Esme: ...Holy shit.
¬*he just stands there*¬
Esme: So...what now?
"I do my job. What else."
Esme: ...I want to help.
"Sure! My next soul is in that house."
¬*he flies into the window and as you come in you see him casually ripping the person's tongue out and they try to scream*¬
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
Esme flies in
Esme: HEY! NO!
"Why not? It's already ripped off. Fine."
¬*he sticks the chunk to the rest of the tongue and slides his fingers around until the tongue is somehow fully attatched to it*¬
"There. Are you happy now?"
Esme: Yes...now leave it to me...
She grins wickedly at Death, eyes glowing purple
Esme: You catch more flies with honey than vinegar...
"Go ahead. But don't make me kill your species again. After all I only just got them back by threatening the king of hell. Wouldn't want them to leave again."
¬*he moves away from the victim and watches happily*¬
