[reaper] ‘What are YOU staring at?’ Attention focused on Ky, the wraith slouches in a high back chair. Leaning on his right arm, the left limb dangles motionlessly by his side, limp and unresponsive. And slowly decaying into particles of smoke the longer he remained still.

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he should have known that staring wouldn’t have got him anywhere, but what could
he say? the demon was amused at the moment and that – almost always – meant that
was in a good mood ( for once ), “don’t tell me I came in at a bad time or is this how
you usually greet everyone?” 

Much to his own surprise, he doesn’t take issue with that explanation. Perhaps a distraction was called for, a break in his pursuit of vengeance. Even if it meant associating with this fiend, it could prove to be useful in the long run, sharpening his skills and improving his terrible trade through confrontations with unnatural obstacles. You speak as though I’ll be quick to lend you aid.
     Tilting his head, Reaper pauses for a few seconds, allowing his words time to settle before parting with a follow-up. More to the point; why can’t you find it by yourself?

   “According to rumor, it can only be found and possibly opened by someone who isn’t bound to hell.” Or, in other words, Ky meant a Demon, but that wasn’t here nor was it there. “Now, we could go on all day for why I need you, but the truth is? I would enjoy being across the world right now drinking the day away. ‘Course, we can’t always have what we want, can we?”