The Demon's Mark Chapter 5
A week had past and there hadn't been a sign or scent of Sebastian and Will had agreed to let Ronald start collecting again.
The blonde was glad to be back in the field. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop in London. He missed the cool breeze of London in springtime. His assignment had led him into an alleyway. The man scheduled to be reaped had been drinking and had stumbled in the alley as planned. The man soon fell motionless onto the pavement. Ronald looked at his watch.
"4 o'clock as planned." He said to himself as he lifted his lawnmower and landed on the cobblestone road.
He started his scythe up and the silver cinematic record started to play. He watched the person's life play out before him.
"James Alan Smith. Born June 14, 1870 died March 12, 1889 of kidney failure. No additional remarks." He said as the record ended.
He leaned against his lawnmower and stamped a "Complete" on the man's file. His eyes widened as he caught wind of a familiar scent, but it was too little too late. He felt a hand around his throat as his back pressed against a male stature.
"Shhh….be still Ronald."
Ronald froze as he recognized the voice belonging to Sebastian Michealis. He shut his eyes and tried to bite back the pain of the now burning mark.
"What do ya want, Michealis?" He groaned as Sebastian caressed his neck.
"I'm checking on you. After all in nine months you will have my heir." Sebastian whispered to him.
Ronald's eyes widened. He was a male and as far as he was concerned, males couldn't bare children.
"Why me? Why not old man Sutcliff?" Ronald asked, he was still shaking up over the recent news.
Sebastian smirked.
"You're a strong reaper, stronger than Grell. Plus a half reaper, half demon child would be stronger than both of us." Sebastian explained, grazing a hand across Ronald's stomach.
The blonde shivered at the touch.
"What if it's more reaper than demon?" Ronald countered, trying to hide his fear.
"He will show his demon side later in life." Sebastian replied, surprised at Ronald's cleverness.
Ronald felt the demon leave his side. As he did, the blonde crumpled to the ground, kneeling on the now bloodstain pavement. How was he going to explain this to William?