Author's Note: My first attempt at Grell POV, originally written for LJ Comm Kurohedonism's "trembling" prompt. This one's OT, but you never know where they'll go from here!
Grell's Fairy Tales:
Reaping Beauty
Once upon a time there lived a delectable reaper named Grell, a creature of such blood-red and razor-toothed loveliness that the mortal world could not behold her and live. Imprisoned in grueling work and punished for her ingenuity in choice of tools, poor Reaping Beauty was reduced to a life of servitude. True, she was in awe of her terrible keeper, the cruelly handsome William of Spears; yet she could not capture his bespectacled affections. His keen eyebrow quirked with efficiency as he gave his orders, leaving the Beauty to long for escape even as she craved his incomparably tidy embrace. "Oh, Will," cried Reaping Beauty, trembling under the moon's light until her slender form was wracked with shudders and wild tears of longing. Would no one save her?
One day when her mercilessly hot jailer was busy with meaningless paperwork, Reaping Beauty recaptured her precious chainsaw and fled. With giddy abandon, she basked in momentary freedom, claiming lives with gay abandon, delighting as blood poured forth, as crimson as her flowing locks. How she toiled and tittered, slaughtered and sang. And yet, it was all hollow. William would soon find her, reclaim her weapon, and never give his heart. Grell sighed with overwhelming and dramatic sorrow. Though none could match her splendor, what meaning was there to existence without love?
While weeping piteously beside the corpses of many a sodden victim, the Beauty peered from beneath damp lashes to glimpse a stunning perfection almost equal to her own. It was the Demon Prince Sebastian! The blackness flowed from him, hair sleek as a raven's feathers and eyes of glowing coal. Now it was not the well-attired William for whom Grell's teeth gnashed and tongue lolled, it was the sauntering Sebastian! Launching forth, weapon unsheathed, Reaping Beauty vaulted at her one true love. "Sebas-chan!" she wailed. "Kiss me!" And met only with his hard, white-gloved fist.
Regaining awareness, poor Reaping Beauty found herself once again in the ranks of the reapers, to labor and sweat, despite her sensitive constitution. O, sweet and tender Grell, so ripe for love yet forbidden its moist and naughty luxuries! O, luscious and horny Reaping Beauty, would she never have her prize?
Fear not, dear readers, for the cold neglect of William and Sebastian only spurred Grell's determination. Even armed with only the tiniest pair of scissors, Reaping Beauty still had the sexiest eyes and juiciest lips the underworld had ever known, and she would not rest until she severed the bonds that kept her from eternal love. And, if not love, most certainly the wickedest threesome of her most depraved dreams.