"Lock all the doors before falling asleep tonight."
Every time Ellen closed her eyes, his words rang in her ears. She changed sides, buried her head under the pillow, a useless attempt to block his words but nothing seemed to work. Was grim going to barge in the house? What did he mean by that sentence? Before she could ask, he disappeared in the darkness of night after whispering those words.
Those words were out not because he hadn't any control over himself and he would do something irrational and stupid, no that locked doors could stop him anyway. There was a certain figure in his mind when he voiced out those words. The one he was waiting in anticipation for, the escaped demon. As much as it was unlikely of the demon to appear in such a susceptible moment after what he did tonight, grim didn't want to take any chance.
After leaving the house he didn't drive back to his apartment. In the dark of the night, he ripped his shirt apart and spread his wings in the air. Flying over to the roof of the nearest building, he stood by the terrace facing the little fawn's house. Those huge, jet-black wings spreading apart along with the cover of the night, slightly visible under the moon shining on the top of them with countless numbers of little dots scattered all over velvety clear terrestrial, yet in an aligned pattern, maintaining their pre-eminence because of their unique and graceful structure. If the mortals would hold sight of those they would be greedy and envious for not having them.
Tattoos beautifully inked in the perfectly toned body, wings stretched out in the lucid flow of night air. If his wings were white, someone would've mistaken him for an angel fallen on earth from the sky, nonetheless, he never for once grumbled about his wings' colour. They were his identity. He was a grim reaper and reapers should look deadly, heavenly deadly. They should emit darkness as they weren't warriors of peace and calm. His physique also wasn't any less than a Greek God, another reason for him owning a self-centred personality. He, undeniably, was rare of his kind.
From dusk till dawn, he stood there. Keeping his eyes open, scanning the place and looking for anything unusual. When the sun eventually appeared up above the horizon, replacing the beauty of the night, the light of stars was drowned out by the bright light. Grim decided to pay a visit to the spirit of air, to collect details whether he knew anything about the last night incident or not and how much had he found out about the escaped demon.
In a swift blink, he shot for the sky. Soon he was flying above the clouds, bright rays of the morning sun breaking through milky and fluffy cotton balls in the sky. His upper body, exposed to the radiant light, was magnificently glowing. When he landed on the northern realm of skies, he folded his wings and walked towards the ancient stone structure. Crossing the gate which had a unique zig-zag pattern designed on it, he walked past the big lawn, a small fountain to its south, and reached a narrow passageway. The walls on either side were made of white marbles. In the same cool composure, he entered the room to his left.
"Look who finally decided to come back home", the spirit of the air who was facing the wall turned around. Grim's walk didn't produce any sound but his dark demeanour was enough to speak out his existence.
"You must have enjoyed your time since I wasn't around", as sassy as always, grim snorted back.
"Guess the long gone stubborn pain in the a*s is back now", put the duo in talking back and mocking contest. Hours would turn into days and days into months but their scoffing wouldn't come to an end.
"Believe me I'm too big to fit in there", grim taunted, his derisive laugh slicing through the calm atmosphere of the realm.
"Pain in the a*s is always dealt with patience despite its size", how the spirit wanted to turn this self-willed in a balloon and blew the air out of him, he again withstood the obstinate piece of pride.
"I'm not up for this useless shit. Have you found out anything on Kol?", he left his phone in the car down on earth. He needed to know what time was it so that he could hurry back to earth before the little fawn leaves for the library.
"Not on him but one of the demons, who broke out of the hell with him, was spotted on earth. Before the spirit who was following him could have him get caught, the demon managed to disappear. They are the low spirits. You know what I mean? They don't have that sharpness and strength to plan this all and act on their own. We know the mastermind and are clearly aware of his motives. There is no other reason for him to escape hell other than killing you. You took everything from him. Now he is out with the other demons whom he wouldn't hesitate to kill either if he needed to and we would want it to happen in the very least scenario. They're demons but we do not want any violence, neither on earth nor in any realm. For what they've done, they were sentenced to be locked up in hell for a lifetime. But because of that demon, they're living on earth among humans. Presently, you've seen how delicate the matter is. I need you to complete your task today and come back here."
"If he's coming to kill me then let him get to me. Let's see how is he going to do that", after hearing the long speech of the spirit, grim opened his mouth. Neither of what the spirit said was new information to him except the ran-off demon sighted on earth. He needed the exact location where he was last seen but asking anything regarding that matter could put him in suspicion because Ian was the most quick-witted among all the spirits.
"You didn't hear me out? Stop your childish nonsense and wrap things down there", forasmuch as he enjoyed teasing grim in the beginning, he was regretting it now. Had he let him complete his task without interfering in the matter, he wouldn't be worrying about grim now.
"I've my own ways to deal with things. And yes, I listened to every junky information you just shared with me. I'll wrap things out but... in my way. Now I cannot spare you any more of my valuable and dignified minutes."
'Dignified minutes?! Sometimes he makes me rethink the fact that his overly proud a*s fought that deadly battle and actually won!', Ian upheld his calm stance, but as a matter of fact, he was losing his forbearance.
He had to act hell for leather now. The problem was that he couldn't assign another reaper to write that girl's name in the Death Note. The grim reaper who was originally given the task would've to do it by himself, if not, well nobody had seen what would happen if they wouldn't. In the case of refusal, the grim reaper would be solely responsible for everything.
The spirit of the air summoned the spirit of hope. Now that grim had declined his order, more sounded like a humble request, he would take the matter in his hands and make grim come back at any cost.