Well, Jeffree Star has replaced Lady Gaga in my heart, in the first 10 ranking that is. Here is my ranking:

1) Disturbed

2) Cradle of Filth

3) Nightwish

4) Evanescence

5) H.I.M

6) My Dying Bride

7) Escape the Fate

8) Lacrimosa

9) Jefree Star

10) Lady Gaga

Yep, love HEAVY METAL! XD Emo, gothic...I'ono why, Just do...Jeffree is just so Grell! I mean, he's got his body and tacky and symbolic style...Chainsaw in his videos...WOW...LOVE HIM! XD AND HE CROSS-DRESSES!

It was about nine in the morning when the guards working the night shift left soon after the arrival of the day shift ones. Ronald, Eric, Gregory, and Alan met up in the break room, shared some usual morning talk and coffee, before splitting up into their designated wings. William was there as well, naturally. After that monotonous, morning routine he decided to ready his scythe and explore the Labyrinth. There was a reason it was called The Labyrinth of the Catacombs, it was, quite literally a maze that only the shinigami knew how to get out of. The energies of those faithful many guided them while trapping demons. It was the perfect prison.

Along his walk he yawned a few times, covering his mouth politely despite of the demonic company he so loathed. Demons in waiting for a trial snickered at him, they were normally weaker demons. They were paired about in cells, and sometimes even killed each other. That often saved Grell some paperwork, ah, now she was in his mind again. The bags under his eyes proved how intently he had been thinking about her. Even his co-workers noted how tired he was and that he was especially...for the lack of a better work...crabby this morning. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and leaned against the wall. Maybe he should visit her after work, check up on her? Gregory seemed concerned about her physical condition, as the blood tests weren't out yet, so it seemed logical.

"Hm, thinking about our precious warden?" a monotonous voice run from besides him.

"Pardon?" William responded, turning to the cell-door besides him. He had entered the hall of Death Row, Grell's specialty and favorite place to be. Claude Faustus was staring back at him, wearing his broken glasses on his face once again. He stared at William without emotion and suddenly he grabbed him through the bars. William was pinned against the door of the cell, his back to it as Claude held him back from the inside of the cell though the bars.

"I know what Michaelis did before he died," Claude purred, licking William's earlobe.

"How DARE you-?" William struggled to retrieve his death scythe which had fallen to the ground upon his sudden movement.

"Tell you the truth?" Claude strangled him enough to keep him from talking, "You should know better than anyone, William T. Spears-"

His other arm slipped between the bars, he then slid his fingers over William's chest as if to irritate him further, "-That a demon knows your deepest desires. I may be a demon of Greed, but I am certainly able to identify the mark of a demon of Lust when I see it,"

His fingers trailed downward, almost near William's crotch, "I could give her to you; make her all yours. You've been cursed with lust, William T. Spears. It can kill you or fulfill you,"

"I will never defile the shinigami name by consorting with a demon, for any means," William hissed through his teeth.

"You keep on saying that," Claude spoke calming into William's ear, fingers trailing farther, "Right now I feel that she's writhed against another in ecstasy, moaned his name, and lost her virginity to him while she was enjoying him, wanting him, and he wants her more than anything,"

William made a choking noise in his throat, which was strange because Claude had loosened his grip some bit ago.

"I know you want that to be her, the curse of Lust will never fall...Only persist on and on," Claude released him, "You think about that, Mr. Spears,"

Grell cooed softly as she nuzzled a warm mass behind her, an arm was spread over her shoulder, long black nails caught her view. His long fingers entwined with hers in a never-ending hold. She curled up a bit in order to reach his hand and nuzzle it, oh he was there in the morning. So romantic...Her knight lying besides her and holding her after their night of endless passion! She kissed his hand, cooing his name softly to see if he was awake. Of course, the feel of his warm breath running down her back was quite sensual, maybe she should wait a few minutes more to wake him?

"I'm already awake, dearie," his deep, eerie voice cracked in her ear, nuzzling her, "Mm, sleep well?"

"Oh yes," she breathed sensually, "Dreaming of you provides the deepest sleep of all,"

He chuckled, kissing her upper-arm before laying his head on her shoulder.

"Hm? Something wrong?" Grell asked softly, noting his silence and solemn look as she turned her head.

"Oh no, no," he smiled to reassure her.

"Then why did you look so solemn a moment ago?" Grell pouted.

"Oh, don't frown!" he chuckled turning her onto her back to kiss her, "That Snow White complexion of yours glows when you smile,, like Bathory's mirror in the moonlight"

Grell mewled softly as he cupped her chin and kissed her gently, changing his mouth's position as Grell deepened the kiss. His allowed his body to settle upon hers, becoming slightly aroused as Grell's fingers touched his face while her spare hand wandering down his torso to his crotch. Her intent was obvious, he broke away softly, smiling at her eerily, "Ne, my dear, I want to know everything about you from your birth to your death,"

Maybe he was smirking...