Arawn stared at his hands, as he finished up with his latest little experiment which for the most part had been a success he just hadn’t been planning on being covered in blood. Sighing as he made his way to the sink, he groaned when he heard the doorbell ring not caring that he still had dirty hands he stalked towards the front door. “ Yes , what do you want? If you can’t see i’m a little busy, so unless you need to speak to a dead aunt please go fuck off.” He said before staring at his hands again, realizing how much he enjoyed the blood on his hands.
Making a trip to the local trauma surgeon was not something that the bold man had in mind for his morning. He would have at least liked to finish his morning coffee before he got the call to come view his next client. Annoyed and still exhausted, Hades made his way down the sterile white hallway. The smell of blood and formaldehyde filling his senses and making him nearly sick. Coming to a stop at the door where he was needed, Hades placed a tired hand on the door frame and gave the man before him a dull expression.
“Actually, you can hand over my new client?” he said, letting his annoyance seep into his voice, “Someone called about a dead man in need of a funeral makeover? Ring a bell?”
