Bed Rest part twenty-one
Closed roleplay with @a-medlure-named-jax
Tously felt dread beginning to rise.
If the scythes could not damage eachother, but could pierce a demon, they could likely cut anything else. Very much like Tously's teeth. The implications of being able to design the weapons, revealed a component or ingredient was used. And every single one likely had a metal blade of sorts. Something cut could cut or strike. Tously exhaled slowly, thinking. They needed a third question. Something that would throw Sebastian off their thought process. They didn't want to be torn apart for mere curiousity. Tapping their fingers on the back of the chair they hummed. Something that would redirect the demon back onto his meal then. "In your personal opinion what do you think the rouge Reaper's true goal is?" They studied the butler calmly.
That pause - was Tously merely thinking of the next question? From the nature of that exhale Sebastian suspected his answer meant more to them than it had to him. Fascinating - yet until Tously proved to be a threat or a clue in and of themselves not fascinating enough to pursue at this juncture.
He lay his head back on the pillow and idly stroked Amber, considering the answer to his third question.
“He said he’d planned to sell the secret to reviving the dead to any warlike nation who wished to pay him.”
That was an answer, but now that he was thinking of it, not the true answer.
“If he were one of my kind I would have believed him immediately for that sounds like a delightful chaos, but he has no need to induce despair and he'd never shown sign of being motivated by money before.
“That motivation is also called into question by his admission that the idea gripped him before he went rogue, when he’d spent enough years dispassionately reaping the Records to see the Records as objects in and of themselves and begin to wonder what might happen if he were to attach more record past the fated end.
“Were he human I would be certain that he wished to bring someone back from the dead, but why would a Reaper care for a mortal in the slightest?”
Grelle certainly hadn’t cared beyond the shallowest level for Madame Red, given how easily she’d killed her.
“That is the best answer I am able to give. I am a demon; I have no insight into the heart of a divine being.”