William T. Spears (
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The next afterlife
[ In hindsight, it was obvious. Reapers worked tirelessly, for centuries, trying to reach that one final goal - to be forgiven. For most, the feat of learning the value of life was impossible. The depression that lingered with them after they took their own lives was only compounded by their roles as death gods. So many joyous lives cut short, the lucky mortal's record almost mocking the unfortunate reapers as they watched the panels flip past their eyes. Most would forget they even had a chance to be forgiven, drowning in the enteral job set before them.
But, on rare occurrences, a reaper would find themselves before a jury, summoned away from their desks overflowing with paperwork on scheduled deaths. That is where William stands now. And perhaps even more surprising, is the other who stands beside him - Grell Sutcliffe. William had hardly believed himself capable of forgiveness, but the redhead...she'd looked at the mortal realm and laughed, hardly caring (and often finding it amusing) if she was the listed cause of death for some of those unfortunate people. How she is here, as well, is beyond him.
The committee has decided the both of you have come to an understanding on how valuable life truly is.
The woman at the centre of the row of judges addresses them both. William's brow creases, but he refrains from asking the obvious question of why, lest he ruin their chances at eternal peace.
Now that that matter is dealt with, we will move on to assessing your sins as a mortal.
William's expression quickly shifts to honest surprise, his eyes widening and blinking in confusion. The term 'forgiven' had been a misnomer since the beginning. How had he been so naive to think all their wrong doings while they'd been alive would be waved off as if they'd meant nothing? Swallowing heavily, he gives a brief side glance to Grell. For the first time, in this afterlife, he is scared. ]
But, on rare occurrences, a reaper would find themselves before a jury, summoned away from their desks overflowing with paperwork on scheduled deaths. That is where William stands now. And perhaps even more surprising, is the other who stands beside him - Grell Sutcliffe. William had hardly believed himself capable of forgiveness, but the redhead...she'd looked at the mortal realm and laughed, hardly caring (and often finding it amusing) if she was the listed cause of death for some of those unfortunate people. How she is here, as well, is beyond him.
The committee has decided the both of you have come to an understanding on how valuable life truly is.
The woman at the centre of the row of judges addresses them both. William's brow creases, but he refrains from asking the obvious question of why, lest he ruin their chances at eternal peace.
Now that that matter is dealt with, we will move on to assessing your sins as a mortal.
William's expression quickly shifts to honest surprise, his eyes widening and blinking in confusion. The term 'forgiven' had been a misnomer since the beginning. How had he been so naive to think all their wrong doings while they'd been alive would be waved off as if they'd meant nothing? Swallowing heavily, he gives a brief side glance to Grell. For the first time, in this afterlife, he is scared. ]
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Wh-what? Ah. Right…
[ Crawling free back some, she pulls herself up to sit with a shake of the head. ]
I suppose we’ll need to ensure that we find well paying jobs, as I imagine that they will want to kick us out eventually.
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We will need to do a bit of exploring. Find out exactly how things function down here.
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Resting back against the bed, she wiggles her panties up her legs. ]
Well. At the very least, we’ll be doing that together.
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I suppose, if I must.
[ Look, he's capable of dry humor! ]
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I wouldn’t have it any other way.
[ Rolling up onto her feet, she pulls the dress on, slides an arm behind her neck to tug her hair free. Walking over to the mirror, she adjusts the fabric over her breasts - which look fantastic, thank god, because the rest of her gets a wrinkle of the nose. Sans makeup, hair still damp - and then, of course, the bizarre feline qualities. Well, perhaps those could be worse. ]
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[ William's got quite the same look on his face as he views her from behind. That tail is doing quite a good job of leaving most of Grell's ass fully visible. Making an executive decision, William comes up behind her, first pulling at the fabric of her panties. There's a tearing sound. Then another as he tugs at her dress. Her tail is threaded through them with little regard for any discomfort to her. Be grateful it was all done with a talon and not his scythe! ]
That will at least make you a bit more decent.
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Well. I’m glad that look wasn’t for me, specifically.
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That cheerful girl had clung to them the entire walk through the lobby. Most of what she'd said went through one ear and out the other, but the reminder that they were on the Pride Ring so they wouldn't get lost, stuck with him. ]
Perhaps we should figure out how to get to these other rings, as she put it. Levels of Hell, I can only assume.
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When William stops, she bumps into his back. It seems that she needs to readjust to her new proportions still. ]
Oh! [ Hands on his shoulders, she sidesteps to stand beside him. ] Yes, I suppose that’s a good place to start. Would allow us to get a feel for where to search for our resources. [ Shrug! ] I suppose we’ll have to swipe food of the way.
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It's then that an idea comes to him and those conveniently tucked away wings of his spread out, most certainly giving Grell a startle! ]
It may be easier to locate something of importance from the air.
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So, you’re taking me flying, after all!
[ Reaching out to wrap her arms about his neck, she tosses some fringe back with a flick of the head, and bats her lashes. ]
I’m ready.
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[ But once more, he's scooping her up bridal style. The amount of deep pink the entire realm takes on is rather unsettling. It permeates near every item, making Grell's vibrant red hair stand out all the more. It's really quite beautiful on her, he absently muses, but fails to say aloud. Brushing the thought aside, for now, his wings carry them both upwards, surveying the landscape for anything of potential importance. ]
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Ugh. It smells of smoke stacks, rubbish, and shame - but, somehow worse than that, the entire terrain is an eyesore. They’ve really outdone themselves here.
[ Give her a minute, she’s become distracted by a neon blimp! ]
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What in Death's name is that?
[ That don't look like any blimp he's seen before! ]
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I-- don't think we're in the position to find out.
[ Looking over his shoulder, notably in the opposite direction, she spots an area with sizeable foot traffic. ]
There's a crowd, over that way. There's bound to be something of interest.
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There's a rather large building there. Perhaps someone will take a bit of pity on us and give us some information.
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Still, she reaches up to grab at his shoulders - those nails just barely avoiding the worst - and pulls herself up enough to wrap her arms around his waist and hold on for fear life.
With the mightiest huff, she attempts to shake off that panic! ]
Sure! Whatever you please! Just get us down from here!
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Honestly, aren't felines meant to land on their feet, whatever the case?
[ Others may have meant that as a joke, but William would be the one to purposefully drop her and just assume she'd land gracefully. But, now having a place to head towards, she won't be placed back on solid ground until they're before the grand building. ]
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I only appear to be partly so— and with that in mind, I don’t hope to chance it!
[ She hums. ]
Although, I certainly hope we maintained the resilience we had as reapers… After so long, I don’t know that I’m mentally equipped to properly avoid danger.
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[ Finally landing, the hustle and bustle around the building seems to indicate a hub of some sort. And as they enter, it's more obvious what these rings Charlie had vaguely mentioned are. Literal levels of Hell, accessed by an actual elevator. It'd be a strange take on the flourish and drama mortals believe the afterlife consists of, if William wasn't already exhaustingly used to purgatory being a desk job.
Though, one thing does seem a bit odd. They seem to be the only demons here, the entirety of the crowd consisting of tiny horned imps. ]
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As such, she reaches to take his hand, while they navigate through the crowd. ]
Well, you’ve taken us right to it. What luck!
[ And though there were a variety of creatures outside, it would be incredibly difficult to miss that the building’s occupants were below waist level, and all red! It has her crooning in wonder and confusion! ]
What are they? [ Leaning forward, she tilts her head whilst getting a better look at some passing by. ] Almost cute, wouldn’t you say?
[ The few that overhear her shoot looks of distaste, though one in particular decides to flip her off - making sure it’s above head, so it might be more at eye level, with a hearty, “Fuck off!”
With a hard blink, she stands upright to look at William with shock - and amusement, thankfully. ]
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[ Why William felt the need to retort when he usually couldn't care less what other's opinions were has him frowning at himself. Was it because it was directed towards Grell? Is he suddenly feeling overly protective?? He shakes it off, surveying the rest of the room instead. ]
I can only imagine they were born of this realm.
[ A large colorful screen hangs in the center of the station. It lists the various sins mortals were always warned against, along side, what William can only assume is, times of arrival. ]
What could be different for each? I wouldn't call what we've seen on this level to consist of anything prideful.
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Lucky for him, he distracts her before she can comment on it - but, nonetheless, she has stepped over to slink up against him with a purr of satisfaction. ]
Well, that, I cannot say. We appear to have gone off script from Dante’s reiteration.
[ With her head tilted back to read the sign in full, she idly draws a finger beneath her chin. ]
Purgatory, would have been considered the first ring, to start - and Pride, well, I don’t believe that was one of them at all! I can’t imagine the rest of it would hold any weight, considering.
[ Digging a hand into her fringe to push it back momentarily, she sighs! ]
Well, I suppose we could just opt for the soonest departure, whiiich— just so happens to be ✨lu-uuust✨.
[ Tugging at his arm, there’s a gleeful bounce to her step! ]
Doesn’t that sound fun?
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With all of the tiny creatures around them being too short to see the marks on the ex-reapers' backs, they're quick to assume the two must be newly damned and too stupid to know they can't leave the Pride Ring. Many of the imps around them start to snicker as they step onto the elevator. Others curse them saying they're gonna be late if the stupid demons don't get off. But when the doors close anyway, the realization that the two were reapers comes over all of them and there's wave of laughter through the crowd. "Man, you two really got fucked over!" "Bet they worked their asses off too!" "Oh yeah, I saw these two on last night's episode of Purgatory: Surprise Damnation!"
William glances to Grell, wondering how long it will take her to start punting the rude little imps. ]
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It would appear that our documentary neglected to inform you that I might be the most bloodthirsty bitch of our age!
[ Without further warning, she tosses the imp up just enough that she could readjust her hold, and swing him like a baseball bat, right into another smartassed bystander. The crowd topples back a few feet, and their reactions are mixed; some relocate toward the back of the floor, and others are ready to jump at her!
Now that she’s riled up, Grell is more ready than ever to take them on! It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t have her scythe - she’ll just as well take them in hand-to-hand combat! Extending her newly-acquired claws, her features twist in a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame!
But wait— the raised fur at her forearms warps into enlarged blades! Even more concerning, they begin to move! It’s a slow roll, at first, building speed until they’re whirring to life, much like the belt on her once-beloved chainsaw.
It catches her a bit off-guard, and briefly raises her arms to witness it with question - MANY questions, in fact - but, never mind the impossible, she’s ready to roll with it!! ]
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