Death of a Reaper

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The morticians shop wasn't much honestly. But William knew that the man that hid inside had the answers to his dilemma. He had to, being as informed of the Underworld as he was. The dark haired reaper takes a deep breath before entering the old building.

What met him inside was hardly strange for his companions nature. The front room was dark with seemingly randomly placed candles scattered on every available surface, clearly a fire hazard. Mixed in with the candle and other various items were skulls of various sizes that made even William cringe. He supposed it suited someone of Adrian's... expertise.

"Adrian." Will calls into the darkness. "Would you care to reveal yourself. I know you're in there."

A low chuckles erupts from the darkness in reply. "Dear, dear William~ Please call me by my name." The mysterious voice chides.

Will rolls his eyes. "Your name is Adri-"

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ I go by the alias Undertaker now. Now why have you graced me with your opulent presence, Spears?" The voice drawls, an uncharacteristic edge to its voice.

William recognizes this as a warning that if he didn't interest his informant soon, he wouldn't get the answers he came for. And that was not an option. "I came for the same reason everyone else comes to this tiresome shop."

"To entertain me?" The shadows chuckle. "There seems to be a lot of that coming my way lately. Entertainment... Hmmm~"

"Information." Will snaps. But he composes himself before continuing. "I've brought you an alternate exchange for the information you will provide me." He says, reaching into his pocket and dropping a handful of biscuits on the nearest coffin. There's a pause before a pale hand snakes out from the shadows and snatches the nearest biscuit before retreating again.

"Hmm. So you think you can persuade me with treats like a common hound?" However, before The younger reaper could object, a dry snap echoes through the shop as the man behind the shadows takes the bait, just as planned. "Not bad." He hums absently. "Though it might not be enough to get all the information you want~"

"That will be determined shortly. However I loathe the feeling of talking to myself, do come into the light."

"As you wish."

The shadows shift suddenly as a figure emerges from seemingly nowhere. A long, ebony robe drapes languidly over the closest coffin as a pale face peers from the shadows. The trademark eyes of a death god blinking absently in the rooms only light. William knew that even without glasses, Adrian's eyes were as good, if not better than his own. Yet they looked so childlike, even now. And paired with that ridiculous hat and long silver hair, he hardly looked like the reaper from the beginning.

William fixes his glasses with an irritated huff. "Thank you. Now. I came to confide in you about a situation that I have come across. Do you believe in soul swapping?" He asks, slipping the folded paper from Jacobs book out of his pocket.

"A soul swap?" The bright eyed man repeats. Then he chuckles. "Are you still going on about that night William? You do realize there really was nothing you could do right?"

"If I had gotten there just a moment sooner he might- no. Well yes. I wouldn't say I'm going on about it, but I think I may have found concrete proof that he's still here, Adri-"

"Undertaker."

"Undertaker." He growls, his patience wearing thin even though his counterpart had done nothing to warrant that. "I was recently partaking in the recon of a soul. During my research I found an interesting piece of pape-"

"Do you remember the last time the both of you showed up in my shop? I was surprised to see you again after how flustered you were just before you left. Though I don't think Grell minded very much, do you?"