"Ah, the Angel of Death, how are you?"
"Quite well, thank you," Walter replied.
Death nodded and stuck the scythe he was polishing into a large vat of gel.
"It's been quite a while since I saw you," Death said, glancing at a picture on the wall.
Walter stared at the painting and sighed. "Indeed. I cut my own hair these days, generally."
Death, if he could have, would've looked surprised. "With the wires?" he asked.
Walter nodded.
"We should set up a barber shop together," Death said. "We could call ourselves 'Angels of Death'."
"Yes," Walter said, "but what kind of clientele would that attracts?"
"No stranger than the clientele I currently have, I assure you." Death finished cleaning his last scythe and placed it in the gel vat. "Now, since you cut your own hair, what brings you to my humble establishment?"
Walter shrugged. "A desire for something new, I suppose. A change." He coughed. "Plus, I'm not as young as I once was…"
"Of course. Take off your monocle, let out your hair, and sit down in the other room. I'll be right along."
While Death collected his tools, he pondered what the Major had said on his last visit. The implication had been very clear, at least in Death's mind. However, ever since his Master had been bound to the Hellsings, Death had adopted a strict policy of neutrality. He took no sides in any conflict. Neither between heaven and hell, allies and axis, or anything in between. He didn't bother anyone, and they didn't bother him. And his privacy policy for his clients was very strict.
But…
Just between two Angels of Death.
"Your privacy policy is still in effect?" Walter asked nervously as Death entered the room.
Death nodded reassuringly. "Of course. Not a soul will know. About your visit. By the way, Walter, if you should run into some… old friends…"
"Greetings, Father Renaldo," Death said.
Father Renaldo nodded in greeting. "Was that Walter I just saw leaving?"
Death shook his head. "You know my privacy policy, Father Renaldo. I tend to cater to those who don't exist."
Father Renaldo shrugged and looked at Death's counter. "Is this black hair dye?"