Kain was greeted by a wickedly sexy Scorn who stood in the doorway in a coal-black dress with high heels. It showed off her legs in a most devilish manner. Her voiced shrieked with chilling thrill as she saw the beaten preacher on Kain’s shoulders. Kain just smiled as she saw Scorn run skip around excitedly like a demented child. He dropped the Preacher on the floor like an old bag per her request. Kain saw in front of him a heavenly made Italian meal that could impress even the stubbornness of an Italian chef. Scorn continued to mention that torture is more satisfying when one is full up. Kain can believe that. A nice home cooked meal is perfect for getting one ready for a long night of enforcing pain and agony. Kain went to the dinner table and took his place at it. Considering the fact that the preacher was in the room as well, he considered saying prayer in mocking of his rants but his stomach instincts in this case were stronger than his need to humiliate. 

“This is a wonderful meal. I feel quite spoilt actually,” Kain smiles excitedly. He hasn’t had a freshly home-cooked meal in a long while. For the past few years, he has lived on takeaway foods that he has mostly stolen. This was a nice change of pace. He then points towards the unconscious preacher. “Just before me and my friend here arrived, he was just telling me how conduits are sent by the devil and that we must burn in the eyes of god. This of course was a lovely topic for which we debated on but I think your input on the subject would be helpful.” He continues to smile devilishly with a sense of humiliation against the preacher. He starts to take a bite out of the Italian meal. It was quite delicious and scrumptious. 

“Also, that bar you sent me through. That place was filled with idiotic kids. I almost lost my patience and burnt it to the ground. I’m surprised myself that I kept my cool. There was one guy who thought it would be funny to jump up on top of the bar and quote Don Quixote like some god-awful Broadway wannabe. To make things worse, he had some letters on his back to show off that he some sort of fucking lone-wolf. The fucking kids these days; they’re all such fucking wannabes. This meal was the only thing keeping me from killing him.” Before Scorn could answer she got a phone call and had to answer it. He didn’t really care who it was and it was probably someone from the Reapers. He continued to eat his meal peace. He listened into the phone call for little bits hear and there and it was mostly mundane stuff until he heard that the other person was making threats. This pushed Kain’s curiosity higher to it peak. No lackey would oppose Scorn so who was on the other line, wondered Kain. He waited until Scorn was finished with her phone call before asking her.