welcome to the end [c]

Blood... as prolific as it looked, making itself at home at just about every crime scene littered with detectives and officers pretending to try to solve the age old question of who done it. Just like those being portrayed in the theaters by actors whom Lucille would bet a hundred grand in gems never saw death in their years of existence.

He’s a different matter though, blood so slicked drip from his chosen dagger, coloring the silvery metallic sheen of the metal in a crimson dye. Glistened it did, by the dimmed lighting of the fading light. Here in Piros, no one ever batted an eye towards death, here it’s a regular occurrence whether it be from illness or violence that littered every orifice of the streets. No one cared to watch another soul go up to meet the supposed divine maker.

He smirked at his own joke, momentarily creasing his thin lips in a amused smile. He thought a funny, he mused. Religion bore no significant to him, after the last few centuries he drifted from one way to another. Yet he still came back, eyeing the body with an impassive stare of a soul to far disconnected to death that it barely dented his psyche. Blood pooled underneath the rather large body of the muscular man haggard in appearance with stubbles of hair lining his chiseled chin. Luci shook his head, with a quick swipe of his arm the blood few out in glistening rivulets, releasing its hold upon his finely decorated danger as he hid it back in its sheath.

“Bounty number fifty-seven completed...” He muttered to no one other than the passing chill of dusk breeze that decided to pay homage, sweeping the slain soul to god knows where. He didn’t care to know, never did ever since the days of war where bloodshed was prevalent, no one cared. Be them be innocent or enemies as long as they could be cut down... he shut his mind from going farther. The horrors of war leaves scars far too complicated to be healed even for time itself. If Arthur saw him now... god knows what kind of scolding he will gain from taking a life when he used to preach about diplomacy.

He just contradicted his own words, a chuckle elicited from his lips, but the mirth long gone leaving an empty tone in its place. He didn’t mind anymore... he lost that side of him centuries ago. The patter of feet alerted the man, shoving him out of his reverie as he glanced back without moving him head but his eye as he stood still, stiffening lightly as he silently nurtured the idea of either slinking into the shadows and leave or just watch and wait which to say was as suicidal to the fact there’s a dead body bleeding from the stab wound to the left lung, cutting off a vein in there somewhere, disconnecting it from his airways leaving the poor soul to suffocate in a slow agonizing death. My my, the man had some sadism in him after all. Arthur will not approve, he sighed softly letting the embrace of the past wrap its arms around him but he stopped. Just as the footsteps grew closer he heard a soft voice follow it. Complementing his kill, he blinked, allowing himself to finally turn his head, strands of ruby colored hair swayed silkily along with his movement, bouncing back on his back as those forested orbs saw the stranger.

A weird young creature if he had to say so himself, he had to remind himself a long time ago never to judge so seeing his bizarre black eyes hardly fazed the man it was the tall stature that...slightly ticked a vein further reminding him of his... height.

“An artist? Hardly,” He chuckled briefly, allowing the mirth to return upon hearing the man’s comment. He heard stranger things in his long existence, its why his words hardly caused him to react other than find it amusing. He waved towards the dead as though mentioning the weather or junk that needs to be tossed on the recycling bin. “He was drunk to begin with, such a shame but oh well what makes my job easier I guess.” Luci shrugged. A faint peck of mischief glinted upon those bright green orbs. Dressed in a cloak did nothing to hide the feminine figure he possessed as he bended down slightly over the body to retrieve what looked like a multicolored gem. His client would be thrilled to have this back. Looking back at the man, now as curiosity dabbled into his thoughts. “Hmm.. might I make a notion to guess you’ve been here long enough to watch the poor sod fall?” He asked, no hint malice ever reached his tone just the curiosity of a child asking an adult a question he wanted an answer to. “Though good sir might I inquire just who you are?” He tilted his head as he asked.