There hadn't been as much deaths lately, which is a bit confusing to the Crimson Reaper. But, she had seen quite a sight in front of a store.
A couple of British Naobs; otherwise known as the third or fourth sons of certain families that returned from India were attacked and called 'children of laziness'. She couldn't argue with that. Third/fourth sons or daughters would barely get any form of inheritance if any during these times and be singled out, resulting in having to fend for themselves. And since most of them didn't want to do any work of the sort, they went off to India where they had a luxurious lifestyle. Naturally, the locals wouldn't be happy of such outsiders taking advantage of their land, resources and even their women. It happened time and time again.
"Well, at least no one's dead this time, right Senior Sutcliff?" John asked.
"...I suppose so. We can let Phantomhive handle this since we have no business here. And you don't have to call me that all the time." Grelle said as she and John started to leave the scene, only for a certain voice to come up.
"Now what are you doing here, Ms. Sutcliff?" Of course Sebastian asked.
"I was on break when I came across this scene. Though 'Children of Laziness'. Sounds ideal for these so-called gentlemen." Grell said as the inspector overheard them.
"Are you mocking this?!" He shouted as Grell looked unfazed.
"No. Just stating you don't know of these men. Their all third/fourth sons of their respective noble families." Grell said getting their attention.
"That would explain a few things. Any one would do the same thing if their land was being reaped by outsiders for profit and self-enrichment." John said.
Grell tuned out the rest of the conversation noting they had to go back to headquarters.
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Oddly, not a lot of deaths occurred and headquarters got all fixed and reapers got back to work.
To her surprise, William allowed Grell to take a week off since they promoted a number of young reapers. She decided to see the Curry Competition in London. It had been a long time since she had curry.
She was at the competition when she heard a man talking to her. Remembering to hide her teeth, she turned to the man.
"Now, what's a fair lady like yourself doing here on her own? Shouldn’t you be with your husband?" He asked.
Frowning, Grell replied. "I'm not married."
"Ah, apologies. I'm Harold West Jeb, perhaps you heard of me?"
"No. Too busy with work. I've been given the day off by my boss."
'Sides, he's married and hitting on another woman, me. But not for long...' she thought.
Apparently, his time was coming soon.
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She managed to get away from Jeb in time before his little trophy wife Mina could find him. Though she had to hide from Sebastian who also entered the competition.
He won anyway though.
She then spied on Jeb and Mina who were trailed by a Chinese man and girl.
Well, they both are done for.
After the Chinese man and girl offed the couple, Grell figured she might as well collect their souls.
Looking over Mina’s record, the red reaper was disgusted. Marrying money and a title never protected anyone.
Well, she's taken care of extra work for William now.
And serves Jeb right for hitting on her...
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Crimson Mistress of Reapers
FanfictionHeather Potter was eager for death to finally take her as she approached old age. However, it seems that the Hallows aren't gonna let their true mistress go so easily. And so, she's sent into a new dimension as a reaper which confuses her new acquit...
