Nearly Emotionless ( Sebastian x reader x Claude )

I don't have a scythe!

The team. An elite group of grim reapers dedicated to putting their lives out on the line and protecting their own above everything.
You were on the team. You, Adrian, Clyde, and Martin. You four were the only ones who actually made it, shockingly. Most people were killed in the simulation or didn't care about the help they received, or killed the help they received. However, the four of you were special. No one could take that away from you. Clyde and Martin ended up being executed for treason. Adrian ran away. You? Before Adrian did leave, you convinced him to help make you human. By erasing everything that happened for you to get into the academy. Those memories were pretty fuzzy... But you could still grasp them some what. You were technically human, but at the same time... Technically you weren't. You held most of the powers reapers do; aside from heightened senses, and not being able to die. You could die, easily in fact. Yet, here you were in front of Adrian, Ronald (your cousin), William, Grell, an unrecognisable blonde, and of course, your supervisors.
"It's a catastrophe, demons are attacking all over the city!" One of the supervisors shouted. He had red hair parted in the opposite direction to William's. His glasses were thick, black, rectangular frames. His skin was pale, but flushed with fury, and a small bead of sweat rolled down his hooked nose.
"And you propose we.... What?" Ronald questioned snarkily.
"Oh, you know... Sit back, relax, watch everyone be torn apart. I WANT YOU TO STOP THEM!" The red head growled, his gloved fist hitting the folder.
"Who are we up against?" You chimed, your hands becoming clammy.
"Hate to tell the truth right now, but we have no idea. We've never seen them before, from what we can tell, and they're always cloaked." A different reaper, blonde with a slick man bun, answered.
"Any idea how they choose their targets?" William leaned in, as if enticed by the danger of everything.
"They choose blocks, they never return to the same place. We've narrowed their locations to; Birmingham, Liverpool, and/or Manchester. They've been known to hit multiple places on the same night. Always at night, no earlier then 7." This voice was also different, deeper than the other two, and his owner had thick wavy locks.
"We have already decided who will go where. William and Grell you take Birmingham, Ronald and Eddie," the wavy haired brunette gestured to your cousin and the blonde, Eddie, "You'll take Liverpool. And Adrian, you and (y/n) Will head to Manchester. All clear?" In a frenzy of nods and mumbles everyone began to clear out.
"W-Wait! I don't have a scythe!" A hush fell over the room awkwardly.
Everyone turned to you.
"Then what are you doing here?" Eddie interrogated.
"Silence, Caver." The red head announced. "Creevan, take her to the armoury." Adrian flustered, pulled you away as everyone gawked slightly. He pushed the clear door open and yanked you towards another room.
"They remodelled?" It was less of a question, and more of a statement. The walls were less plaster and more glass, floors less title and more marble. The last room was accompanied with a key pad. The doors were tightly sealed, and elegantly Adrian pulled his glove off and typed in the code.
Chink.
The doors made a pleasant swooshing sound as they parted.
"Welcome to the armoury, you should be able to find your weapon here."
"My weapon?" The words barely left your mouth, you stared in awe at the large room. Your fingers traced the first letter of last names, that's how they filed the weapons, you came across yours, pausing and holding your breath. Grasping the cold handle you opened the door with tremendous force, sliding into the vault. You recognised a couple weapons but the majority you never saw before.
"(Y/n), come one we've gotta go!" Adrian giggled nervously.
"Hold on. I'm getting close." You muttered, a shiny spine peeked out at you and hesitantly you grasped your weapon admiring it's designs.
"Okay!" You called, racing back to the front and kicking the door closed behind you. "Shall we?" You asked him, holding a hand out for him.
"Indeed we shall!"