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Previously "Mater Mea"
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After spending her past years in total isolation, [Name] [Lastname] settles down in the heart of London, yet her peace is short-lived as she opens her eyes to meet the view of 19th-c...
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The sound of the rain on cobblestones filled the air, the faint smell of wet earth rising to meet it. The rain fell heavily, bouncing off the narrow streets and alleyways, creating small puddles at their feet.
The rain seemed to intensify as it fell, forming tiny rivulets that ran along the walls and into the drains. The raindrops appeared to be alive, like tiny creatures dancing in a constant rhythm. The sound of the rain on the roof added to the effect, creating a harmony of sound that seemed to pulse with life.
All life but Mary Jane Kelly. The deep crimson liquid flowed and dripped down the cracks, adding colour to the dirty, dull alleyway.
"That's great to hear, after all, I am an actress. And quite a good one at that" Long red hair flowed down her back, eyes that were once maroon now an electrifying green. " Of course, you're not really Sebastian either, are you?"
The slight noise of a gun reloading did not catch any of their attention as they were exchanging words, "Sebastian is the name my master gave me, so that is who I am. for now"
She was getting a glorious view of it all, the wonderous red clashing with the dreary background that was the alleyway. She almost felt bad for the readied shot she was soon going to take.
"-Anyway, here we are Sebastian- no, I'll call you Bassy!" The redhead flicks her hair before gesturing to herself "Let me introduce myself, the Burnett butler Grell Sutcliff. What do you say? Let's get along," Grell spoke before she sent a flying kiss towards the disgusted demon, "Ah, it's so nice to talk to you in my true form, I'll admit I was surprised when I first met you, I've never seen a demon play a butler"
"And I could say the same about you, I've never thought I'd find one of your kind playing a butler either...You're supposed to be an intermediary between man and god,
A grim reaper.
Why would a divine being like you pretend to be a servant?"
"Why indeed," Grell spoke sinisterly, "for now let's just say it was out of love for a certain woman,"
"That woman is..?"
"You don't really have to ask, do you?"
The sound of heels against cobblestone was harsh compared to the rain, a figure walked out of the door, the disgusting squelch of blood as her heels made heavy contact with the ground, "Sebastian.."
The boy lifted his butler's hand that covered his eyes, "...Madam Red..." he glared at his aunt's figure,
"I didn't think anyone would be able to tell who Grell truly is,"
