Warning for all my readers, some ClaudexWilliam is coming up in a later chapter...Ew...Incest! LOLZ! XD

ANYHOW, hearing Hellfire from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame makes me think of what is to become of William! DX...Just sad what I make him out to be...

Few moments prior

The three reapers-Ronald, Eric, and William-held Grell down as he violently jolted about his bed. The bed was close to collapsing, but if they allowed Grell to tremor so violently, he could severely injure himself. Thin layers of dried, dead skin crackled and began to peel under their hold. Scarce fluids followed them to their descent as they floated downward toward the ground.

"Gregory, goddammit!" Ronald cursed, restraining Grell's writhing legs. They had put him in restraints earlier, now each leather belt had been torn, "Get something to salvage him!"

"Got it!" he rushed in, slamming a large needle into his heart. Grell screamed in his sleep, stiffening up as the three reapers backed away slightly. He stayed like that for a moment, his cracked skin turning white and then opaque like a cocoon opening up. His breathing stabilized, his body went lax. The reapers sighed in relief.

"What was that you gave him?" Eric asked, wiping his nose with the back of hand. Gregory stared at Grell wide-eyed.

"That's what's scaring me..." he whispered softly, his eyes getting wider as Grell sat up, roughly pulling the syringe out of his chest. He looked around, the dead skin clinging to him as other bits fell off. He reached up to touch his face (which had been partially wrapped) and tore the gauze off. Large flakes of dead skin followed-something about his face was different. The reapers watched in slight awe; what was so different? His features, such as his wide, almond shaped eyes, thin lips, and rather lovely shaped nose remained the same, but his features seemed fuller and more...Shapely? Was that the word? No, he looked almost new, the skin of his face at least seemed new. He rubbed his eyes, the light hurt them; his eyelashes were longer. He could tell when his rubbing did not deter his fake eyelashes away from his lids; he hadn't been wearing any.

"Hm...?" he rubbed his head.

"Grell?" William approached him and laid his hand on the hand in Grell's hair, "Are you well?"

"Mmm...Stiff..." he mumbled, voice shaky and a tad light.

"Stiff? It's the gauze," William deduced.

"No...Stiff, and itchy!" Grell whined, voice a tad lighter than normal. He began clawing at his abdomen, he tore his medical gown even getting at his skin.

"Grell, calm down!" William urged, holding him down to keep him from clawing at his abdomen. The red reaper whined and wriggled, trying to get William off of him. The brunette noted something just then, that was not just gauze he saw under the shredded medical gown, but a shield of wrinkled, dry skin was starting to break away. He slowly reached his hand down to study Grell's abdomen, who cooed accordingly as the silk of William's glove soothed the itching skin. Something crinkled beneath his hand, he grasped the gauze and tore it off-along with something else-SKIN! Dry layers of skin followed, revealing a new layer and more!

Ronald and Gregory's jaws dropped, Eric covered his eyes, and William continued to stare with a rather stiff expression. The arches of Grell's hips and ribcage were always a little more prominent than normal, feminine even, but his waist was sunken in and accentuated the curves of his middle. A new curve was in place as well, instead of flat pectoral muscles there were soft, small, milky-white breasts in place. If not for the fact that Grell was afraid of showing utter happiness over his transformation and divulging his deal with the rogue reaper and recent inmate he would've been jumping for joy. Eagerly he squeezed his thighs together, feeling no sign of manhood but instead something else.

Undertaker had been honest.

"Grell...?" Gregory started shyly as William removed his jacket and place it over Grell's bare chest.

"I want every available test done, whatever the demon did there is a backside to it, and I demand to find a way to stop those negative results," William ordered before turning to Ronald and Eric, "Well, what are you staring at? Get your Warden something to eat and drink,"

Once Grell had been fed and had drank Gregory drew a few viles of blood, did a physical examination, and withdrew to the lab do to some tests. The phyiscal examination proved without a doubt that Grell's internal anatomy had changed; he felt he had a formed a uterus and healthy breast glands best fit for a female. It was only a matter of time, he deduced, before further changes manifested. He seemed horrified and also concerned, he hadn't yet shared his fears with his superiors, he wanted to confirm his suspicions with the results. All the while Grell nibbled on a tea cookie, William's jacket wrapped around her shoulders as she hummed. Oh, she was so happy! She couldn't wait to go home and celebrate with a cup of wine and put all her dresses to better use! Besides her, William sat, he hadn't said much to her as he stared down at the ground, resting his elbows on his knees with his head between his palms. Why wouldn't he look at her? She had a new medical dress on, was he just frightened? Did he know? Grell reached her hand out and gently stroked William's hair, smiling at him warmly.

"Something wrong? Will~i~am?" she pouted cutely, "Have I taken your breath away?"

"Do I need to remind you that our kind do not breathe?" William mumbled, sitting up to look her in the eyes. If not for his own comfort than to assure her he was well.

"Oh, that's right," Grell cooed, playfully tapping his nose, "But you seem so tense,"

She patted the spot next to her, "Come here, sit next to me,"

"Why?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"Just trust me, hm, Will~i~am?" Grell purred, running her fingers through his hair.

William sighed, "If I do will you stop calling me with that ridiculous intonation?"

"Oh~ So mean!" Grell frowned cutely, "But okay, I will. Just come and sit next to me,"