A mass of red, shimmering stars appeared at the bottom of the grand golden staircase, and a moment later, Grell materialized, landing in a most inelegant position - with head smack down on the shiny polished ground and legs high in the air.
"So you're back from your most recent bout of creating mayhem in the real world, are you?" A stern, cold voice resonated all around, instantly bringing the sloppy Death God to his feet. His face stretched into a somewhat pitying smile as he registered the frowning face of the oh-so-ridiculously-sensible one.
"Well, hello Will!" Grell grinned. He found it fun to annoy William sometimes by smiling and grinning excessively and unnecessarily when they meet.
William snorted, and mumbled something incomprehensible. The impeccably dressed Grim Reaper huffed, somewhat annoyed, turned and walked back the way he came, saying emotionlessly, "I'll be watching your every move, Grell."
Grell watched and waited until he could no longer hear William's footsteps anymore. He disliked that guy...dragging him away by his beautiful red hair like that every time he broke the rules ever so slightly. William Spears could never be any better than downright annoying.
Grell remembered what he had come back for - his powerful chainsaw that had been forcibly taken away. He needed to steal it back, and be ready for the danger and perils that seemed to fill the path of Grell's near future. Slowly and carefully, he tiptoed across the floor and up the staircase. The place was very quiet, and he felt relieved if not slightly unsettled. What he was about to do could very possibly get him killed, for sneaking into a forbidden room and stealing a weapon was breaking two of the most important laws, but then again, it could potentially be the beginning of something that he had wished for for a long time. It had been on his mind for weeks, nagging and chewing away at him like a worm would on an apple. He had to do it sooner or later, and while he still had the courage born from the burst of frustration before, he might as well do it now. It all started on thatday...Grell paused as he recalled what had happened...
A few weeks ago...
Grell could never remember being more pissed in his life than at that moment - the moment when he failed, once again, to pass the Test and rise up in position. He had been stuck for some hundred years now, hacking meaninglessly away at anyone whose name was in his Death book every night. And what was worse? His chainsaw had been degraded down as a result of using it in ways that were 'against the law', meaning he had to work at a much slower pace now. Besides, this new position he had so persistently hoped for leaved extra time for him to do other things...he had a new hobby now, and a very interesting one too. Stalking was his new area of expertise. He had been stalking the oh-so-lovely demon for more than a year now, watching and enjoying his every movement. As he hurried vigorously down the carpeted narrow corridor, he heard muffled voices coming from inside closed double doors. Grell, being the emotionally unstable, curious type, pressed his ears against the door and listened in to what they were saying.
"So, Ronald, you're saying that there is a special stone that meddles with an entity's feelings and emotions, and you want to know where to find it? Is that the reason why you searched for me and called me here for a private conversation?"
The other sighed. "Yes, Undertaker. I had asked William-senpai that I needed knowledge vital to someone of my position, and he told me that you were a reliable source of information. Do you know anything?"
The Undertaker was silent for a moment. "This stone...it meddles with feelings, you say? Hmmm, that sounds somewhat familiar. It was a few hundred years ago when I was an official in the Management Level, but I remember quite clearly. It used to be big news, but no one had, and still doesn't have enough evidence to prove it. It is said that for one to find such a stone, he would have to battle a series of supernatural opponents, and when each of them lies dead at their feet, a letter of the Awakening Name of the stone and a clue of where to find it will appear in the opponent's Cinematic Record. Thus, when all opponents are dead, a riddle and name will be formed, and when this riddle is solved, the exact location of the stone is revealed, and the Awakening Name will have to be said in a certain way in order for the stone to be activated."
There was silence in the room for a moment, as Ronald registered what the Undertaker had just said, and Grell took his leave. The elation he felt was like nothing before. There was finally a way to turn his one-sided love into something else altogether. He had heard enough already to make his head throb with ideas and his hands itch to take up his chainsaw...the sharp, stainless steel chainsaw that they had taken away and replaced with a dull, rusty one. He would steal it back, and soon...
So now, here he was. He pulled himself out of his reverie of the past, and focused on not making a sound, which was a challenge for him especially as his body buzzed with nervousness. Quietly, he made his way to the room with the gold embedded sign "Temporary Confiscation Scythe Room". He tried the shiny silver handle, but it was locked. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a piece of thin wire, and biting his lower lip with concentration, slipped it inside the skull-shaped keyhole and jiggled it around, trying to find a catch that he could turn.
"Guess staying with that Red Lady did prove to be of help. I never thought picking a lock would be something I would do one day..." he mumbled.
Finally, something clicked, the handle turned, and the door creaked open. A sliver of moonlight glinted off the steely blade of the red chainsaw, and Grell, almost forgetting himself, swallowed down a whoop of delight, almost choking himself. He twirled silently inside and picked up the chainsaw, waving it around in delight. Dancing crazily outside again, Grell locked the door behind him, and hurried back down the hallway. That was easier than he had expected...way easier. He giggled, long hair flying out behind him as his first personal mission was accomplished.