His mouth curved into that irritatingly charming smile that he often showed to those whose souls he carried to the undeworld. For them he was enchanting, for her Death was creepy. Because every time he smiled, the muscles of his face didn't move, there were no light in his eyes as if he was swallowing it from its surrounding itself. He looked horrifying no matter how she looked at him and yet people would often say that dearg was beautiful. Oh, how she wished she could open their eyes and prove to them that death was not beautiful.
She crossed her arms over her bosom, letting her body shift to one side as she tipped her chin. "I don't have time to play games with you. Tell me, why are you here? And what is the reason behind this fuckery? I don't see a reason as to why you are going around in loop and cleaning after Morga. There has to be a reason, I just know it yet."
