"I suppose it does, Mr. Sutcliffe," Sebastian responded, walking toward him. Lily walked beside him. She was startled, not because of the chainsaw, but because of Grell's appearance. He had long, red hair, glasses with red frames, clothed in red from head to toe, and had sharp teeth.

"Mr. Michaelis is too formal of a name for you. I'll call you Bassy."

Grell's voice was also different. It was more vibrant. He looked and sounded very energetic. Lily liked Grell's true form; the other one was so stiff and formal.

"I never expected to see one of your kind pretend to have such a mundane occupation," Sebastian said, emotionlessly.

"I could say the same about you, Bassy. It's unusual to see a demon as a butler. You're playing the part of the faithful dog."

"What would a reaper be doing masquerading as a bookkeeper?"

"My, my, you're quite a no-nonsense man. That makes you quite irresistible."

Immediately, Lily felt a surge of emotion. Anger? No. Was it…jealousy? She put the feeling aside and said, going off-topic, "You look much better this way, Mr. Sutcliffe."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow as Grell smiled, pleased. "You really think so?"

"Please, my lady, don't encourage him."

"Yes. I know what it's like to hide your true self. Besides, brown didn't really suit you."

"I know," Grell said, dramatically. "It's awful. It's the color of mud. Ugh."

Lily looked at the dead body and watched the film coming out of him. "What is that?"

"That is called a synthetic record. It shows the person's life in the form of pictures. It only comes out after they are dying. Then the reaper decides if the person is worthy of living or not."

Lily watched it closely. The man's life was a fairly average one. He grew up in a low-class family, and he became a fisherman. He got married and had a family. Nothing extraordinary, but that was no reason to have his life cut short. "You have to let him live," she said.

"Don't tell me how to do my job, kid."

"He didn't deserve to die. He did nothing wrong."

"He also didn't do anything worthy of being saved. Reapers only let the people who are needed by the world continue to live."

Lily lowered her head. "What an awful way to think. I could never…"

The chainsaw went off to reap the man's soul, and Lily continued to look down. "Cheer up, kid. Just be glad I don't have to use this on you yet."

Sebastian glared. "Are you threatening my mistress?"

"Ooo, you are so handsome when you are trying to be intimidating," Grell said, winking at him. "Don't you like my scythe, though? I modified it, myself."

"I will ask again: Are you threatening my mistress?"

"Why do I care about a brat? Let's talk about us. Oh, Bassy, I know you and I would be just wonderful together. What do you say?"

Lily, still looking down, frowned and clenched her fists. Her blood was boiling, and she felt herself losing control. She grabbed a loose brick and threw it at Grell. He fell backwards. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He screamed. Standing up, he said, "I'll get you for that, you little worm!"

Grell charged at her with his scythe, but Sebastian stopped him. "Why are you protecting her?! What is so special about her?!" the reaper screamed.

Calmly, Sebastian replied, "She is my mistress, and I her butler. She owns every part of me, from my soul down to the last hair."

"Well, I can change that. I can't let such a handsome man go."

"I'm afraid I can't let you harm her. It is my duty to protect my mistress. It's quite a shame you want to attack her after she complimented your style."

"Yes, well, she tried ruining my beautiful face. You know, Bassy, I think you would look better in red, as well. Black doesn't suit you." He ran his chainsaw again. "So, who's first? I think I'll dress the brat first."

Sebastian didn't let Grell harm Lily. Lily knew that Sebastian would be alright, but the reaper said if the scythe cut the demon, the demon would die like a human would. There had to be something she could do to help her butler.

Sebastian and Grell were now on the rooftops, fighting. Lily yelled out, "Your style is great, but your hair is atrocious!"

The reaper looked at Lily and glared. "There is nothing wrong with my hair! I work on it 3 hours a d-"

The distraction gave Sebastian an advantage, and he was able to overpower Grell. Soon, Grell fell on the ground, and Sebastian advanced toward him. "Just say the word, my lady, and I shall rid of him."

Lily paused. Grell was shaking in fear. Sebastian was holding the chainsaw and intended to kill the reaper. "No, Sebastian. Do not kill him," Lily finally said.

The butler looked surprised. "My lady?"

"I said no."

Grell looked as shocked as Sebastian did, but before either of them could speak, another man showed up. He looked much more formal than Grell. He introduced himself as William Spears, another reaper. He and Sebastian didn't seem to like each other. Soon, William was dragging Grell away. Lily ran to them and said, "Wait! I need to ask Grell some questions."

"I'm sorry, young lady. We simply don't have time for questions." Lily protested, but that didn't keep William from leaving with Grell.

Lily stood, looking into the darkness that the two reapers disappeared into. Sebastian came up behind her. "You didn't have to try to assist me; I could have handled it by myself."

Choked up, the teenage girl said, "Yes, I know. I was scared that he was going to kill you."

"My lady, you are too kind. What is the matter?"

"This whole night was useless! We found out nothing!"

"I wouldn't say useless. We learned that Grell is a grim reaper."

"So? That is irrelevant to my mission. One year…and I have gotten nowhere."

"Have faith, my lady; I am sure we will see him again. Be patient. I think our next move should be to talk to Viscount Druitt. He might have some information."

"Yes…I suppose. But what of this man?"

"He will be found and taken care of in the morning."

"I will go to his funeral."

"Really, mistress, you need not concern yourself with everyone in London."

"A small gesture of kindness will not hurt anyone, but it will mean the world to someone. What? Do you regret being bound to such a benevolent soul?"

"Not at all."

"You prefer that I be evil and cruel. Well, Mr. Michaelis, I'm afraid that I have to be a disappointment to you."

"A disappointment? I have no such feelings. I am only here to serve you, nothing more, nothing less. And…Mr. Michaelis, is it now?"

A small smile crept across Lily's lips. "You are right. I prefer Sebastian."

As they walked toward home, Sebastian asked, "My lady, why did you throw that brick at Grell? He wasn't being that threatening at the time. Annoying, yes, but not particularly violent."

Lily said nothing, so Sebastian dropped the subject, but not without a smirk.