the house of grell 1 continued
grell :yaaaaawn morning
sabastion :good morning young master .
grell :i love it when you call me that!
sabastion :i made you breakfast pouched eggs and sausage.
grell :sausage 0-0
grell :nose bleed !
sabastion :why does this always happen allow me to clean that up MASTER GRELL.
grell :i think a nice warm bath will clean this write up *hint hint*
sabastion :indeed master
later that day
mayrin spills tea all over the tile
grell :damn it, this is why i hate women! extermely useless
mayrin :ummmm so so vary sorry master grell
the others gasp
as if this was not expected from a grimm reaper of his calibur
blood splaters every where
as grell pulls his chain saw out of mayrins body the blood glistense in the soft light
mayrins body lies dead on the tea soaked tile
sabastion :i went through so much trouble tracking the poor girl down
grell:dont feel bad my darling its not your fault we hired a cluts (grells cold laugh chills the air in the manor of grell)
the sad slow day drags on grells voice rings througout the manor.
the sun sets now and no longer can the sound of grells heels be heard hitting the mirror like tile.
in the dining hall
sabastion : do not forget master that you have a meeting with queen elizabeth tomarrow
grell : ugh that dread full women always wearing black if you ask me id say she could use some red do you have any more of mayrins blood left ha ha ha ha
the others care not to hear grells cold jokes
the dead october moon hangs as if on a string being propelled by puppet master
glistining through the multi colored windows the shlutclif manor is dead
besides the moans of grell that is O_O