It's definite, Jeffre Star's "Get Away With Murder" is so Undey in the new chappy of the manga...If you look deep enough.
Grell eyes were wide and attentive as she silently toured the small shop. It was rather dark, with much less red than she preferred, but it wasn't boring or listless. Many beakers and sealed jars sat upon the shelves, filled with embalming substances, spices and perfumes for corpses, dissected organs in a sort of preserving chemicals. There were also samples of human bones on the shelves, a table of medical tools (for aiding in her lover's profession no doubt,) customized cosmetics for his customers, and a few coffins littered across the floor and propped up against the walls. Between the caskets propped up there would either be a neatly stacked pile of dusty, worn books or a medical mannequin that depicted the skeletons or internal organs, some systems even specified in the plastic statues.
It was obvious he had a forensic background due to all the sciences depicted by those few certain possessions such as bones, even stranger medical tools, and the mannequins. And she could only go so far to the small trunks in the room, they all were locked except for one, which her lover was looking through.
"Ah, here it is. One of my few tins left of," he pulled a tea-tin out of the trunk, blew the dust off, and opened it to smell the creamy leaves, "A very rare tea, it is no longer made anywhere else in the world,"
He closed the tin and turned to the door at the end of the room, obviously leading to the kitchen, "Do make yourself comfortable. I'll be back with some tea,"
"Oh, I don't know if can make it so long without you," Grell pouted, sitting down on one of the coffins, "But I'll tread until you return,"
Undertaker's voice cracked slightly, as if from laughter, before disappearing into the kitchen. Solemnly, he wondered what he was going to do with Grell. He saw her superior watching the two make love at the spring, hence why he had stopped (much to Grell's frustration.) There was no way her superior could deduce that he had anything to do with her transformation, after all, the Thorns he left within her chest were meant to provide an essence of an incomplete Demon Curse. They were harmless, and would disappear in time. These Thorns were a side-effect of his darker studies in the past. Maybe he wanted to make amends for what he had done to himself and his customers, but he wasn't feeling guilt for what he had done. Beauty was such a scarce and yet defined concept in this world, no one appreciated his work.
All he knew was that Grell was safe from becoming a mindless drone bent on the consumption of souls, technically speaking, she wasn't flesh but pure soul made flesh. There was nothing in the depths of her blood or flesh, just endless energy and life. Yet despite she would not be harmed he had a dead feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong, he felt it. If William found out it would be Grell's head and his own life. He doubted though William would harm Grell...The look in his eyes when he saw the two together disproved any of those thoughts. Michaelis had cursed another behind his back.
"Careful now," Undertaker chuckled as he held the beaker under Grell's lips. She wasn't used to drinking from a cup such as this and some of the tea kept spilling out the breached side despite her own grip. Grell giggled, swallowing what remained in the beaker before lowering the beaker and licking her lips. Her chin and some of her cheek had been splashed by the tea, "You might spill,"
"I already did," she smirked seductively.
Undertaker leaned back against the wall, this coffin wasn't left in the empty space of the ground. He often found himself wanting to press his back against a wall after bending over to deal with the dead for the period of the working day. Immortal he was but pain-resistant he was not, "What do you think of my humble abode?"
"A tad dusty, a little somber for my taste," Grell commented, "It has a homey feeling to it though, you spend a lot of time in here,"
"Ah, yes, I do," he smiled, "I haven't had much of a reason to go out,"
There was a short silence, "So, which coffin was Sebas-chan in?"
"The one you're sitting on," Undertaker pouted, "Shame, I should've made him all pretty before setting him free,"
"Where did he go?" Grell inquired.
"To Russia, but I trust he's not needed here," he leaned into Grell's face, using his sleeve to wipe away the tea on her cheek, "How's the tea, dearie?"
Grell's smirked widened, "Sweet and creamy, my love,"
She leaned into his face, "But not nearly as sweet and creamy as you are,"
As she made to kiss him she found his finger pressing against her lips, "Not yet my love,"
He cupped her cheek, "Perhaps we should legitimize our relationship first. Just as life does upon death,"
Grell's eyes went wide in excitement and also what appeared to be shock, "Legitimize? As in, marriage?"
The mortician chuckled, almost falling over and laughing at Grell's reaction. Of course that was what he meant, he wanted to legitimize their infantile relationship. It didn't seem right for him to leave her in such an unsteady fidelity after what the two had done. It had nothing to do with sex, despite how wonderful it had been for the two to experience each other in such a deep, passionate way. It was about his work. As harsh as it sounded to an unscientific ear, this reaper was a product of his work as well. He would not let it slip so easily from his fingers like his previous bodies did. She belonged to him just as much as his heart was hers, and her heart, bound by those decaying thorns, was his alone.
Perhaps someday it'd end up in a canopic jars? He'd always wanted to defy Heaven when torn apart, his soul had surpassed the stars. Parts of it, he was certain, were lost in the black space of time. He turned his head aside, giving Grell a moment to think without the burden of his gaze, when he realized it was snowing outside. The nun-like earth had reached her end, and was receding into gestation. Life had just mated to death.
The next chappy is a small time-skip, jsyk