"That's Latin isn't it?" Will asked, adjusting his glasses, "A bit old isn't it?" My grin faded,
"Older than you and your friend combined," I retorted, a sneer on my face. Grell recoiled in surprise,
"How, what does that even mean?" Assuming he was asking about the name, I responded simple and short,
"Beautiful Death." With that, I gathered Jackson and turned to walk away. I was eager to get rid of these pesky little Reapers and get an overview of the supernatural status of the city.
"Wait a second woman, where do you think you're going?" Grell screeched, stomping his foot down, an angry look on his face, "I'm not done with you!" Again he lunged at me. The world around him went silent. The sound of horses hooves clattering, the occasional automobile, and the chatter of locals, all gone. Instead, he collapsed, going partially deaf, a painful eardrum shattering clang ringing through his head. Hood down and cloak fluttering away in the wind, the Reapers got a good look at my form. They barely reached my collarbone and their eyes widened, even the stoic Williams eyes widened even the slightest.
"Who are you? A Demon?" Another shrug to another question,
"I guess I'm something like that," I held my chin in wonder for a hot minute before giving a mischievous grin, "Call me mommy children, give me a hug!" They backed up, extremely wary of me now. "Don't tell me you honestly thought you were the result of suicide?" Silence. "You really don't know your actual past?" They shook their heads. My shoulders sagged before perking up again, "You're born of a supernatural force! When a specific human passes, from suicide, murder, or natural causes, occasionally their souls are strong enough to reincarnate into supernatural beings, my creations, Reapers, my little useful minions." My voice lowered into a more serious tone, my eyes cold, and disappointed, "You've strayed from your true cause though." Shaking my head, I turned to Jackson, and with a blood splatter and an agonized gasp, my hand ripped through his chest, hand coated in blood, grasping a crushed heart. Now, he was just a limp corpse, hanging on my arm.
Without hardness in my voice, I spoke in a gentle, motherly tone to the white orb hovering above the body, "You served me well, you're free now little one." With one simple touch, the soul shot upwards, towards my former home. There was no cinematic record, as these young ones like to call it. Pushing the body off of my arm, I held my hand out, smoke shaping in a massive scythe, and with one wide swipe, his body disintegrated. "I created you to keep this world clean, to rid of evil and keep the image that my son has created and look at what this world has become. It has been carved into a bloody, disgusting mess that my son has in no doubt given up on, all because of your lack of responsibility." I turned my head to the Reapers who sat there in shock. Straightening up, my sober aura disappeared and I grabbed Will by the front of his suit, "Where can I find the closest Demon in this city?" Grell perked up at this and grabbed my robes, shark teeth bared at me.
"What do you want with him?" He snarled, spitting in my face. I cringed,
"Foedis," I muttered, wiping away the young Reapers saliva off of my face. "Who is this man you are so protective of?" I questioned, tilting my head to the side.
"Sebastian, he's a demon that works for the Earl Phantomhive if you know anything about the supernatural activities in this city," William unwillingly said with clear distaste for the demon. I nodded, letting go of the disgusted Reaper.
"I'll meet him one day, until then, it's time to get settled into the city."
Feodis- Disgusting