A/N Guess who's back with another Black Butler fic! That's right, it's Scotland'sPond! Anyway, the prologue is a sort of teaser of what's to come. You see, this was originally going to be a 1x1 roleplay on ChickenSmoothie, but it never took off and I didn't want to waste the plot! Reviews are appreciated and I'll have the first chapter ready, ASAP! By the way, I don't own Grell-san (I wish, lol) but I do own Philomena, who shall be center stage in the next chapter!
Kinda A/N: Lady of Kalam here, just publishing one of my bestest friend ever stories, this is the second Blabk (nice)BUTTler fic she has imperio-ed me into publishing
Prologue:
Reaping souls had its ups and downs but Grell Sutcliff was bored to death. Ever since the unfortunate incident of his past (that is, his dealings with Madam Red), William T. Spears had only given him the dullest, most mundane assignments.
Sighing, the redhaired Shinigami leaned against the steeple of one of London's many churches and consulted the List, his yellow-green eyes scanning the page for anything, ANYTHING, even remotely interesting, but nothing appealed to him in the slightest.
"Oh, Will..." he sighed to himself, pouting as he studied the List of horribly undramatic deaths. "Won't you ever get over..." His voice trailed off as a new entry appeared in the hefty book he held. His bold eyes, framed by long (albeit, fake) eyelashes, widened and a huge grin crossed his face as he quickly read the latest addition to the To-Die List. Yes, oh, yes~ Something to finally break the boring streak that he had been plagued with! Taking off towards the East End, Grell's thoughts were focused on the event to come, the event that made him giddy with anticipation:
A murder, and a most curious one, indeed.