Post by Randomman on Jul 25, 2010 23:30:15 GMT -5
"I'm disappointed Madam Red! I have no interest in you if you're just like all the other women!" The blood red Death God spoke with much distaste, As he stabbed through the troubled heart of Madam Red drenching her white inner shirt in a blossoming red flower of despair.
The last heir of the noble family and the Queens watchdog, Ciel Phantomhive stood shocked as his Aunt slowly fell to her death. But something usually happened. Mysterious glowing records like those of a picture film started unraverling from the wounded Madam Red.
"This is..." The dark raven haired head butler of the Phantomhive manor, Sebastian Michaelis asked coolly.
"The memories played back to be judged on the list of those who are scheduled to die by a higher power. This is the job of us reapers. What kind of human they are , what sort of life they led, Whether they should be allowed to live or be killed..." The green eyed reaper said flatly between a smiley face full of sharp teeth. "In other words, a flashback of their life?" The butler questioned the eccentric crimson killer. "My, do stop it with all those horrible, old fashioned names" Sutcliffe covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his humorous grin. "The dramatic pain." he sighed "This is the true power of the reaper... cinematic record."
Madam Red's life strip plays on: "I'll turn everything red with these hands." her eyes now a lite of crimson flames. "My, you put on quite a show." She turned looking up on the rooftops upon a carmine haired man in the blood ruby moonlight, smiling down at her. "A bright red reaper laughingly called out to me."
The record reaches its end back into gloomy reality ~
"I loved you covered in the blood of others" said the reaper with his grinning chesire smile, but suddenly it faded. "Madam Red! To think you were such a ridiculous woman! I'm so disappointed." He strutted close to her corpse kneeing down "You have no right to wear red." snatching the coat with out struggle as his devious smile shown once more. "The cheap show is over." Grell slipped on the coat with ease as he was starting to stroll off without even a glance behind. "Goodbye Madam Red."
(This post was brought to you by a smexy cat-ish girl & her death god aka DanShu)
The last heir of the noble family and the Queens watchdog, Ciel Phantomhive stood shocked as his Aunt slowly fell to her death. But something usually happened. Mysterious glowing records like those of a picture film started unraverling from the wounded Madam Red.
"This is..." The dark raven haired head butler of the Phantomhive manor, Sebastian Michaelis asked coolly.
"The memories played back to be judged on the list of those who are scheduled to die by a higher power. This is the job of us reapers. What kind of human they are , what sort of life they led, Whether they should be allowed to live or be killed..." The green eyed reaper said flatly between a smiley face full of sharp teeth. "In other words, a flashback of their life?" The butler questioned the eccentric crimson killer. "My, do stop it with all those horrible, old fashioned names" Sutcliffe covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his humorous grin. "The dramatic pain." he sighed "This is the true power of the reaper... cinematic record."
Madam Red's life strip plays on: "I'll turn everything red with these hands." her eyes now a lite of crimson flames. "My, you put on quite a show." She turned looking up on the rooftops upon a carmine haired man in the blood ruby moonlight, smiling down at her. "A bright red reaper laughingly called out to me."
The record reaches its end back into gloomy reality ~
"I loved you covered in the blood of others" said the reaper with his grinning chesire smile, but suddenly it faded. "Madam Red! To think you were such a ridiculous woman! I'm so disappointed." He strutted close to her corpse kneeing down "You have no right to wear red." snatching the coat with out struggle as his devious smile shown once more. "The cheap show is over." Grell slipped on the coat with ease as he was starting to stroll off without even a glance behind. "Goodbye Madam Red."
(This post was brought to you by a smexy cat-ish girl & her death god aka DanShu)
