So it turns out the funeral parlor is only a cover business while Undertaker is a villainous noble himself, the exact head of the snake to be more precise.
A part of you always knew that he is so much more than the careless mortician he pretends to be around costumers, but this exceeded all of your expectations.
It was also dangerously alluring, the more you found out about him the more drawn you felt to this mysterious masterpiece.
After telling him the whole story about the wounded man and how you got to meet the reaper, there was a silence between you.
Maybe telling him about supernatural beings that collect souls and cinematic records coming out of a person's body wasn't the best idea, he might think I've gone completely mad, you thought to yourself.
'Aren't you afraid?' he asked finally on a careful tone, you could tell he was deep in thoughts right now, trying to find the right words.
You took a final sip of your tea while realizing something. The fact that he didn't start calling you insane and all only proves one thing..
'You knew, didn't you?' you stared blankly into your now empty teacup.
He didn't answer, only took a deeper breath.
'.. and even now, I'm probably only scratching the surface of the reality you are living in.' you continued while thoughts came pouring into your mind
'..my reality is a beautiful illusion indeed, but I can no longer live it.' you looked at him, your eyes filled with the raw desire to get to know the other side, along with him.
'(Y/n), dear. Please try to understand what you are getting yourself into.' he said on a low voice.
You stood up from the chair, letting his robe fall off your delicate shoulders and took a step closer to him.
'Undertaker, look at me.' there you stood in his bloody shirt and torn pantyhose, with the eyes of a fighter.
He lifted his gaze up, taking in your whole picture, his hypnotic eyes now looking into yours.
'Can you see me? All of me?
Probably not.. No one ever really has. I am someone who did not die when I should've died, and I haven't been the same ever since. I am so full of life yet I don't feel like I belong in this world anymore, nor am I prepared to die. I'm just looking for something to make me feel like myself again, alive.' by the time you finished, tears appeared in your (e/c) eyes, on the edge of spilling out but you held them back stubbornly.
He suddenly stood up and began to walk towards you, his expression was unreadable as his fringe still covered his eyes. You didn't realize but you were slowly retreating up until your back touched the nearest wall. He stopped right in front of you, the body of a god towering over you.
You were too intimidated to look up, but he gently lifted your chin towards him so you could look him in the face.
Something you didn't regret because for the first time, he looked at you like there was something in you worth looking at.
'Oh, how we all carry such lonely and wild feelings inside of us.' was all he whispered, before leaning down and for a moment just resting his forehead on yours, demanding you to close your eyes and so you did, letting the tears fall.
His lips brush yours. At first innocently, like a tease, and then he finally kissed you and the world fell away.
It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be.
His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your wet cheek as your breaths mingled.
You ran your fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest.
If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, the lips are the same thing for the body. They are softness, passion and the promise of the sweetness to come, but he tasted more like purity through pain. Intoxicating.
He pulled away slowly, not moving an inch from your face. It was in this moment, when he took a deep look into your eyes, your soul laying completely naked before him.
You felt highly vulnerable as his piercing gaze read into you like in a book. He was owning you and he knew it.
That was up until a frown appeared on your face, you've seen these eyes before. Not much earlier, on the reaper.
Though, Undertaker's eyes were slightly darker, with more definition, but the pattern was the same.
He possessed the same chartreuse phosphorescent eyes... and that's when it hit you.
'Grell isn't the first reaper I've met.. am I right, Undertaker?' you asked demandingly while adrenaline was rushing through your veins on the bare thought.
His expression turned cold and serious, but it softened as soon as he realized that now you're just a stranger with all his secrets. How ridiculous, really.
'Indeed you are, dear.'
