Mutual Friends of Death (Undertaker Romance)

Beginning the Healing Process

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Undertaker barely caught Amelia as her legs collapsed under her. However, the two demons rushed forward as well, and they hit their heads together. This caused Undertaker to drop the woman in his arms. She hit the floor with a dull thud, and all three took a step back to rub their heads, which hurt from the impact. The mortician glared at them.

~Just what do you two think you were doing? She's terrified of you. She wouldn't want you to touch her. Back off.~ The male snarled at him.

& You know nothing about her. If any of us should not be trusted, it would be you, you-& The female quickly covered his mouth with her hand and glared at him.

^Enough, Grigori. You heard what Lady Raduriel said. If she hears about your outburst, you could be severely punished. She always remains true to her word.^ She turned her head to look at Undertaker. ^...My... apologies. ...Please forgive his outburst. ...This is an odd situation for all of us, but we must put that aside to tend to the mistress. Will you allow us to help you heal her? It appears as if there is something affecting her mind.^ Undertaker hesitated a little bit, holding the small woman in his arms a little closer. He looked down at her unconscious form. Her face was mostly peaceful, but a touch of pain twisted her features slightly. She was fully asleep and leaned into his chest a bit more. Mastema began to look a bit worried. Undertaker continued to hesitate, carefully watching the woman he knew as Amelia in his arms. The white-haired woman's face slowly became more and more pained as she began to cling onto his robes, holding onto him as tightly as she can. Mastema instantly moved over, worry quite evident in her eyes.

^You must allow us to help. Her mind is beginning to fight back. This could get dangerous for all of us pretty quickly if her magic takes control. She is not feared for being weak.^ Undertaker finally acted. He quickly moved her to the bed and laid her down as much as she allowed him to. He had to remain close by since she refused to let go of his robes. His voice was hard and icy.

~Do whatever you can to help her. But, if you hurt her, demon, you will not be able to hide from me. I will hunt you down and make sure your death is more painful that you could possibly imagine.~ Mastema gulped slightly before quickly moving to sit on the bed beside her mistress. She moved the unconscious woman's head and placed it in her lap. Mastema then positioned her hands on either side of the woman's head, placing her thumbs on her mistress's temples. She closed her eyes, and a thin black smoke hovered around her hands. Undertaker watched her closely as Grigori moved to the end of the bed to watch everything. Undertaker shot him a glare.

~Can't you do anything useful?~ Grigori raised an eyebrow at him.

&Not all demons have skills with magic, reaper. Not that I would expect you to know anything about us. So, I suggest you remain silent and allow Mastema to work. It'll be the best for everyone.& With that, the conscious people in the room remained silent. Mastema continued attempting to heal the white-haired woman, Undertaker remained by her side, and Grigori watched over everyone.

------Time Skip------

After a few hours, the thin black fog covering Mastema's hands faded, and she leaned back against the wall. The unconscious woman's face finally looked peaceful. Undertaker and Grigori both let out a deep breath to release the tension of waiting before shooting each other a glare for having something in common. After a few moments, Mastema opened her eyes and sent a weak smile towards Grigori.

^I think I removed the mental block. I was unable to identify who placed it, but I have hopes that Lady Raduriel will be able to tell us more once she is conscious. However,^ She turned to look at Undertaker with a slightly more serious face. ^I apologize to you. Part of her mental block simply moved and I could not remove it by myself. I doubt she will remember you clearly. I ask, for her best interests, that you allow us to take her home. As thanks for you helping her during this time, I swear that I will find a reason for her to come back here.^ Grigori narrowed his eyes at his fellow demon.

&Mastema, you cannot promise such a thing to one of his kind! She-& He was cut off by a death glare from Mastema.

^I can, and I shall. Lady Raduriel would deeply appreciate his help if she remembered it, so I will make sure to thank him, one way or another, in her place since she is unable to remember. We are her second in commands. We act in her place when she is unable to do so. That is what we vowed, and I have every intention to keep that promise to her.^ Grigori was stunned into silence, and even Undertaker blinked a few times at her outburst. The mortician looked at the female demon closely, looking for any sign of malevolent intentions. He was unable to find one, so he slowly nodded.

~I am not particularly happy about this, but, if what you say is true, she will indeed be extremely confused and upset about my presence. ...I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I will expect you to keep your word, demon. I...I entrust her safety to you. For now.~ She smiled weakly at Undertaker before bowing her head slightly towards him as a sign of respect.

^Many thanks, reaper. I shall remain true to my word. Grigori, let us leave. Lady Raduriel has been away from home for far too long.^ Grigori held his tongue and remained silent as he moved over to stand beside Mastema and Raduriel. Undertaker examined the face of the woman he had grown close to over only a short period of time as he detached her hands from his robes. He did not want to forget even a minute detail of her face, especially since he had no idea when he would see her again. Once he was able to, he took a few steps back. Mastema looked at him with a combination of sadness and determination.

^I shall be true to my word. I shall find a reason for her to return to your shop, even if for a short period of time.^ Undertaker nodded once again.

~...Keep her safe. No matter what.~ Mastema bowed her head again just before her and Grigori disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. The smoke that surrounded Raduriel was silver, but when it dissipated, she was gone. Undertaker sighed and went back to tending his store, as if nothing had interrupted his usual routine.