#thereaperqueen

“There’s no need to make things complicated with vague words. That’s what William is for.”

                                                           I wanna hide the truth                                                 I wanna shelter you

One thing Bishamon had come to realize was that Grell was not so unlike her in more ways than she had once believed. That the other woman’s flashy smile was at times nothing more than false bravado, that they both carried within their own sort of demon. Sickening creatures of maddening terror and fury, that followed them unwavering through the years as they slipped by, with every step, with every breath, they took.

Both merciless divine warriors in their own sense, cloaked completely in crimson of their own design. Both nearly ruined, shattered somewhere along the passing fragments of time by some outside force, decaying slowly since from the inside out.

                                                           But with the beast inside                                         There's nowhere we can hide

The jet black darkness that crawled and seeped into Bishamon's senses was deafening. Bright and violent memories, furious screams of the past, a budding fear of the future, searing hotly along every aching nerve like molten lead. They took the form of those long since fallen names, of never ending piles of ashes and dust lingering within the world of the wayward, of those who had no hope left. They stared pointedly on through twisted, bloodied, faces, and sunken, dark hole eyes. They clamored loudly, screeching in a dizzying rush, and cried out for Bishamon with trembling, pain soaked, voices, begging for a salvation that would never come. Bishamon wore them upon her very skin as it had rotted away, adrift within that tomb of flesh and bone around her. Those cursed names she carved again and again into her desolate mind to never forget. She wore them on her red tipped fingernails as she had carved out the shattered pieces of what was left of her heart with her own two hands, throwing away the last, remaining, traces of the kind, complete, woman who smiled so sweetly that she used to know, giving birth to something new within it's place. A rising bitter sweet phoenix with only one emotion to give. Hatred

                                                                                 Look into my eyes

And Grell.....?

                                                                      It's where my demons hide

What was it within her own past had haunted her so?

                                                              It's where my demons ｈｉｄｅ

For her, they roared their heads in sheer triumph, shone on and on in the form of an elegant, but aged, crimson overcoat, with those mysterious and almost sloppy stitches adorning the very back right down the middle. How Grell flashed that razor edged grin, somethings too sharply, burying the old despair that lay beneath the great many confident winks and smiles, beneath that radiant makeup she wore each day. How the reaper strode with so much passion, taking every step as though she were treading upon the very world itself. It was easier that way, so much safer to stand that much higher over a miserable world, to trod upon it with little remorse, in place of being stepped on instead, of being hurt....again. There were those few moments where that luminescent and sure look upon the other's face had crumbled every now and then, leaving only behind a thin layer of such bare vulnerability and a wavering sense of great uncertainty. Who was it, Bishamon had sometimes mused as she had gazed into those unyielding green hues, that had wrought such a despairing expression upon such absolute and gorgeous features? Who was it who had left the crimson reaper shattered so, cracked in so many places? 

                                                                            Don't get too close                                                      It's  ｄａｒｋ  inside

This divine pair. They were complete opposites. Bishamon tossing her heart away and picking the loss and sorrow instead to hurl like a clumsy weapon at those around her, those who dared to stray too close to her reach. Grell, instead patching it all up, sewing her very heart upon her clothing and wearing it for all to see like a badge of carnage in a palette of crimson hues, bearing it’s weight every minute of every day like iron shackles bound to her delicate frame.

                                                                  At the curtain's call                                        It's the last of all

And yet at the same time, she and the reaper were also surprisingly exactly the same. As if held up to a mirror, gazing longingly with hope at the image reflected. Tracing those marks of suffering painted upon Grell was like a map of stars, one that was not at all unfamiliar to her. 

They clashed not together, but meshed into something more unified, an entire constellation within that black, open, sky.

                                                                  Don't get too close

Such a thing was terribly unknown, certainly more than frightening, and new. Yet, as Bishamon discovered, piece by piece..it was something that was also quite utterly...

                                           It's where my demons hide

.....ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ.

Opinion on;Character in general: Grell is a fucking dreamboat I want her to murder meHow they play them: Fantastically. I hear her in your writing. The Mun: ilysm you’re an amazing friend and i just wanna hug you super tight

Do I:

RP with them: yes!Want to RP with them: always!

looking great as always~

     E scape. Freedom. That was what Elizabeth had been craving. This entire time that she had been stuck in a world that was no longer human, but instead festered with that of those that had long since passed. That had decided to take their own fate in their hands and landed themselves in purgatory, or what Elizabeth would better call Hell. She’s not sure what the real Hell was like, but it truly couldn’t be worse than this.

     B eing expected to go to those of the dying in the human world and take their souls and send them on their merry way to the great beyond isn’t exactly what she had expected to do with the rest of her life. Or, well, the rest of her eternity. No, the plan had been simple: get married to the boy she adored, have children with him, and grow old and die. That was it. That’s all it ever was. But such an opportunity was ripped away when she’d sacrificed her life to protect him. And although Elizabeth would do it over again a million times more, she wished it would’ve sent her to Heaven rather than here.

     T oday had been her fourth attempt to escape this ‘reaper’s realm’ and back into the real world, where her parents and brother mourned over the loss of a life that hadn’t even started. She wanted to see them again; embrace them and let them know that she was okay. That they could be together forever. No matter how many of her peers she had sent and would gladly send to the hospital, no one was going to be standing in her way.

                               That was until she’d felt the presence of someone nearby.

     B reath hitched as the young reaper stopped in her tracks and faced Grell, eyes widening as she’d realized she’d seen her before. Back on the Campania, when she was still human, trying to hurt her Ciel. This woman was here too? Oh, how Elizabeth was going to very well enjoy this fight, if that’s what she was looking for.

                      ‘ Don’t step any closer, please. Just let me go and I will not hurt you. ‘

"For good luck~"

“Let’s do it…”

“I’m tired of the Dispatch and their rules. For once I want to be completely free…”

     Oh how tempting that sounded to her right now. Really, what was there to stop them? Against the both of them, she doubted anyone could really stand in their way. Still, she did like the comforts she had.