UndertakerXGrell fanfic Ch. 1

Chapter 1:
The moth becomes a butterfly

        "Mikael Br`odham."
        He cowers before the council in a large, dark room, dim candlelight flickering on the grey stone walls. The soft sound of sobbing pervades the grim silence as he kneels before them, naked and covered in bloody wounds. His hair is wet with sweat, and it sticks to his back, not managing to cover the hundreds of scars clustered there. It is a pathetic creature.
        "You have been convicted of committing all seven of the deadly sins."
        The sobbing grows louder, his tortured soul screaming, raw, stripped from it's body and forced out into a cruel reality.
        "You are sentenced to serve as a Shinigami for all of eternity."
        The apparition screams, flailing in horror, as it flickers once, twice, before bones begin to build up, forming a skeleton. Raw muscle ropes over it, writhing and growing. The screaming grows more and more intense, agonizing, hurt, pain, all of the worries and cares in all of the world condensing into this one scream, this one sound, this plea to the heavens, to make it stop, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!
        And then it is done, and the man curls, as if to protect his newly housed soul. No trace of the disfiguring scars remain, nothing to identify him as the wretched being he was a few moments before. He is still, except for the faint trembling of his back, and the tears that drip from his eyes, silently. Silently.
        "Your new name is Grell Sutcliff. From now on you are to serve the Shinigami as a Reaper, Section B, Recruit #461. Do not forget this."
        A hooded assistant comes forward, and drapes a cloak over his back. He stands up gingerly, and walks out of the room. The oak doors shut softly, as if they know the magnitude of what has occurred, and wish to honor it.
        "…How do you think this one will do?" A council member asked, looking nervously at the man sitting in the center chair.
        Undertaker leaned back, an incomprehensible smile hidden behind layers of ash-colored hair. Clicking his nails together, he answered, smiling even wider. "Very well, I think."