It's all in the Writing

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It's all in the Writing

The scarlet clad reaper sat motionless among the rooftops as he watched his target below. It took great control for him to be able to perform this task but here he was, watching the demon converse with the young mortal. His job tonight was to exterminate the one known as Sebastian. He shudders inwardly at the thought of what he had to do. To touch a demon was... Disgusting. Heaving a dramatic sigh, he straightens his jacket before dropping from the roof, his scythe close by his side.

"Oh Sebas-chan~" He purrs seductively. "What a pleasant surprise to see you wandering the darker parts of town. Especially with one as young as he." Tossing his hair back dramatically, he saunters over to the black suited man and bats his eyelashes.

Sebastian narrows his eyes. "Is there something you need reaper?"

The red head steps closer and pulls on the demons arm, a wide grin gracing his ruby lips. "All I could possibly want is you~ but since you tend to enjoy the company of... Younger men," He remarks, looking over his glasses at the blue haired boy. "I'll have to fight for what I want." Oh how Grell loathed having to act the part of the lovesick fool, especially to a demon. But acting was all it was. And if he wanted to get close enough to dispose of his target, it had to be done.

The demon growls slightly, his eyes narrowing even more as he shakes the reaper off. "My Lord, how do you wish for me to proceed?"

The young boy taps his foot impatiently. "Dispose of the reaper so we can return to the manor. I'm ready for evening tea." He says evenly.

The demon nods. "As you wish." Then, making sure his master was out of harms way, he charges at Grell, his knives already in his grasp.

The reaper watches with detached fascination as his opponent gains momentum and launches himself into the air. As much as he hated their kind, he couldn't deny the power they had, even in humanoid form. "Is that any way to treat a woman?" He taunts, bringing his chainsaw to life in one fluid movement. If he timed it correctly, he could slice the demon in half before he even hit the ground. However, an easy fight wasn't what he was prepared for. He jumps back as cutlery clatters to the cobbles where he'd just stood, followed by the heavy thud of polished shoes on stone. He didn't even have time to react as the taller male launched another volley of knives, narrowly missing Grells head.

"Honestly Sebastian! I think you've grown rusty caring for the brat~" He purrs, lifting his chainsaw to deflect the attack. "You'd have much more fun with me."

"Your incessant chatter is getting on my nerves reaper. My master wants you destroyed, therefore it is my duty to follow through with his wishes." He snarls. Suddenly he was behind Grell, his slim fingers grabbing at the younger males hair and slamming him into the wall. Grell lets out a pained huff before hooking a leg around his attackers and bringing him to the ground in one fluid motion. Before the demon could recover he presses the edge of his scythe against his neck, successfully pinning him.

"Incessant? I rather enjoyed our little chats." He pouts. "But now it's time for you to die Sebastian. Oh how I'll miss you." He lies before lifting his chainsaw above his head. But when he brings it down again, the other males gone. Bewildered, he spins around just as a fist flies at his face, catching the right half of his jaw. He stumbles back as another and another slam into his torso.

The demon was gaining ground, not even giving the redhead enough time to lift his weapon as a block. At this rate, he could easily carry out his masters orders. With a sly grin he watches as Grell trips on uneven ground, his back slamming against the ground with a sickening thud. Perfect. Flicking another knife from his pocket he grabs the reapers arm and hauls him to his feet.

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