Death and All His Friends

Autumn

Key Seven: Autumn:

It's about to be Halloween in London. The festivities are coming. This also means that the veil will be thinner. Angels and monsters alike know this.

"We can't keep this a secret from her," one of the angels whispered to the boss.

"I know," he said. He looked out the window. His mind was preoccupied with something else. The other angel looked at him, frowning.

"Are you listening, sir?" she asked. The boss turned to her.

"What?" he asked. The angel frowned.

"Are you just going to ignore the problem here?" she asked. The boss shook his head.

"It's not that," he said. She gave him a curious look.

"What?" she asked. He looked into her eyes.

"Do you know what day it is?" he asked. The angel took a moment to think about that. Her face turned grim.

"Oh..." she said.

"Yeah," the boss said, nodding. Both of them went quiet.

"So what do we do?" the angel asked. The boss looked up at her.

"What else?" he asked. "What we usually do."

"Yes sir," she said, bowing her head. The boss looked out the window again.

That fog is back again. Some creeps don't mind. It provides the perfect cover for them.

One lone witch walked home with her lantern. She smiled to herself. Autumn was the best time of the year to cut loose. Even more so since half of London's population was dead. This world was struggling. The struggle was only going to get worse.

She turned when she heard footsteps walking closer.

"Oh!" she said. "Fancy seeing you here." A man in a suit and top hat walked out.

"Good morning, miss," he said. "Or is it evening? I can never tell anymore." He took the witch's hand and kissed it.

"So what brings you all the way back to London?" she asked. The man broke into a nightmarish smile.

"There's work to be done," he said. The witch broke into a smile.

"That's so crazy. So do I," she said.

"Oh?" the gentleman asked. It was the witch's turn to hold out her hand.

"Care to walk with me?" she asked.

"Why yes," he said. The two of them began walking down the foggy path.

There is nobody outside tonight. It's like they are waiting for the worst to happen. They even keep their blinds and curtains closed. The black pumpkins are back. This time, black straw dolls are being nailed to the doors. So the rumors were true. The witches were coming. However, they were the only thing that put worry into their hearts.

The witches are looking for something. Or rather, they are looking for someone. To be frank, they are looking for that baby. They heard that Lavi and Ami's son was adopted by an old English couple. Demons are also looking for this couple. What is so special about this baby?

The witch turned to the gentleman.

"So, have you seen any newborn babies lately?" she asked. The gentleman tilted his head.

"I'm not sure," he said.

"Oh, you would know if you saw this child," she said. "He has this glow around him. You feel something being stirred up inside. And he has mismatched eyes." The gentleman took a moment to think.

"Can't say that I have," he said. The witch frowned.

"You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" she asked. The gentleman narrowed his eyes.

"What is it to you?" he asked. The witch paused and looked around for a bit. She leaned in close enough for her companion to hear her. The gentleman did likewise.

"We believe that he is that silver knight," she whispered. A curious look came across his face.

"Silver knight?" he asked. She didn't need to explain it to him.

"And you're sure you found him?" he asked.

"My sisters and I are looking for him now," she said. She paused for a moment. The gentleman waited now intrigued.

"There's more?" he asked. The witch smiled.

"Why don't you come along and see?" she asked. She had a serious look on her.

"That's if you have the time, of course," the witch said. The gentleman smiled.

"Why yes, I do," he said. She smiled and walked down the path. He followed behind. This is just one part of the season of the witch. There will be others soon. Really soon.