Chapter 15 Lilith

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Undertaker sat up quickly as the screams continued, followed by bangs and crashes. Grell woke up with a gasp, his eyes wide with surprise and a look of fear. The red head instantly looked at the door and watched how the light that seeped in from underneath it flickered at the movement outside.

"W-What's going on, Undertaker?" He asked shakily, his eyes darting to the silver haired Reaper's face. He was shivering from his exhaustion and the fear he was feeling from his comrades screams. Undertaker's eyes were still visible as his hair was still tucked back, the green-gold orbs lighting up the dark room.

The silver haired Reaper swallowed hard and looked to the door, then back at Grell. He stared the red head right in the eyes, making sure that he saw that Undertaker was just as nervous as he was.

"Demons."

Grell's eyes widen and he instantly tried to get out of the bed, but Undertaker stopped him, grabbing his shoulder and gently pushing him back down on the bed. Grell tried to fight back, hatred from the demons and worry for the rest of his kind clearly in his eyes. Undertaker kept him from getting up, shaking his head all the while.

"No, Grell, you can't help them in your condition, darling."

The red head growls, looking up at Undertaker pleadingly. "You can't expect me to just lay here while everyone else gets killed!" The elder Reaper sighed and shook his head. "They'll worry about you being out there and that worry will distract them. So please, just lie down, and I'll handle everything."

Undertaker stood up straight once more and walked to the door, picking his Scythe which had been leaning against the table, but as soon as he reached for the doorknob Grell cried out for him to wait. The silver haired man turned to look at Grell, seeing that the red head was watching him worriedly.

"Please say that you'll come back alive. That you all will…"

The red head spoke pleadingly, and his eyes seemed to almost reflect a distant memory, a shadow that haunted the normally optimistic red headed man. Undertaker raised a now visible silver eyebrow, his eyes lighting with concern at the younger Reaper's curious expression. But, the silver haired man still answered the red headed one's question.

"I promise, we'll all be alright. I'm going to lock the door once I leave, alright?"

Grell smiled slightly and nodded, urging Undertaker answer the others' screams. Undertaker nodded and opened the door, the screams instantly becoming louder as they were no longer muffled. He quickly made his exit and shut the door behind him, turning around and, with a simple twist of a long dark nail, locked the door.

He immediately turned back around, taking in the horrible sight before him.

Groups of Reapers and Demons were fighting each other in the infirmary lobby, and Undertaker could hear the screams and cries of both sides echo throughout the building. The silver haired watched with wide open eyes as the white tile of the lobby turned red with blood and horror and rage filled his limbs as he watched as his fellow Reapers are beaten.

He had raised his Scythe and was about to join the fray when a voice stopped him. He turned to see Will, Scythe at the ready, watching him. That's when he noticed that worried look in Will's normally emotionless eyes.

Undertaker stepped close, a sense of alarm coming over him. He drew Will away from the fray as much as he could, speaking to him in a low tone. "Is she here?"

William shook his head and was about to open his mouth when everything in the room went silent. Undertaker and turned their heads to see the ranks of the demons parting, allowing a single female demon through. Undertaker's eyes widen and Will gasps quietly.

"Lilith."

I'm so sorry for it being so short, but I just got some pretty bad news and I… just can't continue writing. I just can't think straight. Drop a review if you can and wish me well.

-zgirl16