A/N: Okay, I assume most of you have either read the manga or seen the anime, therefore I didn't bother copying down the full quotes of what Grell says. This applies for later in the story too.
Grell kicked a random wall in anger. He had had it. He and William had had another argument. Grell had just wanted to give him a nice present (red lingerie) and he had started screaming about 'inappropriate' and 'sexual harassment' and the word 'disgusting' came up several times. In the end, they hadn't resolved anything, so Will had sent him on a number of reaping assignments to keep Grell out of the office.
Grell looked down at his file with disgust. Some prostitute was being murdered, nothing new. Will could have at least have given him an interesting assignment. He looked down. There she was, with a stalker obviously behind her. The stalker was cloaked so he could only see a faint outline.
Grell read the report. The murderer was some doctor named Angelina Durless. He skimmed the rest, but continued to follow the soon-to-be victim.
He listened in on the situation. "Oh, you're the doctor, aren't you?" The victim said. Grell rolled his eyes. "W-Wait—what are you doing? Stop—" But it was too late. The Dr. Durless had already stabbed the woman. Grell looked at the file for motive. He expected that the woman's husband had slept with this particular prostitute.
But instead, he found a small paragraph of the woman's troubled past. She wanted a child, but couldn't, just like Grell. Grell smiled at the report. Even though this woman would never see him, he felt like she might understand his problem.
Ms. Durless, who Grell admitted he was rooting for at this point, continued stabbing her ungrateful victim. Suddenly her coat fell around her shoulders. Grell practically fell off the roof as he leaned forward to get a better look. Around her head was the most beautiful, if messy, mane of bright red hair. It was the same color as his own!
Quickly, he reached for the file for everything known about this fantastic killer. This wasn't the first time she had killed a prostitute for the same reason. In fact, the dispatch was being kept rather busy because of her. Grell's eyes fell to her nickname, "Madame Red."
He fantasized for a moment that he was down there, stabbing the stupid women with her. He could only imagine what Will would say—
Wait, that was it! The perfect way to get back at Will! If Grell helped a mortal woman kill her victims, Will would have no choice but to come and get him!
Madame Red continued stabbing and stabbing. "Oh my. Oh my! What a complete job you have done." He found himself saying.
The red lady looked up. He gave her his largest smile. "Wh-who are you?" She stuttered still caught in her killing frenzy.
"I've been observing you." He lied. Well, not completely, reading the report counted as observing didn't it? "I am the Death God, Grell Sutcliffe, and I sympathize with your plight." He gave the dead prostitute a small kick with his high-heeled boot.
He looked up at her. Her red hair blended seamlessly into the blood. "Allow me to assist you."
"What?" Grell yelled at her. He had met her in her office. She glared at him to keep him quiet.
"If you want to help me, you'll have to blend in. The way you dress currently is too—noticeable."
"Lady, I'm offering you my help. The help of a Death God! Do you know how many serial killers would—"
"Kill for the chance?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "However, if you want to leave, I obviously can't stop you, as you're a God. From what I've heard, though, you've already broken several rules to help me. I can only imagine the consequences for a Death God that helps a mortal."
Grell snarled at her. He silently cursed himself that he had already told her so much of his life. Going back now would ruin his plan to get Will to acknowledge him.
"I've managed to get away with my various murders so far. I don't see why that couldn't continue." Grell was so furious he couldn't think of a good retort. "Now, as it happens, my butler has recently retired. You will take his place. Now are you capable of changing your appearance?"
"Why?" He said coldly.
"Well, to start with, your teeth. They scream 'serial killer.'" He unconsciously touched his teeth protectively. Frowning, he licked them, tooth by tooth until they became smooth as any humans. He gave a sarcastic smile to show her.
She nodded. "Next those glasses. The skulls are a dead giveaway, if you pardon the pun."
He grabbed his glasses. "These glasses are a mark of a shinigami. They were personally made for me and given to me by Father himself! Do you know how important that is, mortal?"
She raised a thin eyebrow at him. Carefully, he removed the skull ornaments, promising himself he would put them back the first chance he got.
"Thank you, for your sacrifice," She said sarcastically, "Now, about the hair…"
"What do you have against my hair?" he said through clenched teeth.
"It's too vivid. It will stand out."
"It's the same color as yours!"
"Exactly. People will think it's strange that a fine lady and her butler share the same rare color. Maybe we could make up an excuse, but people would ask questions, and once people start asking questions, they can't stop. I don't want them asking questions about you."
Hating himself (but mostly her) he took hold of his hair and began changing it a normal, average, ordinary brown color. "Shorten it." She commanded. In defiance, he brought the length in a few inches, but no further. "At least tie it up," She tossed him a giant red bow.
"Ah, now this I could like!" He tied his hair back with the giant bow.
"Now, Grell, you are officially my butler. You must obey all my orders without question, is that understood?"
Grell snarled. It was scary how much this mortal woman reminded him of Will. "You really are cold, Madame. What is it you order me?"
She bit her lip. "For now, return to the house and make me some tea for when I get home."
Grell stormed out of the office and made his way back to the Durless mansion, mumbling all the way. "Who does she think she is? Treating me like some idiot! I am a Death God! Why doesn't she understand that? No one orders me around! Except Will…whatever! Stupid mortals! Stupid women! Doesn't matter how red her hair is!"
He made his way into the house and found the kitchen. "Make me some tea, Grell! Treating me like some servant honestly! And—" He stopped midthought as he picked up the teapot. It suddenly occurred to him that in his extremely long life, he had never made tea.