"Sylvia Grace…Wake up…"

"U-Undertaker…?"

The half reaper-half demon child opened her eyes to see her father standing there. Blood covered her chest, yet she felt nothing. She never had really. Pain was something completely alien to her.

"See you've been hurt…huh?" Her father asked, waving a dog biscuit in front of his face. His eyes glowed at the sight of his daughter. He hardly ever got to see her.

"Y-Yes, GateKeeper was wounded by Earl Alois Trancy." She said, standing up and sliding the hood on her head off. Her gray hair and bangs tumble out, showing her youth. "Earl Alois Trancy is a demon now Undertaker!"

"I can see." Her father said, taking a bite out of the bone-shaped treat. "But other things happened here too, correct my daughter?"

She nodded, looking over at her long black nails that her and her father shared. "Yes. Many half-demons died today. Their human souls were taken. They're Cinematic Records, however, were not collected and lost."

"Don't be so sure, Sylvia." Her father said, shaking his head. "After all, their bodies are still present, no?"

"Yes…" She replied. "GateKeeper believes so. The sword Alois Trancy used was covered in blood and flesh, but the bodies of his victims are good enough to still hold a record."

"Fantastic." He said, brushing the gray bangs out of his face and showing his yellow owl-like eyes. "Bring me to their corpses…"

"Yes, Undertaker." GateKeeper said, reaching into her sleeve to retrieve a long black scythe that resembled her father's. "Follow me and you'll be safe. After all, Shinigamis are not exactly welcome around here…"

"It doesn't matter." Undertaker said, walking ahead of his daughter. "These Cinematic Records will be quite a treat to watch, my love. Follow me and witness it yourself."

Sylvia (or The GateKeeper) followed after him, keeping her eyes out of any other demons running around the place. After the action Alois Trancy had made, the demons surrounding the area had stirred, and had not since settled down.

Soon the father and daughter found the Web of the Faustus family, and the corpses of the family lay in bloody heaps on the floor. Each had a stab clean through the heart, leaving origins and blood vessels askew all over the ground. It, to Sylvia, was rather beautiful yet ugly at the same time.

"Hmm…" Undertaker looked over the many corpses before facing the female one. She looked about the same age as the Reaper-Demoness, yet painted in blood and having a hole going right through her body changed that. Not to mention that green hair. "This one's memories are very interesting…"

He raised his mighty Death Scythe and brought it down upon the girl's head. Instantly, reels of the girl's memory leaked out of her wound, wrapping around the world, happy to be free. "What is amazing about her life?" She asked, raising her hand to touch the precious reels.

Undertaker took her hand and said before touching a piece of film along with her. "This is a tale of a child who murdered her own brother for her father to accept her. You know the show will be entertaining just from that…"

…...

The breeze of the summer's day ran through a little girl's cropped green hair, making her giggle as pollen tickled her face. She was standing in a grassy field behind her mansion, soaking up the warm rays of the sun in pure happiness.

The girl was no older than five, for her face was so young and full of innocence and babyish. Her normally short dark green hair was light and flowing in the wind, as careless as she. A single little daisy sat in her ear, and made her appearance even cuter.

"Samantha!"

The small child turned from looking at the grass to the direction of the voice of her mother. Her mother stood near the back entrance of the mansion, her face smiling. In her arms was her newborn baby, a boy, who had the same face as his mother. "Samantha!" She called again, "Dinner!"

"Coming!" She yelled back, running through the grass to her. "Is Daddy here today?!"

At the mention of him, Samantha's mother's expression went from happy to sullen. "Oh, y-yes, he is. Daddy is already here actually."

A smile brightened Samantha's lips and she ran inside without another word. "Daddy! Daddy!"

A tall dark figure saw the girl running towards him, and leaned down to her level. He had tousled black hair and glasses that fell neatly onto his perfect looking nose. "Hello dear."

"Daddy! I missed you!" Samantha said, hugging her father tightly and smiling brightly. "Why did you go away for so long? I don't understand…"

"Sorry." He said, smiling back and picking her up in his arms. "I've been rather…busy. So how is your little brother?"

"James? He's loud at night! I can't sleep!" Samantha said, chuckling as she talked. "But I'm glad Daddy is home! You ARE staying for awhile, right? Please!"

"I'm sorry Samantha, but I can only stay for dinner…Well a little bit after dinner anyway." Claude said, fixing his tie. "After all, I want some…bonding time with my little prodigy."

"Pro-di-gy!" Samantha said, sounding the unfamiliar out to herself. "Yay! That's what I am!"

"Did Mummy say anything about Daddy to you…?" Claude whispered in a low voice to his daughter, making sure the very person they were discussing was nowhere in sight. "Anything at all...?"

"Not really…" The five year old said, relaying her thoughts. "She doesn't really like talking about Daddy. I don't know why though. Daddy is great!"

"Thank you…" Claude said, his eyes flashing red for a second. "You remember what I taught you last time I visited, correct?"

"Of course!" Samantha said, her thoughts wandering to that time. "I'm a angel! A dark angel!"

"Shhhhhhh!" Claude commanded his daughter, putting a gloved right hand to her mouth to silence her. "We don't speak about it in public, remember? Mummy still thinks you're a regular human, like her."

"But shouldn't Mummy know?" The little girl took his hand off her mouth and tilted her head like a little lost puppy. "I can do lots of good if I'm an angel, right?! I bet you help lots of people out, right Daddy?!" Her eyes glowed bright at just the thought of it. "I wanna be just like Daddy when I grow up!"

At this, Claude smirked. "Good…I aim to make you just like me. Together, we'll be the best dark angels ever! Helping people…get their revenge…Right honey?"

"Yeah!" Samantha giggled then whispered into Claude's ear, "Daddy, James is a dark angel as well! When he gets mad I've seen his eyes turn red! Just like mine and yours do! Can we train him to be a cool dark angel as well?"

"I do not see why not." Claude said, rising to his feet. "But enough talk of this, we have dinner."

Samantha nodded and ran into the hallway. However, her mother's commanding voice from the room she was just in peaked her curiosity. She poked her head around the corner to see them talking to one another.

"You monster! Training our daughter to be like you!?" She shrieked, fury roaring in her voice. "And I thought I banned you from here after James was announced!"

"You cannot ban someone like me, Veronica." Claude retorted calmly back, "I'm sorry, but human rules do not apply for beings like me. Besides, I'm not done with the amount of heirs I demand from you."

Samantha's mother backed away from him, but soon hit the wall. Fear could be seen from her wide eyes. "N-No! I hate you! I refuse to even be in the same room with you! At first I loved you Claude, but now I only wish for God to take you in His hand and dispose of you!"

Claude laughed at the remark and put his hand upon her face. "Very funny. But all jokes aside, I expect at least two more children before Samantha turns fifteen. After fifteen, their inner demon unleashes. I'll take them away from you the eve of their birthday, and you can just forget about them."

"NO!" Samantha's mother yelled so loud that she ran as far as she could from the fighting parents. "GET AWAY FROM ME! I WON'T LET YOU HAVE MY CHILDREN!"

"Oh dear Veronica, you don't understand. They were never yours…"

...….

"Is the new baby here yet!?" James asked as he pace wildly in the nursery. The young boy was busy biting his black nails to notice the toys scattered around him, and he nearly tripped every five seconds.

Samantha sat crosses legged on the ground, with little Smith on her lap. "No James. Almost though! I just know it!"

"Sammy!" Smith said, squeezing her hand with his chubby one. "Will I still be the cute one after the new baby!?"

"I'm sure you will be Smithy." Samantha said, kissing the back of the young boy's shaggy head. "After all, who can resist your cute little face!"

"I can." James said, chuckling as he made fun of his younger brother. "After all, he's eaten too many cookies to be cute."

"James!" Samantha snapped at her brother in a motherly way. "DO not say that about your younger brother! He is only five! I'm sure his baby fat will disappear soon. Then he'll be as skinny as you."

Smith said nothing, for he was used to being teased. "Thanks Sammy. I looooooove you!"

"I looooooove you too Smithy!" Samantha replied, laughing. "And you too James!"

"I'm too old for that crap!" James pouted, refusing to look at his older sister and little brother. "I'm almost nine! It's stupid!"

"Language James!" Samantha said, correcting him once again. "Honestly, you'll be the man of the house one day! I expect better from you."

"Fine…"James complained before going back to pacing and chewing his nails.

"Children…"

All three kids turned to see their nursemaid, Maria, with sweat drops dripping down her face. As well as...tears…?

"Maria! What is it? Is the baby here?" Samantha asked, fear creeping into her mind. "Why are you crying?"

"Children…I bring terrible news…" Maria played nervously with her dark braided hair as she talked, something she did in dire situations; like when Smith wandered into the forest when he was four. "Your mother…she died giving birth to Hugh…"

Samantha didn't trust her ears. Her mother…she couldn't be dead…no way. She sprang up, knocking Smith off of her and grabbed onto Maria's dress hem. "N-No! NO! Tell me your lying! You're lying Maria!"

Maria only leaned down and put her hand on Samantha's shoulder, trying desperately to calm down her mistress. "Lady Samantha…I'm so sorry. She is dead…"

Tears stained Samantha's perfect vision, and whimper escaped her lips. "Mum…"

The fourteen year old then tore right passed her maid, running blindly for her mother's room. When she reached it the doors were lock. "Damn it…" She muttered before kicking it repeatedly. On the last kick her eyes glowed a blood red and on her bare foot's impact, shattered the door into splinters of wood.

Gather around her mother's bed where all the maids in the mansion. They gaped in awe as the door was broken and Samantha ran in. She pushed the other maid away and made it to her mother.

Sure enough, she was dead…

"Lady Samantha…" A maid said, reaching out to touch the girl. "Please do not be u-AAAAAAUUUUUGGGHH!"

The maid that tried touching screamed in extreme pain as her arm was twisted around repeatedly. She fell to the ground and laid there to wither in pain. Eventually she silenced herself, and everyone in that room knew she'd died.

"Damn you all…why didn't you save her?!" Samantha asked the remaining maids quietly. But they didn't hear her. They were already running as fast as they could away from the girl shouting bloody murder.

Next to her lifeless mother's body was a nude baby, still covered in blood and screaming. Hugh…the reason her mother was dead…

Samantha took the baby in her arms and stared at it with pure hatred. "You….YOU!"

Sylvia had to look away from the Cinematic Record as Samantha killed her newborn brother. It was awful and bloody. Even as half a demon and half a Reaper, she had her limits on gore and mutilation.

Once it was over, Samantha was absolutely covered in blood and ruining her yellow sundress. But instead of crying or screaming, she laughed and smiled viscously. "I KILLED YOU!" She shirked to the dead body of her brother. "I KILLED YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A slow clap erupted from the dark unlit corner of the room, and Samantha turned to it to see her father. He had a smug smile on his face, and a look of pride. "My My Samantha, my training as paid off with you."

"I-It has?!" Samantha asked him, twitching uncontrollably in happiness. "That's niceeeeeeeee."

"First kill is the most enticing, huh?" Claude said, putting his arm around her. "Your work was amazing, my love. I am so proud of you…"

Samantha smiled at his praise, "Thank you Father. But what nowwwww? I'm a murderer…"

"You'll go to Hell to await further instructions." Claude said, looking off in the direction of which the boys were. "I'll kill everyone here. You take your brothers with you. You'll know what to do…"

"Yes Father…"

…...

"The rest in unimportant really." Undertaker said, drawing himself and Sylvia out of the records.

"Undertaker…that was grueling yet thrilling." She replied to him, clicking her fingernails against one another. "Now, shall we look at the other children and Claude himself?"

"No dearest." Undertaker said, stuffing a bone biscuit in his and her mouth. "I'd much rather overlook the outcome of Alois Trancy and Nichole…I have a feeling a death shall commence soon between them."

I am SOOO changing the rating now. You all think I must be an insane child now, huh? Sorry everyone, but I LOVE this chapter! I was obsessed with writing it, and it made being sick less annoying. Even though I almost vomited on the keyboard...heh. Luv ya all! Next chapter has Alois and stuff. And yes, this is almost done.