Grell arrived in England.
"Now where was this young demon,"
Grell looked around and saw humans fleeing from the west. So east then. He began his walk at a quick pace. The screams started being louder as He came closer to the scene. Darkness was seeping from a concentrated point.
"Ah there is the feral child,"
Grell spotted the demon child. And released his power. His appearance changed to a black suit with skulls and his hair pulled back glass tinted red and scythe in hand. His power overflowed enough for the darkness to shrink back. He flared his power again causing the darkness to fully shrink back and reveal a small demon child.
"Well you are in some trouble,"
The child hissed at him.
"Now now none of that I am willing to let it go you just need to come with me,"
The child hesitated. Grell reached out his hand. The child grabbed it.
"Now this will be a bit of a pinch,"
They disappear in a flash. Soon the clean up crew arrived and made sure everything was back to normal and that no one remembered the demon child and Master.
Back in Grell's Office
"Master your back,"
"Hey Death,"
"Hello demon child,"
The child blinked.
"Child what is your name,"
"I have no name,"
Death nodded.
"That make sense demoness sometimes abandon their children,"
The child nodded.
"Well than a name,"
"Master how about --------,"
"That is lovely Death what do you think,"
"---------,"
"Yes your name,"
The demon child smiled.
"Who are you,"
"I am the Master of Death I want you to be my child,"
"You wish to be my Father,"
"Yes you would be my youngest child,"
"I would have siblings,"
"I have adopted many children,"
The demon child smiled.
"Yes please be my Father,"
"Well then ------- you are now my child,"
The child smiled happily.
"Well then Death get a reaper to clean up a room,"
"Already done Master,"
"Good,"