Undertaken

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The ground seemed to shake, and all the half-breeds, full reapers, and demons search around. All except for Undertaker. He was unfazed by it all and just looked dead ahead, prepared for anything that would come his way, and he held his scythe at his side. It was somewhat of a menacing sight. However, nobody could dwell on it for too long, for what seemed to be in an instant, an army of angels appeared several yards away, pearly white feathered wings folded behind them. They, too, were half-breeds, just as there are for reapers and demons. Undertaker's grip on his scythe tightened, ready to fight the angel army.

Team Bad. Undertaker thought. It was the name Mikki had given to those who were after her. "And you know what, Adrien? We're Team Good. All of us. Ciel, Sebastian, Finny, Mei-Rin, Bardroy. All of them. Even Grell and Will. And maybe Ronald. Because they all chose to help us without asking for anything in return. We're all Team Good," she had said. Granted, she was mumbling and very tired, but she had been right. They were Team Good. Even himself.

That is, until he betrayed her.

Until he accused her of cheating on him with Ronald.

This was all his fault. Aleister wouldn't have gotten her if he would have just believed her and not let her leave his arms. He loved her, and now he doesn't know where she is. She may hate him.

Undertaker's grip tightened again.

Even if she hated him, he would still come for her. He would save her. He would kill the bastard who took her from him.

With that thought in mind, everything seemed to finally move again. Demons and reapers and half-breeds ran towards the angels who were racing forward as well.

Grell grinned widely and started up his chainsaw, running forward in a flurry of red, slicing through a few of the half-breed angels while Ronald started up what Mikki called a modern day 'lawn mower'.

Everything seemed to also move in sort of a slow blur. Undertaker had yet to move while everyone else had. Finally, though, he did. He held his scythe tightly and ran forward, dodging anyone and anything in his way. He heard a few call out his name, but he only ignored them.

He was going to find Aleister Chamber, Angel of Massacre. He was going to kill him. He was going to save Mikki.

He ran so fast that he was soon past the clashing armies, running deep into the forest by the meadow that the battle took place. Undertaker and the others had managed to teleport here, and it seemed to be in a land that Undertaker didn't know all too well. Of course This was the angel's doing. Aleister changed the placing for the battle. It didn't make finding where Mikki was any simpler, but it didn't make it any more difficult, either. Undertaker figured it would be easier since there were no buildings in sight, and as he ran for what may just have been hours, he didn't see what he thought he would: a building of where Aleister could be keeping Mikki. Maybe he was a bit smarter than Undertaker thought. There was nothing but forests, meadows, fields, ponds, lakes, and the occasional cluster of trees.

Undertaker then froze.

That's it.

Of course.

Why didn't he think of that sooner?

Underground.

He held his scythe with both hands and raised it over his head, then brought it point of it down to the ground with as much force as he could.

Dirt, rock, and debris flew up all around him, and once it all cleared, there was a nice, sizable hole in the ground that went straight down, so far that he couldn't see a thing when looking down into it. Without a second thought, he jumped down.