to-die list, Grell." William ordered.

Grell looked in her book before she fixated a deadly glare at the man tied to the door and walked to him, the clicking of her shoes against the concrete filling the air with more stillness and quiet intensity than before.

"It should be you dying, you monster. You should be dying for what you did, not her." she said with ice cold bitterness in her voice. "My daughter, who did nothing to hurt you and gave up her arm and her life for the good of others, is dying in a pool of her own blood, while you, who made her be in this condition simply because she was related to the demon that killed your horrible wife, just have some wound."

She snarled, gripping her death scythe, and said, "That's going to change."

Grell swung her death scythe across the pathetic reaper's lower abdomen, slicing him apart with one fell swoop. The cinematic record started to spiral out, but was then sliced by her as well. The man was limp and lifeless, but that wasn't enough for Grell, who then sliced an "x" across his chest, sliced across his neck, and through his the bit of his abdomen that was still attached to that half of him.

She took a few deep breaths before she sobbed freely as Sebastian held her close.

"Our daughter is dying, Sebastian." she sobbed. "If I hadn't followed that man, she'd still be-"

"It's not your fault, Grell." he said. "I should have been there. I should have always been there. I'm sorry."

"I knew this was going to happen." she sobbed.

"What are you talking about?" Sebastian asked.

"A few days ago, when I was looking through my death list to see if I could get the souls collected early so I could find Mara something to congratulate her for passing her exam, I-I saw her name and picture on one of the pages. I hoped to God that it was a mistake, but deep down I knew that something awful was going to happen to her on her exam day, and that it would kill her. That's why I made her that bracelet." she said.

"You wanted to make her happy on her last day, even though she didn't know it was so." Sebastian said.

"Yes, but that wasn't the only reason." Grell sobbed. "She was on my death list, so that meant…" she choked on her words.

"You would have had to collect your own daughter's soul." Sebastian finished her sentence.

Grell nodded and said, "It was meant to be one last gesture of love before I… sent her off."

She continued crying as Sebastian kept her in his embrace.

The blond girl started crying as well, and William's eyes became glassy. The blonde boy looked like he was about to cry from frustration.

"Why, damn it!?" he yelled, slamming his fist on the ground. "Why does everyone that actually makes my life tolerable die!?"

"Erican, this isn't about you." the blonde girl sobbed, looking at him. "Mara's the one that's...that's…"

She couldn't finish her sentence before she succumbed to her tears and continued sobbing.

She sniffed and said, "Maybe she'd have a chance if you didn't-"

"I know, alright? I know everything that I've done, and it was all for something that I never truly understood one bit! I never understood her internal struggle, and I blindly tried to kill her just because her father killed my mother, but I never knew that it was because he only tried to protect Mara!" Erican shouted. "If I could take anything back or fix anything in my wasteful and useless life, it would be that I never kept pursuing her, I never tried to go after her, that I never breathed a word of it to my father! I'm sorry, okay? If I could give her my life, I would do it in a heartbeat!"

That won't be necessary.

After repositioning my hood again so it hid my face with the aid of the shadows, I walked over to Grell and said, "I can save her if you allow me to."

"She's already on the death list, and she's too far along for an exception from it. It's not like it would work, anyway. Demons are excluded from them. There's nothing you can do." Grell sobbed.

My eyes flickered hot pink as I said, "Yes, there is. That list doesn't account for the presence of my kind."

Grell looked at me and said, "In that case, please do whatever you need to save her. I'm begging you, whoever you are."

Sebastian looked at me and nodded stoically.

I walked over and said the same thing to the blonde girl and the others, and they nodded. I walked over and knelt by Mara's side and took a deep breath as I positioned my hands over her.

Blue light expelled from my hands and I spread one across her wounds from the mace and one across her arm socket, healing them both. I didn't give her a new arm, though, nor did I heal her other cuts, because I didn't want to do more than what was needed. Then, I pressed my hand on her chest and expelled a spark of light to put some life back into her.

I saw her breathe in deeply and saw her eyelids squeeze a bit as color returned to her ashen face, which assured me and everyone else, as told by their relieved faces, that she was going to be fine. Knowing that, I walked away and made my way up the stairs.

Then, amongst voices of relief and joy, I heard footsteps behind me.

"There's no need to thank me." I said without turning around. "Don't expect me to tell you how I did that, either. I barely know anything as to how I've discovered that ability."

"Understood." my follower said. "I would simply like to know why you did that. Care to enlighten me?"

I sighed before taking off my hood and turning around.

"Consider that your payment, Sebastian." I said, looking him in the eye.

Sebastian seemed somewhat taken aback, whether it was because he didn't recognize me at first, or because he didn't expect me to give back for lending his power and services so long ago.

Either way, he smiled and bowed, putting his hand over his chest.

"Yes, My Lord."

I smiled slightly before putting my hood back on and leaving the scene.

A/N: Aww, wasn't that nice? I'll post the last two chapters next week. Until then, farewell, my darling readers.