The tragedy just seemed to continue. Not only had Luxord lost his heart, but was perhaps doomed to never recover it. The idea of losing his heart (the metaphorical one) was absolutely unthinkable to Grell. His heart was his, well, heart. He needed it. A woman couldn't be passionate, truly alive, without her heart; and a dispassionate woman was no better than trash. He'd disposed of more than his share of that trash before coming here.
"A betrayal, too?" Grell wondered if the betrayal stung as Grell's had. Without a heart, could Luxord still feel the sting of anger that came with watching as an ally turned on him? The death god sighed, remembering the disappointment when his beloved Madam had given up on him for that brat nephew of hers. He didn't seem particularly put out by it. Quite the opposite, really, since he appeared to be looking forward instead. "C'est la vie - that is how the dice falls sometimes; and they appear to have fallen in your favor. Take the chance you have, hm?"
Watching as Luxord shuffled the cards he somehow produced from his sleeve, Grell smirked. What did he do? That was simple. "I kill people - in the simplest of terms. A death god receives a List detailing those who are scheduled to die." A boring list, if anyone asked Grell. It was much more fun to set up little traps and kill them in inventive ways. "We wait for the exact moment and then..." Pulling his finger across his neck, Grell grinned. "Curtain call, the play is over. I read their Record, kill them and send their Record and their soul on their way to Heaven or to Hell."
And how he missed that job. He hadn't killed a single person in the past few days and his usual day was filled with at least ten or twelve. People just couldn't stay alive these days, or ever. "And...in a way. We upgraded awhile ago out of those ugly old things though. So unfashionable. I customized my baby so she sings like an angel when I'm tearing through the list of the damned. I'd show you, but this hellhole stole her from me."
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"A betrayal, too?" Grell wondered if the betrayal stung as Grell's had. Without a heart, could Luxord still feel the sting of anger that came with watching as an ally turned on him? The death god sighed, remembering the disappointment when his beloved Madam had given up on him for that brat nephew of hers. He didn't seem particularly put out by it. Quite the opposite, really, since he appeared to be looking forward instead. "C'est la vie - that is how the dice falls sometimes; and they appear to have fallen in your favor. Take the chance you have, hm?"
Watching as Luxord shuffled the cards he somehow produced from his sleeve, Grell smirked. What did he do? That was simple. "I kill people - in the simplest of terms. A death god receives a List detailing those who are scheduled to die." A boring list, if anyone asked Grell. It was much more fun to set up little traps and kill them in inventive ways. "We wait for the exact moment and then..." Pulling his finger across his neck, Grell grinned. "Curtain call, the play is over. I read their Record, kill them and send their Record and their soul on their way to Heaven or to Hell."
And how he missed that job. He hadn't killed a single person in the past few days and his usual day was filled with at least ten or twelve. People just couldn't stay alive these days, or ever. "And...in a way. We upgraded awhile ago out of those ugly old things though. So unfashionable. I customized my baby so she sings like an angel when I'm tearing through the list of the damned. I'd show you, but this hellhole stole her from me."