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Chapter 1 “Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water... jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill- Jill? Jill...where did Jill go?” A pair of green eyes looked up, “YOU TOOK JILL FROM ME!” There was a flash and a spatter of blood Nights sat up in bed, the blankets tangling around his legs. He took a few deep breaths and wiped the sweat from his face. The memory of his first interaction with Jackal, after Reala was cured of blindness, continued to haunt him. He had never seen someone so mad, or terrifying. Nights picked up his persona and checked the time, “Oh! For Lucids sake!” He jumpe

January 22nd So I went back to that alley and Grell wasn't there.. I'm happy he didn't freeze there…. My arms hurt really bad from the fight we had. I might have to go back to the hospital to have them checked… January 23rd.. So late this evening.. Not as late as I'm writing this I went to the Undertakers cause I was afraid that maybe Grell had frozen to death and ended up there. He sure gave me hell for the fight.. And for leaving him out in the snow… He told me to hold onto those I find dear and also told me that he had to take Grell to the hospital earlier that day to get help. I felt awful, I still feel awful… and my

Journal, I don't really know how to write one of these really, I've just seen so many people at work with these and figured this could help me release some of my pent up rage…. It's the last day of the year, so tonight  will be partying with everyone to celebrate the dawning of a new era. It's a silly concept, I just hope there is booze and girls. January 1st, I decided to start dating this journal now, The party was a disaster! That damned Grell, he's so… Oh I don't even have a word for it. I could just call him a lunatic but even that is to light a word for him! Let me explain why I am so angry, We were all at the

     Insufferable.     It really stung him.     Kankri was used to nasty names like that, and he'd learned to keep a straight face through the taunting and verbal abuse.  However, name-calling was one of the many subjects that sent him into a long-winded sermon about how some trolls could be 'tri99ered' by such a manner of speech, which only led to more bullying, and eventually to more sermons.  The cycle was vicious and never ending.     And unavoidable.     Even gentle Aranea, with sad blue eyes, had told him on more than one occasion to be quiet.  Though she was known as a rather talkative troll, her stories, he supposed, were more i

Chapter Four – Deal With the Devil After over an hour of talking Grell and Ciel came to the conclusion that the redheaded Reaper would need more then for the two Demons to open a portal to hell for him. Both Demons had began explaining that he would stand out way to much in hell, and that the moment he entered Hell every Demon around would be able to sense him, "Look I don't care what it takes, if you can help me do what I want I'd do anything, I don't care what your prise is- I'd even sell you my soul if that would get you to help me!" Grell said stopping the obsessive-compulsive passing he'd been doing ever since his conversion with

The Library was quiet and empty, the halls echoed with emptiness. Undertaker hated it, he had been a Shinigami for well over a millennia before retiring and never in any of his years had it been quite in the Library. In the Reaper realm the Library wasn't quiet, it was noisy, filled with the sounds of Reapers rushing around, moving from realm to realm, chatter and… well noise. It was the only way Undertaker new how to describe it, so for the Library to be so silent, it was defining. With a loud sigh he walked out onto one of the many balconies of the Library, "Hm, what are we going to do? The world needs us but he isn't ready to take o