Miserable love

A story about demons and gods, about Romeo and Juliet, Sebastian and Grell, a grand drama.


The time had come, the confrontation with Sebastian he had been waiting for quite some time... Madam Red and Grell were unmasked as ‘Jack the Ripper’, as soon as Ciel had ran into the killing scene. For the first time since then, Grell had shown his true identity to Sebastian, he slayed his previous mistress, since his interest for her had ebbed away. His new target was right in front of him. Grells eyes glistened as he looked upon the beautiful demon butler. Sebastian was really something else. The shinigami knew that the stupidest thing he could do, had long since happened. He had fallen deeply in love with the demon, one of the most despicable creatures in shinigami’s eyes. He had tried to make Madam Red kill the little Phantomhive brat, as he was the one obstacle between him and his Sebastian. But she had refused, it seemed he had to do the dirty work himself next time. As he was ready to take his leave, Sebastian had refused to let him go. By some order he seemingly couldn’t refuse, Sebastian suddenly attacked Grell, sure not to let him get away. The red haired shinigami was amused, not to say the least. He taunted Sebastian in many ways, played with him, rather than fighting. Sebastian was on the losing side, as he had made Grells chainsaw cut into his shoulder for saving his young master Ciel. A truly heroic but needless action in Grells opinion, he had not expected a demon to go that far, not even for a contract. But the more surprising things Sebastian pulled out of the closet, the more intrigued became the shinigami. In the midst of their fight, they ended up on top of a roof. Grell gave Sebastian a tentative look as he tried to make him an offer. ‘If you would only throw away that name forced upon you by your master, and only look at me…’ Grell purred, he was about to go on, convincing Sebastian they were the greatest couple the worlds history would ever known, they would surpass all dramatic masterpieces like Romeo and Juliet… Sebastian had a look of utter disgust on his face when he interrupted the chaotic redhead: ‘I will only say one thing, from the moment my master named me Sebastian, I was baptised in the contract, and from that day forth, I became truly Sebastian, as I vowed by the moon.’ Grell laughed out loud, another surprise! ‘By the moon you say, how ironic, your eyes are filled with an impurity that loves absolutely nothing, you are a demon that devours pure souls with your hands and lips, ah~ how splendid you are, you give me the chills Sebastian!’ Grell nearly squealed as a rabid fan girl when he even exclaimed he wanted to carry Sebastian’s babies.. The black butler twitched, that guy wasn’t right in the head. ‘You’re disgusting.’ He said in reply as he glared at Grell. ‘Oh my, how cold you are Sebastian ~!’ Grell started the motor of his chainsaw again when he saw the conversation ran into an end, he wanted to see his beautiful demon suffer some more. He just couldn’t get enough of that beautiful red blood; it made Sebastian’s eyes come out so perfectly. Sebastian leapt out of the way, avoiding the chainsaw; he managed to kick Grell away. The chainsaw was stuck in the rooftop, Sebastian put his foot on Grells hands, sure he could not move anymore. The red haired shinigami looked up with a huge grin on his face. His eyes and teeth were glistening in the moonlight; he was clearly hunting after Sebastian, such a pain. ‘Ah, the clash of good and evil, demons and gods, lovers in the moonlight, this would make such a splendid drama! ~’ Grell exclaimed as he came face to face with Sebastian. In one swing he pulled out the Chainsaw and swung at Sebastian again. Sebastian jumped back in surprise, just a little too late, as Grell managed to hit him in the stomach. Blood poured out as Grell saw the images of Sebastian’s memories fly by. Oh how curious he was what was dear that demon butler. But no images of importance were shown. ‘Oh, is that all?! Why are there no interesting pictures, why are there only such domestic pictures!?’ Grell looked seemingly disappointed. Sebastian was glad nothing important was leaked. The black butler had taken quite some damage, blood was running from his right shoulder, he had a wound somewhere on his forehead and he just got hit with the chainsaw in his stomach area. A normal person wouldn’t have been standing anymore, or living, for that matter. But Sebastian was no ordinary human, and neither was this psycho person in front of him. The memory images disappeared again, as Sebastian recovered. He took some distance and looked at his coat. ‘Ah, my clothes are all ruined again..’ Sebastian said with a look of regret on his face. He was serious about his clothes. ‘Worrying about your clothes in a situation like this, you must be quite laid-back ne, Sebastian? But I like a well-groomed man.’ The shinigami purred. Sebastian paid no heed as he took off his coat, seemingly at ease. ‘It was not my wish to employ this sort of tactic, but I guess I have no choice…’ Sebastian said calmly, as he glared at Grell once again. He was ordered to follow *and capture* the shinigami, and he would. The shinigami came for him once again, but this time he was prepared for what was coming. As soon as the chainsaw came within his reach, Sebastian threw his coat against the rotating knifes, making the jacket stop the machine from working. He kicked Grell down, who slid down the roof. The shinigami was shocked, his scythe had stopped working! ‘What did you do!?’ Grell pulled the fabric of the jacket furiously, but to no avail. Sebastian smirked. ‘Yorkshire wool, the strongest of its kind...’ He jumped down the roof to land next to Grell, who anxiously looked up, still trying to get the fabric out. ‘What? You should have more confidence in the old fistfight.’ Sebastian said smugly. Grell started begging; ‘Not the face, please! Not my beautiful face!’ But he was too late, before he knew it, he had taken blow after blow and was flying through the air as Sebastian knocked him down. With a grand finale he got sent to the ground. Ciel stood watching closely, baffled. He commented on Sebastian, having taken quite some damage, as Grell stayed on the ground, his face covered in blood and dirt. He turned around just to see Sebastian collect his chainsaw and pulling the fabric out without making much effort. ‘I figured you would not die from blows alone, a death god’s scythe is able to cut through anything though, I wonder if it will cut through you..’ The shinigami’s eyes widened when Sebastian came his way once again. Did that kid just tell his demon butler to kill him? It seemed that way. Sebastian’s red eyes were glowing evilly as he started the engine; he stopped in front of Grell holding it up in the air. The shinigami started whimpering and begging again. ‘Please don’t, don’t hurt me!’ This was not the ending he had imagined. Sebastian did not seem to listen as he kicked Grell’s head back into the ground, pounding it further down into the soil. ‘It’s quite unpleasant to be stepped upon. Doing the stepping, however, feels quite good.’ Sebastian was enjoying this game of death as he removed his foot. Grell looked miserable as he pleaded for his life again. ‘Please stop!’ Sebastian stepped on the shinigami’s cheek, chainsaw ready. Grell started screaming. ‘My, you do have quite an attractive screaming voice. Let me reward you.’ Sebastian lifted the saw up in the air and made the final blow. Grell closed his eyes in shock when he heard the motor of the chainsaw stop, something or someone had made it stop. When he opened his eyes again he saw a familiar man, who had come to his rescue. The familiar cutting death scythe had managed to stop his own chainsaw from killing him. ‘William! You came to save m-’ Grell could not remember a time when he was actually happy to see his boss, this must be a first.
William looked like any business man, he wore a black suit, had his hair neatly combed backwards, and a pair of plain glasses that gave him his typical look. Even though he did not look that harmful, he was not one to be messed with, Grell knew that like no other. William jumped down from the roof he was standing on, landing on Grell’s head in mid-sentence. The red haired shinigami was pounded face-down into the ground once again. William introduced himself to Sebastian and Ciel. ‘I am one of the supervisors of the Reaper Dispatch Organisation, my name is William T. Spears, and I have come to take that reaper back.’
By saying ‘that reaper’ he gave a foul glare at the miserable death god at his feet. William took a note from his pocket and started reading out loud. ‘Grell Suthcliff, you have committed several regulation violations, first, the elimination of those not on the Candidate list. Second, the use of a non-sanctioned death scythe. And finally, the disclosure of information. He pushed his subordinates head further into the ground with his foot as he said the last sentence.
He jumped over Grell and gave Sebastian his business card, who quickly dispatched it. William made a bow as a sign of goodwill. ‘I am sorry for the inconvenience my subordinate has caused you..’ He sighed as he looked up to Sebastian, knowing quite well what he was dealing with. ‘To think I’d ever have to bow to vermin like you.’ He glared at Sebastian. ‘You’re welcome.’ Sebastian smiled and answered as he would to any guest in the Phantomhive estate. He had gone back to being the perfect butler. William looked down at Grell again, well it’s time to go, Grell Suthcliff.’ He bent down, grabbed a handful of Grells red hair, and started walking away, pulling the reaper along. ‘Oi, you’re forgetting something’ Sebastian’s voice sounded as the chainsaw came flying at them. William caught it without looking back, and seemingly without effort. He was on a whole different level as a shinigami. ‘Ah, thank you.’ William answered. Grell moaned in pain as William simply dropped the heavy thing onto Grell, who kept whimpering as he was dragged by his hair all the way back to the organisation. The organisation was built at a place no human being could ever find or see; ironically it was huge and white, and for some reason named ‘Heaven’. This was the place where the business between life and death was being handled. All shinigami lived and worked here when they were not on dispatch missions collecting souls. Grell was thrown onto Williams’ bed. His boss had not spoken a word to him all the agonising way ‘home’. Now it came, Grell knew it was coming, he wished he could find a way to escape this. ‘What were you thinking, Grell! Killing people who weren’t on the list! And how in the name of heaven did you get it in your mind to use a chainsaw for a scythe! I am confiscating this! I thought I had taught you well enough last time, but look at you now, you nearly got yourself killed by that despicable demon…’ Grell tried to rub the blood and dirt off his face, he knew he better stay quiet, this could take a long time. ‘What was your business with him anyway, hm? Care to share? Or are you going to hold back what’s going on in that sick mind of yours.’ When he was not on duty, William was a totally different man. Nobody knew, except for the redhead shinigami. William closed in on Grell, somehow he could always read him. ‘He.. wouldn’t let me go, when I wanted to leave..’ Grell knew it was a weak excuse, but part of it was true. ‘And he got the best of me..’ William looked furious. ‘The best of you? You know I am the only one allowed to get the best of you.. even though you look like shit now.’ Grell looked away, he did not want to know what William was implying, but his boss wasn’t done. William grabbed his chin and forced the redhead to look him in the eyes. ‘Don’t tell me the reason why you killed Madam Red was because you fell in love with him?’ Grell could hear the venom in his voice at the mention of Sebastian. ‘N-no, why would I..?’ He lied, but he was bad at lying, and William knew that. He slapped Grell across the face. William had a strange liking towards the red haired shinigami and being his boss, he felt like he was the only one worthy of Grells attention. He would never really admit it, but whenever Grell fell in love with another guy, William grew green with jealousy. Grell would pay for this behaviour, he would see to it this wasn’t taken lightly. ‘Take a shower, you’re smelling...’ William ordered. ‘And when you come back, don’t bother putting on clothes.’ He pushed his glasses back and glared at Grell, this was going to be the best punishment thus far. Grell was shocked, William couldn’t do that to him in this condition, he would normally wait until he was recovered, but now? Directly a punishment after the mission? He might not survive. Grell got up, all his limbs were hurting, he groaned a little when he made his way to the bathroom. William followed his subordinate with a look of great satisfaction. Grell belonged to him, and to no one else, until the end of time. Grell closed the bathroom door behind him. It started to dawn upon him what William was planning, he sobbed quietly as he got out of his dirty clothes. He took off his broken glasses and dropped them on the floor. His body was covered in bruises, and he had pains all over. But the most miserable he felt on the inside, he felt like he had rather died by the hands of Sebastian than having to cope with William after would come out of this room. Grell got into the shower and didn’t bother putting the temperature warmer than ice-cold. He did not care, for he knew what awaited him..

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My apologies for not making any paragraphs, but I was cought up in my new idea for this story that I just couldnt stop writing. Its well past midnight now, so I will keep it like this...

I might edit this chapter a bit later on, there will be lots of mistakes in it still, but for those who read it, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, the next chapter will become really exciting!~