| I almost got around to starting this... almost, until I got bored of the idea. I may be a huge fan of the undead bastards, but I suck when it comes to coming up with a decent interesting story about them. |


Grimoire Red, Chain 3: MichaelThe snow outside falls to the ground in an almost feather-like fashion; so delicate and elegant, it would almost seem as if angels had their wings shed every winter.Grimoire Red, Chain 3: Michael
A young man by the name of Michaelis Southworth - Michael, informally - prepares in his room for his prestigious academy's Christmas ball, which was just half an hour away.
He struggles to keep his cool, and tries to dress himself up as neatly and gentlemanly as possible; without the distraction of the snow beyond his window. He has been entranced by the snow ever since he was a child; hypnotized, bewildered, instantaneously amazed at how slow


Grimoire Red, Chain 2: AdrikI can't tell what hurts me more: a 5.56 round punching through my kevlar armor, tearing and twisting through flesh and bone before exploding into fragments in my body, or several hundred pieces of shrapnel from a nearby exploding frag grenade relentlessly torrenting through my face like crepe paper in a hail storm of glash shards.Grimoire Red, Chain 2: Adrik
Either way, it wouldn't really matter. Because of two reasons:
One, they both happened to occur at the same microscopic space of time, inflicting massive damage to me in technically no time at all. Making it a pointless debate on which hurts more.
Two, I couldn't care less how


Grimoire Red, Chain 1: Kureno "I... have to get there... in time..." the dirty blond teen said as he sprinted along the concrete side alleys of his neighborhood, towards the nearby Arcade where he had an arranged 'meeting' with someone. "Wait, where's my... Oh, damn! I left it back home." he stopped, hanging his head in frustration.Grimoire Red, Chain 1: Kureno
Fall had come around the corner a month-and-a-half ago, the now-orange leaves gently being plucked by the wind off it's home, and onto the rough ground below. It would be winter soon, and the air all around him had only gotten colder everyday. The sky seemed different, to
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But anyway, yeah. Thanks man.
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