A/N: It's already here~! Ain't that amazing?Anyways uh...anyone else have final exams coming up? I mean...damn! Anyways your reviews have been lovely all of them~! I love you all~!

"You can't be serious, boss! I can't do something so wretched to my mentor!" The silver haired reaper shook his head and righted his glasses. "Boss please, there has to be something else. An exorcist, what about an exorcism?" The old man stared.

"It doesn't work that way, Lieutenant. You need to realise we aren't exactly human anymore. All you can do is kill him. Do it or I will, Lieutenant Slingby," Eric stared at the silver haired reaper with utter shock. The Undertaker was the only person to ever call him Lieutenant anymore. "Well?"

"I'm sorry boss, I can't kill my mentor."

"Then I will, say your goodbyes while you still can."

"Stay away from me! Please, I won't tell a soul what I saw, I swear I won't!" Eric opened his mouth to speak but fell to his knees again, crying out in agony. When he looked back up at the nun, his eyes were glowing red and he was growling at her.

"I can't trust you, holy woman. You'll run to a priest, demand I be exorcised. Have this poor deluded reaper murdered by his own kind...I know your type, woman." The nun went wide eye and shrank back even more, sobbing and praying for something, anything, anyone to save her.

"Eric? Thank God, there you are! Whoa...what's up with your eyes?" Thomas stopped short of running to him and stared silently, shaking his hair out of his eyes. He'd been wandering all over to search for Eric and...why were his eyes glowing? He blinked and took a step forward, squeaking when the saw a scythe flying towards him. "AAAHHH! What the hell was that for?"

"Bugger off, reaper. This doesn't concern you!"

"Boss, be serious. Odds are he's probably long gone by—Will, look out!" Ronald pushed William away from the coming saw and cried out, hissing when it landed and dug into his shoulder. "Ahhhh..." He cringed when it fell away a few reels of his record came flying out.

"Ronald are you alright? God that's a nasty cut...can you still hold up your scythe?" The blond nodded weakly and looked in the direction the saw came from. Both reapers heard a loud crash and stared intently. "Come on, I think we might have found Slingby..."

"Be careful kitten. Eric won't exactly be very approachable if the demon has control of him," The smaller reaper stood panting against the wall, staring again at the vines peeking out from his sleeve. "You should return back to bed, this is no place for a reaper in your condition." He shook his head and straightened up, clinging to his scythe for dear life.

"No...must...find Eric...need to...help him...ohh," he grabbed his chest and fell to his knees, gasping and sobbing. "P-professor..."

"Stay right here, I'll get a wagon!" the old reaper ran back to his shop down the street, returning soon and helping the crumpled reaper into it. "I realise it's not very graceful...but it'll keep your little bit of strength up," Alan nodded and looked up quietly as Undertaker wheeled it to the group of reapers nearby.

"Eric Slingby...Honestly now. I never thought I'd see the day when I would have to confront you in this situation. Unfortunately it seems to have come to-"

"Get to the point, reaper!" Eric growled and lunged at the older brunette, scythes crashing together. Both Ronald and Thomas watched from the sidelines, too stunned to move much like the nun. Her desperate prayers ringing through the air with each crash of metal.

"This has gone far beyond simple termination, Slingby. I've received orders to—AAAHHH! Bastard!" He grabbed his arm as threads of his record began flying out, the bright reels stunning the possessed reaper out of his daze.

"Ahhh...my head...Jesus..." William narrowed his eyes as the older reaper dropped to his knees in pain, grasping his head. He held a hand out to stand up and William took his chance to slice his arm, cutting it at the joint and severing the tendons. "AAAHHHH! William what the hell?"

"This has gone far beyond simply firing you, Slingby. I'm afraid that...you will be erased from dispatch records and executed for your crimes," Eric looked up at the supervisor in shock, barely able to comprehend what he'd just said.