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I was a butler serving the brightest, strongest woman I had ever met. Madam Red, or Angelina Dalles as I knew her as - in private, at least.
Angelina Dalles and Lau are searching through various shelves and drawers while Grell is kneeling on the floor behind a sofa. The door opens and he sits up.
This was how I met Sebastian. It took me longer than I'm proud of to realise his true identity, but at least he didn't discover mine until later. That was a day I'd rather forget.
Grell pulls his bow from his hair and brushes it, the dark brown locks fading into bright red. He switches his white butler gloves for standard black reaper ones.
I thought I'd won. I slashed him with my scythe, I cut deep into his arm. But he turned it round on me.
Sebastian approaches Grell, preparing to attack him with his own scythe as he tears his ripped coat from it. It springs back to life.
I thought I was going to die.
Grell gasps as he hits the floor. He tries to back away, sliding himself on the floor away from him, but he wasn't moving quick enough.
But I didn't.
Grell has his eyes squeezed shut at this point, but he looks across slowly when he hears the clanging of metal.
"I've come to claim that reaper there."
I was saved. He saved me. And this wasn't the only time.
"Do you realise what may happen to you?"
"I deserve anything they throw at me."
"I don't think you quite understand."
They could have had me executed. They nearly did, but Will spoke on my behalf. He put his career on the line for me. I could never repay him for that.
I should have tried harder.