A bloody short fic for Grell. First fic for Kuroshitsuji. Hope this isn't a mess.
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'Ell. This AN is longer than the fic itself. Oh well. Drabble! :D
Cloaked in Red
Bloody. That was what the Death God saw when he killed his very own master. But he did not see it as liquid alone, he saw it as art. He saw it as a way of means for a human being, it was divine beauty for him. Blood was lust and lust was a sin and he himself was a sinner. He loved the way it cloaked her body, drenched her in her own blood. He loved her for looking so beautiful even in her dying moments.
Grell Sutcliffe does not regret what he has done. He merely misses Madam Red for her eloquent grace. He missed the way her face looked when he had killed her, but most of all he not only missed the sight of her covered in others blood but in her own. If he could he would replay that moment, Madam Red's final seconds.
But that was not all. Grell Sutcliffe misses the way she would hold on to him, the way her eyes looked so broken when alone. He sees her not as a whole but as a half. He himself was the other half. Madam Red was a woman, broken and bent, unable to repair. And he was there to support her, to always straighten her up. He missed her whole being, her despair and her loath.
Grell Sutcliffe misses Madam Red. The only memory that sticks to him as strong as reliving it all is the way she was cloaked in her own red blood. Madam Red, she was destined to drown in her own blood.