Grimm

As Evelyn pulled on his cloak, it would disperse into black mist, leaving Grimm rather naked at the moment, though he didn't seem to care. He silently walked over to where his sketchbook lay, picked it up, then sat down on one of the beds to continue drawing her. "You're mistaken in thinking I, or any other Reapers with a hint of sanity, would ever try to send you back to hell after what you did, nor do the denizens particularly want you back for that matter. Also, this is just a regular sketchbook and I'm just a observer." He looked the demonized woman up and down, memorizing her form, features, and expressions as he continued his sketch.

"The council decided it would be best to leave you to your business for now, then offer you a position as a demon hunter when/if you die. My being here is most likely a coincidence, since my father sent me here to learn how to interact with people who have a pulse, an annoyance really, but it's part of my training." Grimm looked up again before diving back into his sketch. "If you're wondering why my robes disappeared, it's because the robes are merely an extensio of a Reaper's soul, as is their scythe, and the size of the cloak equals the size of the Reaper's power, though strong reaper's tend to compress it, as it can understandably be quiet annoying."

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