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***A year previously***
Eric held a candle close to him, illunating his face in the light. "Halloween night, tha' only night where reaper's souls can be claimed. Tha' only night in which demons can break free from their contracts and run rampant throughout London town."
A weak cough was heard, before Alan spoke. "London is a city, Eric."
"I know tha'. Jus' a sayin', Al."
"Whatever." Ronald grinned. "Jus' pass me a beer."
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***Present. Halloween night.***
Ronald had lost his friends, Alan and Eric, a few months later. Still, he understood. He too would sacrifice anything for the one that he loved.
Ronald ported to meet up with his boss and lover, William T. Spears. It was going to be a long night of reaping. William took in Ronald's appearance, a sailor suit with tiny shorts. The whole costume was ripped and bloody. "That is hardly professional attire."
"Come on, boss. It's Halloween!"
"You are still on a job. We have a dress code for a reason."
"Well I like it. Actually boss, can I ask y' somthin'?
"No."
"Eric ... he said somethin' last year 'bout demons bein' able ta' take reaper's souls on Halloween and 'bout contracts between humans and demons not applyin'?"
"And your point would be?"
"Is it true?"
The staff of Williams scythe was jabbed sharply into the ground, his glasses adjusted with his other hand. "Of course it is true."
"Woah, really?!"
It took all of William's will to not grit his teeth in annoyance. "Yes. Were you not listening at all in the academy?"
"Na, borin'."
"Well you should have been. Halloween is the one day in which all logic is tipped on its axis. All the more reason for you to wear something that you will actually be able move in."