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[h3][color=ed1c24]Evelyn[/color] - "Draw Me like One of Your Dead Girls."[/h3]

Evelyn ceased her playing and quelled the mournful wails of her sinister axe the moment the door creaked open and a sliver of light pierced the ethereal shadows surrounding her....and a familiar scent burned her flaring nostrils.  This guy, he smelled just like one, the putrid stench of rotting flesh and carrion with hints of graveyard soil and writhing, festering maggots lingering upon his tattered black robes, like the matted feathers of ravens roosting in the trees of hanged men.  Yes, the essence of Death was upon him and it only served to make Evelyn...angrier.  [color=ed1c24]"Heh...sorry to disappoint."[/color]  Ev quipped sharply with an equally cold glare towards him, a glare that displayed the newfound, inhuman fury in her blood red eyes, glinting like two sharp daggers she hoped to plunge into his frigid heart.  [color=ed1c24]"But yeah, that's me.  What the fuck's it to you, reaper?"[/color]  She snarled and resumed playing on Thanatos, composing a short riff that was something akin to Tony Iomi's opening to Children of the Grave.

While she did so, she listened to what this emissary of Death had to say, barely flinching when he went into a fit of sneezes and later claimed it was because of her.  [color=ed1c24]"I'm used to it..."[/color]  She breathed setting her guitar aside for now and cutting her eyes sharp into those of the reaper staring back at her.  [color=ed1c24]"Guess I have a knack for making people around me sick."[/color]

So he wanted to draw her it seemed...right....[i]draw[/i] her.  [color=ed1c24]"You wanna draw me?  I'm flattered.  Maybe I'll pose nude for you too, and once that little sketch of me is in your book, my soul will probably be ripped out of this festering corpse I inhabit and be dragged back into Hell to face eternal judgment once again.  Not. Fucking. Happening, bone bag."[/color]  Evelyn, with Satanic rancor in her black, obsidian heart she snarled in his face and slapped away the sketchbook from his hands, grasping him by his robes with her sharp, demonic claw.  [color=ed1c24]"You wouldn't be the first reaper I wasted and you sure as fuck won't be the last!  So do me a favor, and stay the fuck away from me!  I didn't claw my way out of Hell and cheat Death twice just to be dragged back in, got it?!"[/color]

Hell....if anything she was living it again....  No Lisa to comfort her, no Rebecca to give her support....just her, a black guitar...and the fury of Hell writhing inside her.  If she wanted to, she could return to that infernal pit of fire, ruling over it as the new Queen of Demons....but...Evelyn would much rather leave Hell as she had, abandoned.