"I thought a reapers scythe is confiscated after retirement!" The blonde headed reaper asked as blood ran down his chin. "We've been together so long I couldn't bare to part with it, you understand. Though I admit smuggling it out wasn't easy." The Undertaker spoke gruffly, his silk finger-tips and black nails trailing over the blade soothingly. "Well now it would appear that the tables have turned and the hunters have become the hunted, are you ready little fox's I'm after you now." The ex-reaper spoke, his emerald green eyes revealed as a sinister smirk over-came his lips. "that's enough Adrian." A sultry and pure voice called out, making the Undertakers eyes widen.