Uh that sexy beast up there can be you if ya want. (I do not own that image and take no responsibility of it, if you are the owner or know the owner please let me know)
BTW THERE WILL BE SPOILERS OF THE ANIME THROUGH OUT THIS STORY. This story is set in Season 1 Ep 5 and 6.
Just being clear with you, you are 'Death' aka the boss. Btw your scythe is this and yes I know it's Maka's death scythe aka Soul. (I do not own the picture below, if you are the owner contact me, or if you know who the owner is contact me as well)
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(M/N) POV
I sat on a chimney as I stared down at the scene in front of me. It was quit amusing, I mean there was a lot of blood everywhere and hesitation.
I had just watched a navy haired boy go up against a red headed women, they had seemed to be in a heated argument, she was choking him! Then well she went spalt! If you get what I mean.
Well the kid didn't do it, it was Grell, Williams gonna be having her ass.
That kid looks traumatized, if I have things right, that was his supposed Aunt. Oh look at that Grell stole the fucking coat of the dead women. Oh dear me.
Wait you probably think I would give a shit since I'm the big bad reaper, good ol death, but no I don't really give a fuck.
I mean there should be 'harmony, control and order' in humans lives, but this just seems interesting, I mean after living for so long it gets quit boring, everything just seems the same, it goes over and over and ov-
Oh fuck, Grell's having their ass handed to her. The crow demon just rammed his coat in Grell's scythe, oh my, this is promising.
"Argh what the hell?!" Grell seethed out.
"That was my finest tailcoat, it was made of the highest quality of Yorkshire wool, it is a very tricky fabric," the demon said as he watched Grell try but to no success pull out the coat. "Once it becomes caught in something it's exceedingly difficult to remove." The demon finished.
Well Grell you are pretty shit at fighting.
"Oh how can you do this to me??" Grell cried.
"I acquire that coat at the manor and I certainly didn't want to use it for something like this," the demon said as he walked towards Grell. "But you have ruined it after all." The demon gave a eye closed smile as he began cracking his knuckles.
Grell's face was hilarious, the actual shock that was placed on her face, well I better not interfere, this is going way too well.
"So then physical arts then? That suits me quit well, I do have some expertise in that area." The demon said as he did that same eyes closed smile.
