Mild Violence and Fluff near the end
Grell was walking down the streets of London. Not hiding himself as if he were on duty, but clearly just acting as if he were among the human race. As revolting as they are, Grell hand no other form of entertainment. He walked into the nearest pub and sat down at the bar. It was plain. Quite plain. The wood was worn and tired, as were the staffs running it. They seemed that years of working the place had hardly scraped up a single shilling. It was a sad atmosphere; But Grell couldn't get a better more cheerful place. It reciprocated his feeling of the night. For years now he tried to with no prevail to win men's hearts. Now it seems as though he was beginning to give up on love all together. It all seemed hopeless.
After a few drinks, Grell was highly intoxicated. For reapers. The intake of alcohol is usually restricted. Though it is common for them to drink at social gatherings it does not take too many to ge