“It’s not a party unless someone dies.” The god remarks, kneeling over the body of a dead agent. Deft fingers retrieve a disk – his intended target – from the deceased’s jacket and pocket it safely away in his own. A pause. Then he takes the agent’s handkerchief as well, using it to wipe the blood from his dagger.
“i usually would say it’s not a party unless there was a ritual sacrifice.” or at leas an attempt at one. then again, ky had been to some… wild parties in his time, and none of them ended well if there wasn’t a kill count of at least three. sometimes four – if things got to be really wild. “among other things.”
Hellfirebound 