Red (Angelina Durless)

Red has always been my favorite color.

In my clothes, in my hair, even in my personality:

I am red.

Then I meet a woman whose very name is Red,

And I fall in love!

With a woman, of all people.

We had lots of bloody adventures together,

Because we shared a common, inescapable limitation:

Neither of us could have children.

So we would paint the rest of the world red,

To forget about the sadness that tried to fade us…

At least, that's how I saw it.

And this gorgeous scarlet woman, she was so passionate.

With every murder she performed, I could see the fire in her eyes.

Fire that only shone more brightly when tears tried to douse it.

But there was a little problem.

You can only kill hookers and tear our their uteruses for so long before someone notices.

And who better to notice than my mistress' brat of a nephew:

Little Lord Phantomhive.

Even with his dandy fashion sense,

This kid's gaudiest accessory is the jewel-encrusted chip on his shoulder.

Not to mention the invisible leash connected to a man,

A butler,

A demon,

A Sebastian.

I've dealt with him before.

Even as he stands at the side of his shrimpy little "master,"

I can see a world darker than any human's

Shining behind his eyes.

As I watch him brood quietly and blush at my flirting, I begin to think,

Madam who?

That Sebastian fights with me as I try to reap his black soul, and my red mistress seems hesitant.

"I can't," she says. Starting to cry, she whispers,

"I can't kill this child."

Tch.

How disappointing.

Then it's the roar of my Death Scythe, echoing my annoyance,

And her pretty red insides all over the cobblestones.

Watching her pathetic life pass before my eyes, I realize,

I was never in love with her.

It was the thought of her so easily taking another human's life,

The image of her drenched in blood…

That was what I loved.

Such a weak woman…doesn't deserve the color red.

But before I can leave,

I feel a seething black presence,

Just exuding bloodlust.

For me!

…
Oh, baby!