Humbled ((Undertaker X Reader))

Act Twenty Two: Destruction

 "You're sloppy!" The silver reaper practically cackled as their two scythes clashed together in a grating, metal clang, "Is that the finest you can do? I'm scarcely on the offensive here, my dear."

William's eyebrows furrowed into a scowl as he swung once more,

"You'd be astonished to discover that I don't care for fighting. It's a waste of damn time," He retracted his scythe to continue speaking with his ever-so-monotone voice, "But since you want to make it difficult, I don't have a choice. The missing soul, perhaps we could have overlooked due to your history of work in the association, but the activity of completed records is something we don't take lightly. You can either come back without a fight, or I'll force you back myself... Dead or alive."

Such a boring man, not a crack of a smile in the slightest. The reaper sighed, swinging the Satoba like a toy for a moment,

"Ah well~" He hummed aloud, "I have too many things to look after here to sit in a stuffy punishment room. So you'll just have to drag me back by the toes when my body runs frigid."

The shop was mighty important, but what would happen to the little Earl and the Phantomhive name if he was left alone with that demon for too long? What about the little canary who's still waiting for him to come back, probably wondering what happened by now, no doubt?

With a final toying swing of the maker, it drew in his reaper power, absorbing it through the tips of his fingers to take on the true form beneath the masking appearance.

It felt tingly and exciting. In all the years of work, The Undertaker never didn't like the feeling of power his beautiful scythe bonded between. It was more than just a simple blade... It was an extension of himself, like an additional arm. He couldn't bear to tear himself away after retirement. It was hard enough moving it elsewhere outside the shop for a short time. He could just smell trouble would be knocking on his door!

Reaper against Reaper, yet neither of them moved. Like statues, the two shared a silent stare-down with the rising tension. Then suddenly, shooting forward like bullets, the sparks of the two scythes slammed together once more.

After the noble's body went limp with the strike, I didn't wait to watch him fall down the stairs. I left that to the guards, as a distraction while I ran off. I had no way of knowing if they gave chase, all I knew was that I needed to run as fast and far as my feet could carry. The reaper's book remained tightly in my grasp as I clung to it for dear life. My lungs screamed and ached, but I didn't slow down or look behind me. The people on the streets stared as I passed them, but they were of little importance.
I ran until I could no longer, and when my body was finally forced to submit to exhaustion, I dipped into an alley to breathe.
Wasting no time, my weight collapsed into the brick wall as I tried to calm my breathing. Hitting Nicholas like that... Even after all my worry about acting out with the guards around, the moment I had the chance to strike, I took it. Did that make me a bad person?
For a single moment, judgment went out the window and I acted on that pure desire to hurt him, regardless of the consequences that would follow. Here I was thinking I was finally letting go of my anger, what did I just do?
Perhaps it was for the best not to think about morality right now, it should've been last on my priorities considering everything. None of that truthfully mattered, just finding where William and The Undertaker went while making sure I wasn't being tracked. If Nicholas survived that hit and fall, I could deal with him later.

Alright, that was enough time to catch my breath. My body still felt tired and unsteady but I had to push on. I swallowed back and started to carry myself out of the alley before I stopped. My feet were near numb but I didn't care.
It was only at that moment did I realize that I didn't have to hunt them down.
I looked at the book in my quivering hands, allowing myself to skim over the cover. I never noticed it on the shelf before that day, he went through all the trouble to find a working book just to save me...? No wonder it took a while for The Undertaker to show up at that sham wedding, but what did it mean in my hands?
Could I use it without being a reaper? He did mention something about power or something of the like...
Well, it was worth a try.
A pen was already attached to the spine of the book, connected with a lace string, and ready to write. I flipped it open to the first blank page and slid the bookmark into open view. How did I see him use it again? He just put the bookmark in and began writing, right? How did I know where to put it though?