Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso

OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls

A/N: Hey guys. I decided to review one more chapter before I'm drugged up tomorrow and experience a lot of pain (aka I'll be having my wisdom teeth pulled out and I don't know if I'll be in a mood to review more chapter after the surgery) so here's another chapter! I hope you enjoy it! Now we get to see where my little reader is going to be doing in the shinigami realm, and will her identity as a creature of hell be discovered? We'll just have to see~~

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"You're awfully quiet, my dear," you heard the ancient man snicker, your eyes looking up at him and then back at the floor.

"… Sorry. Just thinking," you mumbled, the chuckle in the man's lips dying out while he sighed in exhaustion. It was the truth, honestly. You've now made it this far, but how in the world are you supposed to get to heaven? Something was driving you up, higher into the sky. There was something up there you had to do, prove you could do. You didn't know what it was yet, but you knew it won't end well. Still, now that the man has noticed certain things you can't exactly hide them. You felt your eyes glowing when you fought him, but luckily that's all that happened. You'll have to stop growling like a madman, and… keep calm. Always keep calm. You don't know why your brother insists you take time to slow down your heart rate in the middle of a battle, but always keep calm.

When you finally looked up you realized he was walking into the glasses department, the back of his cloak fanning out behind him while he walked down the middle of the hallway. Eyes began to turn and some reapers gasped, but you were intrigued by the place. In the month you've been here you've barely wandered around. You didn't even go to the glasses department to get your student glasses, rather they had set up a room that studied your eyesight with the rest of the freshmen and handed out the glasses from there. The department was more significant then you realized, reapers everywhere getting their eyes checked and restored to new. You walked into a room and a man looked up and this reaper did look older beyond his years. His hair was brown, but fading into gray, and he had a trimmed mustache under his nose. The Undertaker waited patiently by the door with his arms crossed over his chest, the atmosphere in the room tense until the man finally looked up and smiled. "Ah, Undertaker. I have the student spectacles you ordered."

"Thank you Lawrence," he grinned happily, walking over to the man, whom was still sitting down, and retrieved the simple small black glasses case from him. "Miss Moore, come over here."

Following his orders you quickly walked over, the reaper plucking the glasses right off your head and you yelped in surprise. Not like you couldn't see without them, but you weren't expecting your sharp sight to be taken away so quickly. Then a new set of glasses were put on the bridge of your nose, the sharpness increasing and you squinted at the intense lights. You took them off and studied the frames, noticing they were like the big oval glasses you had been wearing except a thinner model and the glass had a different glint to it. You put them back on and gave the Undertaker a curious look, the man chuckling darkly as he turned his attention to you. "You're still a little student in training. These glasses are made for the field, not detailed work like office work or working with your hands. Your vision is intensified tenfold so you can see the detail in a demon's eyes from half a mile away as well as the details of a cinematic record. Many creatures can see records, but the details are what we're after. Plus they look a lot better than those fat ass glasses you were wearing."

"Ah… t-thank you sir –"

"And this comes out of your pay –"

"Pay?" you stared at him in shock, your eyes looking to the reaper he had called Lawrence, but he seemed to be hard at work again, ignoring the conversation.

"Yes, you get a pay raise now," the Undertaker snickered and you gave him a pout. "Ah, you ask why~? Simple. You're a working reaper now, but you're still learning the basics. Until you can prove yourself to me you're not getting any custom glasses or death scythes. Basic procedures, plus you're a little sloppy with your footwork."

"What?" you snarled at the insult, the man's grin widening even more and you huffed and let the insult slide. "… Fine. What's my pay –"

"One hundred and forty dollars a month," he told you simply, "but your first pay isn't till the next month. Plus~ there's the expenses of new equipment, so you're probably not going to get a proper pay check in a few more months, perhaps a year."

"Whoopee," you pouted at the thought, but the man smirked and gave the glasses maker a bow.

"Thank you Lawrence –"

"Y-yes, thank you Mr. Lawrence, sir," you bowed your head deeper, the man looking up from his work while the Undertaker stared down at you curiously.

"No need for thanks young reaper. I do my job and I do it as efficiently and calmly as possible." You looked up, noticing the word 'calm' in his sentence. Hmmm… interesting. "Do not call me Mr. Lawrence. That was my father," he continued with a smirk, "but you may call me Pops."

"Pops… okay Pops," you smirked, "thank you." He nodded his head and got back to work, your eyes looking up at the Undertaker while he was grinning happily down at you. "What? –"

"I didn't know you could be polite –"

"I'm only polite to people who deserve it," you huffed in annoyance and your mentor shook his head, giggling to himself as he left and you wondered what other places you'll be visiting today.

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The day seemed to get longer and longer. The Undertaker and yourself traveled all around the realm getting new glasses, equipment, and an extra pair of clothes. You asked why you needed more clothes ordered and he simply said, "Because that pretty little thing you're wearing won't last in the field." After that you didn't like what may be in store for you.

You did get official shoes with pants and your new death scythe was similar to the same long scythe you had been using to train with. Yet this scythe was new, the handle never been gripped under pressure and the blade could cut into stone or bone. You had to admit you were excited to use it, and after a quick change into a better student field uniform and placing your older clothes and other things in the corner of his office, you were out in the human realm.

"Thank death we're out of there," Undertaker groaned and you gave him a confused look.

"Why sir? –"

"Because those reapers are like vultures. One minute they're looking at you with praise and the next they'll criticize you, but do not worry my dear. Unlike them I'm only looking for potential."

"Right –"

"We will be out in the field till ten o'clock."

"That's five hours of work –"

"Yep," he chuckled darkly, "and there'll be more work tomorrow. This was just the introduction." You close your eyes and let out a deep annoyed sigh, wondering if you'll even be able to sleep tonight. You were so used to being cooped up that moving around were taking their toll, but even so you disliked sleep. You always, how humans would say, had dreams. Dreams you never knew the meanings to, but even demons say the ghosts of the past are trying to speak through you using your dreams. You wondered if there were some ghosts trying to do that since not many demons dream unless it's about eating souls or their devoured souls are causing dreams to occur, but that's never been the case for you… sadly. You've just always dreamt and sleep is such a luxury for any demon. "… Don't be so serious. This is our line of work and we're only reaping… ah… about sixty five souls, a few in the same area."

"Okay sir," you mumbled back, but before you could pass from the shinigami realm into the human realm he stopped and turned his head to you.

"Is something wrong Sandra?" You paused.

He hadn't called you Sandra this whole time, but the voice he was using was different than the normal snickering tone you grown used to. It was a serious tone, yet a concerning one, and similar to your brother you weren't sure if you should completely trust it. "N-no sir –"

"You've been awfully quiet since we fought," he told you, suddenly sitting down on the branch he was standing on and you followed suit, pouting at him while he continued, "and you've barely insulted me this whole time. What's on your mind?"

"It's just…" you huffed in annoyance. You couldn't tell him everything, your demon past and your reasons for being here, but you supposed you could say a few things that were on your mind. "You were just toying with me," you turned to him and pouted, "and you clearly said you were going to give me your all, yet you didn't."

The man snorted at your comment and began to laugh. "What? That's what's been bothering you?"

"Yes," you responded, your eyes still glaring. "You didn't see me as an opponent at all."

"My dear," he chuckled lightly, trying to contain his laughs as he wiped away a tear from under his frames, "it was a simple training exercise and if I was to attack you with everything I had you wouldn't be walking around breathing right now."

"… I was taught you must give it your all when facing an opponent, if it be friend or foe," you told him, curling your knees up to your chest as you glared blankly at the sky through the shady trees, "so when you do win or lose you have the satisfaction of giving everything you got and you held back no regrets."

"Interesting analogy," he commented, "but where in the world did you hear advise like that?"

You paused… this is when you'll have to lie. "When I was human," you decided to say, "I had a strict brother who taught me combat training to defend myself. He told me if I hold back and not use my full potential then I'm as glorious as scum on a hot summer's morn. I can stand for people who underestimate me because I'm a girl and I can't 'possibly' know how to fight back, but when it's against an opponent who knows they're stronger… well can't I be honest saying one does not improve unless they are pushed to improvement?"

"Fine little child," the man smirked and stood up. "If we battle again I won't hold back and that'll be a promise I take to my grave."

"Then thank you," you spoke back, trying to give him a smile even though there was still a lot more on your mind then you wanted to admit. "Let's get to work then, sir." He chuckled at your response and jumped away, your footsteps not too far behind him. You wondered if your comments went past his head or they were to heart, but you did know one thing, you'll have to improve if you will be able to defend yourself against any force, if it be demon, angel, or even reaper.

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You followed him up the stairs, the Undertaker grinning like a banshee while you grumbled under your breath and used your sleeve to wipe the blood off of your face. When you got to the top you were back at his office area, or rather the level where his special forces division worked and he had an office in the back. A reaper began to laugh, a reaper with straight short dirty blonde hair pointing at you and laughing while another reaper with light spiked blonde hair slapped him across the back of the head.

"Is that the newbie?" you heard one of the reapers asked, a boy with shaggy brunette hair and his hair pulled back in a short ponytail. You noticed there were five reapers talking among each other in a circle until they noticed you and placed their undivided attention on the old man.

"Boys, this is Alessandra Moore. She is a first year that will be joining us in our division," the Undertaker stated quickly.

"Another girl?! Geeze Undertaker, are you just trying to replace Margret and Liz that left a several years ago?" that boy with dirty blonde hair asked.

"Of course not," the man snorted. "Sandra here is not a replacement for anyone. The academy saw promise in her and we need all the little workers we can get."

"Oh…" the boy responded, earning a snicker from the other blonde reaper and you tried not to smirk at his disappointment.

"Miss Moore," the Undertaker spoke as he pointed to each reaper individually, "this is Tyron Wolfgang, Erwin Carrington, Andrew Torres, but he goes by Drew, Michael Rhys, and Gavin Dunmore."

"Hello," they all stated at once.

"Hi," you answered back, but you still weren't in a good mood with all the blood splattered all over you. Geeze… you don't even know how you'll get this all off! Starting from left to right, Tyron was a young boy with sharp black hair who seemed to have left his bed without combing his hair. Erwin was the spiked blonde hair boy who was nudging the reaper named Drew who had the dirty blonde hair. Michael was silent the whole time and had short and wavy dark red hair, a bandage over his forehead probably from a wound he had gotten recently. Then there was Gavin, the boy with shaggy brunette hair whose hair was pulled back in a very short ponytail.

"So what did you make the newbie do this~ time Undertaker –"

"He miscalculated the time the body was going to explode and I didn't have time to get out of the way," you pouted and gave the elder a glare, which was trying not to burst out laughing and was snickering into his arm. "The guy was rigged to one of those strange firework things and his guts went flying everywhere along with his records. Since I was only a foot away I reaped his records, but you can see the results to that," you huffed.

"Hah!" Drew laughed. "Typical Undertaker! Be careful sweetheart. He'll make you do worse then get a little blood on your shirt."

You didn't give him an answer and simply turned to the Undertaker, who was about to burst into tears and fall down laughing on the floor if you didn't shove a large folder into his chest. "What's this dear –"

"Those souls. Go do your own work. I'm going to bed," you groaned and scurried away, rushing into his office to gather your things and leave. You passed by the group again and they all gave you a wave, probably socializing and talking about the 'new girl'. You weren't in the mood and you were tired from the excitement today, so you rushed back to your dorm without even saying a goodbye.

"… Do you think that new girl is up for the job? –"

"She looks strong enough," the reaper named Michael thought aloud, "and if she's like Liz you'd better watch out for her."

"Hmmm… I'm still thinking about her techniques in the field," Undertaker told them and they nodded in agreement. "She needs to build up some confidence. She's holding back something and I plan on extracting it from her if I have to."

"Good luck with that," Tyron yawned and jumped off of the desk he was sitting on, going back to his small cubical to work.

"At least I'm not the newbie anymore –"

"You'll always be the newbie Drew!" Gavin exclaimed and Drew groaned, earning a laugh from the rest of the reapers and even a snicker from the Undertaker.

"Well, get back to work. We have another deadline coming up," he stated and began to move towards his office.

"Will we have another mission into the human realm as a group?" Erwin decided to ask and the man turned and shrugged.

"I don't know boys. At the moment the council says they have everything under control, but I suspect they don't. We shouldn't be needed for a few months, so let's not worry about it till we get to that road," he told them and left. The reapers let out tired groans and got back to work, though there was relief on their faces over their supervisor's words.

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Once you were nice and clean you jumped into bed, not bothering to answer the door for anyone. Your alarm was set for six so you'd have time to eat before heading into the office, and knowing that Undertaker you'd be reaping all day, nonstop. Reapers were asking questions about your 'promotion' and honestly you didn't quite care for it. You were tired, fatigued, and if you had to answer another question you were going to vomit. The only person you answered clearly was Marwin because he was excited to hear what you had done, but after looking at your blood stained clothing a horrified look was on his face. You explained what happened and he calmed down, but he seemed worried. Worried… a strange feeling to notice, but then again these isn't demons. They are reapers.

You settled down quickly, ending up staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep. Your shinigami eyes did not want to close so you took the transformation powers away, just for the night. You let your hair flow behind you in a cascade of black color, longer then it was when you were a shinigami and not tied back in some bun or ponytail. You close your eyes, your fingers lacing around your brother's necklace you were now wearing. You hide the necklace in a pocket under your clothing, practically right next to your skin so no one would notice it. As you began to fade away you felt the voices surround you… then your dreams began.

The horizon was black, pitch black, reminding you of hell, yet you could see a mist hovering over your feet, your bare feet. You were in nothing but a long white dress, a simple dress like the ones you have worn at home on several occasions except those were black dresses and not white. Then you heard a low hum, a soft voice singing in the wind, and you walked slowly to that voice with your hand clutching your pendent protectively.

'Come little child, you are almost there

'There is a death that is calling~

'But don't be afraid because I will be here

'Here to calm your sobbing~~'

You paused, watching the scene unfold. You saw a large woman with large white wings, but some of the feathers had been plucked and there was blood dripping down her wings onto the misty ground. Her back was turned to you so you walked around, noticing she was cradling a babe in her arms. Your eyes widened, the baby were you! Then the mist clouded your eyes and you coughed, the woman and child disappearing as you felt as if you were floating on air.

'Death cannot die~~' you heard the voice again, but this time your dreams took you to a place that was grayer, not bright at all. Simply there was a white color, but it was gray because of the mist. 'It does not die until everything in existence dies –'

'Be quiet!' you heard a rumbling sound from above, your eyes adjusting to see a woman with chains behind her back, her back still turned to you while you tried to walk around to see her face.

'You have no say here!'

'You cast me down,' the woman huffed in annoyance, 'and this wasn't the almighty's will –'

'Of course it was! Death is an evil creature! –'

'Death is not! If there is life then there shall be death. In the end I shall destroy the creator itself, and once everything is gone I will destroy myself too –'

'That's crazy talk –'

'You are low caste angels!' the woman screeched and you watched her body beginning to glow as dark as the mist around the ground. 'Barely archangels! I am a cherub; I know what I was created to do! I did as my lord commanded and much more. I started disease, the destruction of cities. You do not know me! Do not act like you do!'

'You are a freak!'

'A disgusting vile of nature –'

'Even if you try to kill me you can never destroy death! Death can only destroy death and nothing else. You angels can barely hold me in chains, let alone destroy me.'

'We will ask a seraphim –'

'And do what?' the woman snorted. 'They won't help you. Not even the cherubim will. You think you are doing what is right and good in this universe, but all you are doing is destroying the balance in the world, the chaos that must reign. For every angel among you there is a demon equal in arrogance. Do not cry to me if your perfect world is destroyed. I have done my deeds and my orders and I am proud of them.'

'If we cannot destroy you we will destroy your little servants –'

'The reapers will fight back,' you felt her smirk slyly, 'and they are more divine then you can ever be. They take your restraint on orders to a next level and keep the balance in the universe. If you destroy them… I am sorry, but you are simply destroying yourselves.'

'Ugh! Kill her!'

'Kill the cherub!'

You felt the ground rumbling underneath your feet and you yelped in surprise, slumping to the ground and whimpering in pain. You felt eyes upon you, powerful eyes, and when you looked over you saw the woman whom has always plagued your dreams. It was like looking at yourself in a mirror, except her eyes held more power than yours could ever do. 'Child~' she seemed to whisper softly into your ear even though her image was right in front of your eyes, 'Have you found what you're looking for yet? Have you found… home~~?'

You gasped as you were woken up from your sleep, sweet dripping down your body while your eyes darted around the room. You whimpered, panicked by the dream. "M-mother," you shuddered and curled up in a little ball against the wall behind your head. You may not remember your mother from your memories as a demon, but in your sleep you saw her everywhere. Her voice was so cold, the room felt so chilled. You chattered your teeth, pulling the blankets tighter around your body. You even felt hot smoke leaving your mouth and the air turning it into mist.

Yet what did she mean about home? What does she mean you were looking for something? Ugh… that dream creature always knew more then you did… darn it.

You ended up staying up the rest of the night, unable to sleep. As dawn begun you woke up with a slight startle, realized you fell into a restless sleep that only lasted less than an hour. Your alarm didn't go off in another half hour, but you were running around regardless getting ready. The whole time you thought about the dream, but then you realized it was simply a dream and had no significance in your life right now… hopefully…

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Months had gone by since you began working in the special forces unit of the dispatch department, a unit mind you, not a division. Why your supervisor, Undertaker, continued to call it a division you don't know, but you've been busy nonstop for the longest time now. Every day you woke at six, got breakfast around seven when the cafeteria was open, and was on the special forces level by eight with your food and suitcase in hand and a cup of coffee in the other. You were mainly doing busy work, doing paperwork that had to get done around the office while the others went off on their own little missions. From time to time Undertaker would take you out on a 'personal training workout', but all you did was reap humans that weren't contracted with demons, but were suspected to. It was the boring, usual reaping he was having you do, and other then that you were stuck around the office all day. You'd get lunch, dinner, and around ten to eleven you were out of the office. You've gotten into the habit of sticking around and talking with the other special forces reapers because, in your honest opinion, they're just as strange and goofy as the Undertaker seems to be. Like student, like teacher, right? The day was usually over around seven, unless there was an overload of paperwork. Then you got to go to your dorm room, and by then you fell right to sleep. You would dream every once in a while, but when you were awoken you just went back to sleep. Too tired to care anymore and you needed to refuel for the next day even though technically demons and the other immortal creatures like reapers don't need sleep every night, but with the work you're doing you definitely needed sleep.

Your teammates were amusing and they kept your moral up. Erwin and Drew were the youngest reapers, a century old like you were. They were pulled out of the academy a little early because of their skills and you would think they're brothers by how they act around each other. Apparently they're also in dorm rooms still in the A dorm building and they were roommates, which could explain the confusion there. Gavin was the third youngest, you figured out, and was about a couple of centuries, if not three centuries of age. He was as talkative as Erwin and Drew, but his threats you don't want to take lightly because he could back them up with force. Tyron and Michael, you couldn't figure out who was older, but Tyron confused you because he looked so young. In fact Tyron and Michael were five, if not six or eight centuries old and strong reapers. Michael kept quiet most of the time and seemed to protect Tyron a lot. You've seen them all fight and they could all hold their own in a battle against demons, but in your opinion they were average. Even your six century old half-siblings would be considered easy for most of the reapers on the floor, but still… they weren't as strong as the Undertaker.

The Undertaker was most likely the oldest and you began to realize he was probably millennia old, maybe more. He thinks you're just a baby as he says with the rest of his subordinates, which cause everyone to protest. You did wonder how old he really was because your brother was at least a millennia old, if not older, and your father, by sure, was much older than just a thousand measly years. As for your mother… even older than that. You just didn't know his motives, why he didn't retire. You've heard of older reapers retiring, though they usually end up as supervisors or teachers or even on the council of reapers once they get too old, but not the Undertaker. Sure he may be a legend, but legends or not eventually one gets tired with the same old game over and over again.

Your unit mainly did clean up duty, killing random or rambunctious demons and reaping humans when necessary. You noticed that there were some files the Undertaker would look over, files with contracted souls with certain demons attached to them. When you looked at the folders before filing them away, you noticed they weren't just demons, but pure bloods. Fallen angels specifically and once you even saw your brother's description on file. Yet those files were small and barely there. You asked why he did this and your mentor told you that there has to be a balance in the universe. The special forces unit looks over the demon files to see if the contract is valid or not, then evaluates and either investigates or void the request to save the pure soul. Unlike angels or even demons the judgment is strictly on the human soul, not the creatures that try to intertwine themselves into the soul's life. Sometimes a contract isn't valid, other times it's a demon that isn't supposed to have a contract at all and is a slave to a higher demon. Things like that are what your unit looks for and you realized there was more to reaping souls then what meets the eye.

Every single time your brother took a soul he followed the procedures properly. He formed the contract correctly without loop holes. He did everything the soul asks, in the realm of the contract. Once the contract was over and the human soul died, he was free to devour the soul. He followed everything to a tee as if he knew what the reapers would be looking for. No wonder he barely had any trouble with reapers. Except for that one time when he contracted himself with an actual reaper he's gotten off scot free. It was mainly the fallen angels and pure bloods that you noticed followed the procedures. The rest of the demons, you suspected, didn't even know there were procedures to follow. After all, as Undertaker said, there has to be balance in the world. Demons have their rights to devour souls and angels have their rights to use divine providence on humans, but one creature or the other cannot go too far. If they do it'll always be scribed by the reapers and taken into their hands. That's why they were created and now you began to wonder who created them.

"Sandra," the Undertaker spoke to you while you were lost in your own little world while sitting in your cubicle at your desk, "I need you to go do something for me."

"Yes sir," you answered quickly, standing up and stretching your limbs while setting your pen down. "What's the soul this time –"

"Not that," he chuckled lightly and you ended up pouting. "I need you to turn in some records for me."

"Ah… why can't you just ask one of the librarians to come up here and retrieve them or send them down to be filled –"

"Because these cinematic records are special and are not to be looked at by a typical librarian," he huffed, setting a small stack of books down on your desk. You looked at them intrigued, noticing that their names were in ancient text you only knew because your brother taught you. They were angel and demon records, but why in the world was the old man reading them? Was that another job he was doing? "… Do be a dear and return them for me. Just tell them Undertaker sent you and the dearies will know what to do."

"Y-yes sir –"

"And if you happen~ to peek that's not my problem either," he snickered and you rolled your eyes. Geeze. Sometimes you wonder if he could read your mind.

"Yes sir," you answered and slipped on your suit coat, watching the man walk back to his office and you grabbed the stack of books from the bottom. You were fascinated with this place. To think reapers even have angel and demon records? How crazy is that?! And some were still moving, you realized as you felt the energy from the book writing down information still. Hmmm… this shinigami realm just keeps getting more and more interesting.

You made your way to the bottom floor before walking to the library. The library in this realm was one of the largest and held practically centuries and thousands worth of records. There were other divisions around the world with libraries and cinematic records, but eventually all records led to this point, in this realm. Why? You have no idea, but that's probably why they held angel and demon records too.

You spoke with the librarian and noticing the books in your hand she gave you an iron key that had a skull head on the handle. "The room is at the end of the hallway and take a right," she told you pointing in the direction you needed to go, your ears hearing her talking to another reaper about how annoying it was that she couldn't go down there, but you could. You didn't know this was a privilege, but nevertheless you made your way to the room she described.

It was a large black door that led up to the ceiling, vaulted and tightly secured so no one could get in or out without the key. Pushing the key into the hole you turned the hole right, hearing the door click and several mechanisms unhinging. Then the door opened and you pulled out the key, placing it into your pocket and tried to not gasp as loudly as you accidently did. The room was like a whole other library, cinematic records of all sorts lining the bookshelves in the darkened room. The place seemed to get cleaned about a month at a time because you saw a small amount of dust, but only a tiny layer like it hadn't been cleaned in a little while. You looked for a switch to turn on the lights, but all you noticed was a torch. Sighing you didn't notice anyone else in the large room so you lit the torch quickly with the flint and steel they provided, actually you used your own black fire because the steel wasn't working, and you closed the large door behind you. It locked and from the inside you could see the latches coming together and tightening around the door, the only way out was with the key in your pocket and you gulped at the thought of being trapped in here.

You walked around, noticing a few desks to sit down in where you could put the torch down in a holster so you could read. Thus you did just that since you weren't in the biggest of hurries and had some time to look the records over. What you saw made your mouth drop. The records the Undertaker had taken contained the names of your family, mainly your father. They were books of a few pure bloods, the angel book interesting you because this angel wasn't very devoted and thought devouring evil souls justified in the eyes of the heavens. That book had stopped writing a few centuries ago, but you saw interesting names in the books. Your father was mentioned a few times for being the tempter and the one the angel cursed at the end. Then your mother was described at the end and that was it… it was over. The next book was another angel book with the same result and there was a demon book that had the similar results, but a different way of telling the story. About six, seven books were like that and you realized the Undertaker was specifically looking into cases concerning your family. Then you moved on, reading the other four records.

The first record was your father and his name was written in gold and red lettering. It was written in demonic text, but as you've thought before you know that type of language even though it's old and barely used. First it went on to explain his purpose as an angel, then his disagreement with the creator. Apparently he wasn't as high in the choir as a cherub or seraph, but he had been a dominion. He was in charge of a bunch of rowdy angels, one of them even Lucifer, and they may have been the source of his downfall. Yet there was more to the story because he didn't agree with the creation of humans, saying they should not be given a free will if angels do not have such a thing. In fact, from what you read, your father became more and more jealous and grew power hungry. He was cast out of heaven eventually by the other angels and helped create hell. After that his life took a turn for the worse and he's never been the angel he once was, not even the fallen angel he once was. There was a time, however, when your mother came into the picture. She had fallen recently and he took her in, and eventually because all fallen angels and especially demons end up having to contract themselves to another so they could find someone to keep loyal to, she chained herself to him. Honestly, in your opinion, you don't know if it was the best choice for your mother, but for your father the cloud of hell seemed to diminish over his eyes and a thin mist was replaced, the mist of death. Eventually she said she had to go do something and ended up dying. You read recently that he despised the two children that were born not because they were your mother's children, but because Xaviar and yourself were so similar to your mother that it hurt him inside. You also learned your brother had white wings like yourself and a pure soul like yourself, and you wondered why he never said anything. Also the last time your father looked at you he thought he saw the ghost of his beloved, so he told your brother to have you go as soon as possible, which was less than a year ago.

Your brother's record was certainly different. The binding and cover was black like your father's, but the writing was in silver and written in ancient reaper script, another thing your brother taught you that you wondered if anyone in the shinigami realm could actually read. Since Undertaker had the book you figured he could, but still… interesting to find your brother's book like that. It started off with a child being born and your father being excited that he finally had a son. Finally? Odd… you didn't know your brother was the oldest. Strange. Then it went on that your brother was raised by your mother. Your mother took him to see the shinigami realm once and he was drawn to them on the spot. He fell in love with one of the reaper girls and that's when the story went sour. During his second cycle she ended up betraying him even though he had decided to mate with her and contract himself to her. He was devastated and ended up killing her, but her last words were that she was sorry. He found out later by reading her records that she actually did love him, but she was conflicted because he was a demon and tempting her. She wanted a light he couldn't have and he fell into a horrible denial. He wouldn't eat, sleep, and he stopped going to the reaper realm. It wasn't until his little sister was born that his cold heart began to melt. He saw her as a second chance, a child that may be able to be a light rather than stay in the dark like he is. Yet when his mother said she had to go do something he felt heartbroken, again, but made a promise to always care and always protect his little sister. Then his mother vanished, forever, and he was stuck taking care of the child. Then he decided that he'll show her the things his mother didn't, the tasty cravings of human souls and to tempt her further, the soul of a reaper. In his eyes it seemed to work, until the end of her cycle came and he noticed she was changing. She wasn't the obedient bright demon child she had been, but a teenager that wanted to rebel and get away from hell. He decided to let her go, but had conflicted feelings. And you noticed he was even watching you, every single time you ended up in the human realm and confronted a group of demons.

Then you got to your mother's record, which was a surprising record. It was a white covered book with silver and gold writing. It was written in angelic text and it took you a little bit longer to translate in your head because it was the ancient text, and not only ancient, but also the higher choir text. It began with why she/he was created and your eyes widened at the realization. She/he was created to be a bringer of death, the reaper of souls. She/he was created long before humans and animals and even some angels were created, but were never placed into effect until the humans disobeyed the creator and she began her work. She/he brought pain, suffering, and death to the world and her/his death grew to all corners of the globe, to all points of creation. Demons died, fallen angels died, and even angels died. The higher choirs saw the need for such an angel, but the lower choirs didn't want anything to do with this sort of angel. Regardless she/he created the first reapers from human souls, teaching them how to reap and judge human souls and how to do all sorts of other things. She/he created a library for them and realms under her/his own dominion. Then she/he left them to tend to themselves, only appearing in different forms when the time called for her/him. That's when the times took a turn for the worse. The angels got a hold of her/him and clipped her/his wings. She/he fell out of the heavens into hell, and that's where she met your father. The reason why she stayed was because she didn't know what to do or these changes happening to her. She wasn't a normal angel anymore. She was… different.

Yet when the creator summoned her and called her to destroy the first born babies of Egypt she did so, without complaint and as silent as a ghost. The angels continued to try to subdue her, to tame her, but death cannot be tamed. As long as there's life there will always be death to take the life away. She showed up in different forms: in the form of a flying angel, even with her wings clipped she could pull that off, or a skeleton dressed in a black cloak with a black hood over her face. Eventually she grew accustomed to always carrying a large death scythe, the first weapon used to reap souls. It appeared as a small symbol on the palm of her hand, similar to the demons' contracts except she could never truly have a contract like the fallen angels do, and that's how she summoned her weapon and her transformations. Yet a time came, after her second child was born, that she had to make a decision. Will she stay with her children and risk her other children, the reapers, be destroyed by the angels or sacrifice herself so they could have a chance. Well… she decided the latter. She let the angels take her back to heaven and try her in the lower choir. She cursed them and she was sealed into her own death scythe, since they couldn't kill her. Then her records spoke of her visiting her children, mainly yourself, in dreams and trying to get either Xaviar or yourself to retrieve her. She knew she wouldn't be living anymore and remains a ghost in the object for eternity, but she needed someone to carry on her work… hmmm… Why in the world were the reapers reading this?

You finally got to the last record and it was your own cinematic record. You knew that even reapers never look at their own records for fear that they'll become insane, but you didn't care. You wanted to see what your record said and your curiosity was taking the best of you. Your record had your full name, the book white and pure as snow with silver and red writing. When you opened it you felt as if a strong energy was telling you to walk away, but you continued to read it anyways. It spoke of your birth, of your time with your mother. How your mother whispered a blessing into your ear before she left and disappeared forever. How your brother took care of you and you were ostracized by your half-siblings. How your father seemed to hate you and you didn't know why. Then the questions and the dreams, dreams you've forgotten you've dreamt. Dreams about death and destruction, of the deeds your mother had done long before you were born. Of her falling and her death, of her call to you. Always calling to you… why? Then you decided to leave hell and that's when your face paled. It spoke of your encounters, of turning into a reaper. The fact that you had infiltrated the shinigami realm and you were using a fake name. How you questioned what you were and where your home actually was. Of the dreams that were leading you to heaven, and now you knew why. Your face was turning red with anger. How could Undertaker stare at you straight in the face and not say he's read your record? You closed the book, not wanting to read it further.

You quickly put the records away, the books placed in a certain order and the family was separated. Your brother and father were categorized under the fallen angels, a powerful part of the demon records, and your mother was placed in the cherub area, or rather the higher choir of angels section. You were filled as an angel, strangely enough just an angel without any reference because you were only a century old and not old enough to qualify for a higher spot, and you wondered where you actually a demon or an angel? Once you were done placing all the records back you growled in annoyance, grabbing the torch and walking to the front of the room. That's when you noticed your mother's statue, a woman looking just like you when you were a demon raising her scythe at those who pass by, and your blood was boiling. To think all this time you had an association with death and didn't even realize it. And… why the hell was Undertaker reading your record?!

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A/N: Hah! Now a new development has popped up! Are you a reaper? A demon? An angel? Neither? And that sneaky Undertaker was acting as if he didn't know what you were. Anyways I hope you liked the story so far. This part of the story continues into the next chapter. I hope you liked it so far and I'LL SEE YOU LATER! =D Oh! And I may start putting this story in my deviantart account, but I'll continue to update here, first. BYE!