Discardable waiting times, easily indulged upon with faked pulchritude of a city’s bustling centre [ something was wrong, so utterly, undeniably wrong ]. Time had gone by swiftly enough, had all but brought him to adjust, reinvent, change and bring to life the very terror installed by haunted souls and unbelievably silent horror, screaming without noise, whispering in ears of attentive bystanders, tormented for eternity. These very halls [ sacred, as the Shinigami wanted them to be ] of his current morgue, would be the venue of another chapter opened after torn and worn pages, filled with the delightful eccentricity of a being that brought all but demise.
And how wonderful, that he had been finished with his whole arrangements, the moment she does arrive anew in his very presence [ was he surprised that greed made her follow through with their whole little deal? no, not at all ].
“ Welcome, welcome, I see you finally found your way following my instructions well. I do hope there was no trouble in seeking out this place~? ” For he had high expectations - ‘work-arrangements’ of his own - they were never allowed to be below his own ideals. Riddles and ridicule [ everything else was just a child’s play to undergo ]. “ Have you brought one you would like to offer me for an eventful presentation~? ” As shown before, the Reaper was quite so benevolent in visualising own abstractions of power [ not all, never all to behold ]. “ If not, then we may just mingle about finding an object of our desire. Or would you like to surprise me with your own choice of ‘desirable’ good~? ”
As to be sold, the meat of the revived, the mortician knew, those that lust after what should not be viable in this world ever again. They even would now have expectations, far higher than the common, bereaved mind deserves. [ How laughable, so the Shinigami knows, they would all succumb - greed will devour them whole ]. || @s-rated-nxtcracker
