"Your ego is astounding."
Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 17
Turning his attention to one side, glancing them over, before finally turning to face his head toward them, he glared. Alexander dropped his head down, cold dark blue eyes falling over them before he offered a grin to them adjusting his head ever so slightly “You haven't even begun to see my ego yet.” The reaper shifted in his stance, releasing his hold on the body he was holding, letting hit then grumble to the ground as he turned to start walking from it, in his palm now, a freshly harvested soul “If you don't like it, look away.” Alexander then commented before giving a shrug and walking right passed them, twirling his scythe at his side before coming to a stop and biting down on the soul as if it were an apple.
His teeth dug into the strange outside that seemed as if made of gray flames but did not produce heat. Digging deeper into the strange 'fruit', the color of the thing changed drastically, and a hiss came whispering from the insides of it. Chewing into the center, Alexander closed his eyes, as the taste of the soul started to fill his mouth. Still munching on the strange object, pieces of the flames fell onto the ground, also hissing as they disappeared from touching the living realm. As a grim reaper, it was his job to take off souls when their vessel had died. This soul was one of a corrupt man, who had, unfortunately-- Or perhaps very fortunately for those he had hurt in life, had gotten cracked on the head by a falling turtle.
Tearing away a piece from the whole, Alexander looked at them “You know, most of you living's can't even see us.” Tilting his head back, he opened his mouth and dropped the remains of the soul into his mouth. Chewing before continuing to talk “Unless, you're close to death. Hm?” Walking toward them, he reached out his hand, still covered in the juicy flame-like soul fragments.