A Scripta

((This was retconned - it never happened.  However I figured on keeping it here.))

Grim turned over, and looked at Lue's smiling face. "Morning sleepy head," he said with a grin. He whispered the spell and kissed Grim gently.

Grim smiled, putting his arms around him. "I must have been more tired than I thought."

"After last night, they gave me the day off," Lue settled in next to him. "What do you want to do?"

"We can do more research for Blue."

Lue nodded. "I'll go get us some coffee."

"Cream, four sugars."

Lue after another kiss, he walked down to the door of the warehouse, and suddenly got a sharp pain in his chest. It wasn't where his heart was, but it was the place he would feel tugs when the avatar was being used by Grim. He whirled around, and ran back to the bedroom, which suddenly exuded a sickly yellow glow. He ran into the glow and saw Grim in the middle of it, still sitting on the bed, staring at himself. He was beginning to go intangible.

"Grim!" Lue yelled, and ran to him.

Grim reached out his hands to Lue, but they passed through him. "LUE!" he screamed, and slowly faded away.

When Grim was gone, Lue slammed his fists on the bed in pure fury. "Grim..." he sobbed, falling to his knees beside the bed.



Grim looked down and saw he was still sitting and now wearing the gray clothes that he wore when he did reaper work. The world around him was cast in a yellow fog, though he could see his way through it. He was in the middle of a forest. He got up and stretched his black wings. He heard a noise in the brush, and turned toward it. Then another on the other side. Then another. His hand dropped to his belt, but his dagger was gone.

Slowly, angels came out from the trees. They were all in white, all carrying swords. He counted six of them.

"Uh...hi?"

They spoke in unison: "You have brought humans into the spirit world without permission."

"It was an emergency. Somebody else brought one of ours here--"

"But--"

All the angels raised their swords and pointed them at him. Grim put his hands up.

"Only one can come with you," said one angel, coming toward him, still holding the sword out. "The one whose heart belongs to you."

Grim nodded. "Okay, look, I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"No," said the angel, "You will not."

They all spoke together, "For a cycle of the moon, you will have pain upon your return from here, to remember that the living are not permitted entry here."

Grim had felt pain before, but nothing like this. It filled his entire body, like someone was sticking knives in him, inside and out. Someone was tearing off his wings, his flesh, his eyes. He couldn't help but scream in agony, and that didn't help things. The pain went on and on, seemingly forever, and then it got worse. He prayed for bliss. He prayed to pass out, but he couldn't. Finally, either it abated or he got used to it, he couldn't tell which, and he slowly felt the coolness of stone on his face. He slowly moved sideways, moaning from the leftover pain.

He heard someone bounding up the stairs, and felt Lue skid to the floor next to him. "Beloved! Are you all right?"

"Pain..." he moaned. "Everywhere."

Lue started drawing a pain blocking rune on his temple. Grim screamed and writhed, slamming his head on the stone floor. Lue stopped and tried to hold him down to withdraw the rune. He finally did, and Grim calmed, breathing heavily. Lue held him, rocking him, as the pain subsided, though it seemed to take a very long time. Finally, Grim could speak coherently, and told Lue what had happened. Lue clenched his jaw. "Again, you suffer for them!"

"I honestly didn't think, it was all my fault--"

"They should share this pain with you. But they wouldn't. I would ."

Grim shook his head. "I don't want you to, love. It's only for a month. I'll be okay. I can't die from it." He looked up at Lue. "Just hold me when it happens?"

Lue held him tight. "I will. Always."