God Is A Red Woman

Heaven

      ㅡ But of course. ㅡ The man smirked at the woman who promiscuously displayed one of the plump, pale legs on the massive wooden table.

The next day came, and with it the usual routine, tidying up the house and taking orders from the twin Phantomhive. That day seemed to be just another day, except for a visit expected by the redhead, Othello.

The boy with brown and curly locks was received by Undertaker peacefully, without much ceremony, Grelle was called by the eldest and alone, both younger shinigamis went to the office to talk.

ㅡ I hoped you would come more armed and with your admirable plan in place.ㅡ said the redhead cynically, organizing the various folders of documents on the boy's table, keeping it in the drawer.

ㅡ You know me well, you know I'm not like that. And... besides, there is a piece missing in this plan and you know very well who it is. ㅡOthello replied, sitting in the leather chair, relaxing on the soft part in a relaxed way.

ㅡ I'm sorry for that, but I had a priority.ㅡ replied the redhead sitting on her master's chair and fixing her red hair in a loose bun in the agony of that day's heat.

ㅡBut you could have done it later and with someone else.ㅡThe boy replied indignantly and the redhead laughed huffily.

ㅡ Who? When? If my work is eternal and I will never stop being shinigami. They will not do anything for me. Othello, Undertaker finally made my dream come true, a dream that it was necessary for me to die for it to be realized, do you have any idea what that is? ㅡ Said the redhead getting up in revolt around the table, standing in front of her and pouring out the rude words to the man the younger one who looked at her with sadness and pity in his eyes.

ㅡ But that could be resolved, I would find a way to do that. ㅡ replied the boy.

ㅡ How? Isn't that against the rules? Something you hate to break so much, Othello? Hypocrisy for us to see around here. ㅡHe said in a rude tone, walking around mockingly. Reflecting, Othello said nothing and stood for a few seconds staring at the floor with the vast and expensive beige carpet.

ㅡ Othello, I'm sorry. Undertaker offered me this proposal and made my dream come true, now it's my turn to fulfill my deal. You were an excellent guy I had the pleasure of meeting, you were someone sweet, kind and very respectful to me, different from all that department dumpster that only looks at me with contempt and calls me a freak in the back. ㅡ Said the woman gesturing and Othello did not look at her, he listened attentively to seeing that beige floral carpet with pastel tones under his feet.

ㅡ I understand it, and I don't judge it. ㅡ Said the man finally getting up and approaching the woman.

ㅡ You know that everything has consequences and that you can get hurt in that choice. ㅡ He continued to alert the woman.

ㅡ Darling, I already got hurt a lot in this life and immortality. Believe me, nothing affects me anymore. ㅡ Said the redhead in a tone of consolation, the boy looked with a sad look, nodded and left, leaving the older shinigami behind, left the mansion without saying anything and without leaving a trace that he had already been there.

Returning to the kitchen, she saw through the window, Undertaker through the yard enjoying the breeze of that summer day. Before long, he went to the man and sat on the grass, noticing the woman's presence, the funeral director sits beside her.

ㅡ How was the conversation?ㅡ Undertaker ask to the girl next to him, who was unzipping two buttons of his white short-sleeved shirt, caressing the brown leather corset due to the heat, asked casually.