Scarlett
Prologue-In which a reaper takes a humble position
How do I find myself in such positions? A mere assignment to figure out why the soul retrieval list was packed so nicely with a plethora of ripe souls ready for the retrieval, turned into a glorious, joyful, and murderous symphony of blood, terror, and retribution. Ah, I love the smell of retribution in the morning. How long has it been since I found myself in the employee of the beautiful, majestic, and devastating deadly Angelina Dalles? Well, not nearly long enough by any accounts. I haven't has so much fun in ages.!
The only thing that sucks about this assignment is the drab attire. Way too little red, I cannot work in these abhorrent conditions some day. Reaping souls and murder requires a uniform that screams pizazz, romance, and of course passion. Well, that and red doesn't show blood. When one is responsible for the chores, the washing of the wardrobe, and other household duties you begin to think about how you are going to get the blood out of your attire.
Ah yes blood. Beautiful, glorious, passion filled blood; the liquid of true beauty. Silly humans and their dallying and dabbling into emotions and "matters of the heart", it makes for a bad murder. Humans have this constant hesitation before they decide to go in for the final blow. It is sickening. Have humans always impeded their own goals just to satisfy some annoying emotional attachment to another? That is why my current partner is so perfect. She takes out her hatred of those who are so willing to throw a life away, by taking away the life of those who are so callous. A ballet of passion!
Of course Madam Red does not nee me to accomplish her goals, but her willingness to take her careless, clueless, and awkward butler along for the fun makes her all the more likeable. Now I just need to convince Madam that her divine coat would adorn my body with a perfect semblance of red that she loves and hates so much.