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[h3][color=ed1c24]Evelyn[/color] - "Hell Hath no Fury..."[/h3]

No surprise that his robes would slip through her fingers in a dark mist, nor any towards the fact the reaper was disrobed indeed, since women were more Evelyn's thing, just no luck with guys.  But what did catch Evelyn's attention was what the young man spoke of, that Hell no longer wished to contain her soul, nor did the Council of Bones have any intentions of sending her soul back.  She sat at her place on the couch, grimacing towards the reaper and watching him stand, still stark, to retrieve the sketchbook she coldly dashed from his pale hands, her claw still pulsing with the demonic rancor of blood rushing through it.  [color=ed1c24]"Hmph, then if the Council doesn't give a damn, then why the fuck are you here?"[/color]  She questioned him.  His answer was not exactly what Evelyn was expecting to hear, and the thought in general made her skeptical and rather suspicious.  But no ordinary reaper was he.  No...he was heir to the Rotting Throne of Necropolis, the son of Death.

And he didn't even have to explain anything to Ev.  She knew well what reapers were capable of, especially a lesser one like him.  From the worn out coffee table in front of her, she snatched up the crumpled pack of Seven Star Cigarettes, clenching a slightly bent one between her lips...and lighting it with a flash of flames from the tip of her finger.  Maybe going to Hell had its benefits.  Taking a drag, she exhaled a phantom wisp of white smoke into the air and resumed, [color=ed1c24]"So...you're Azrael's little brat, huh?  Or...better known as Death, the Grim Reaper...whatever..  I really don't give a shit."[/color]  Brash as always Evelyn was.  [color=ed1c24]"Frankly, even if I did die again, there's nowhere else for my soul to linger.  Demons fear me, God hates me, Angels spit upon me, and Death...I guess he just doesn't care anymore."[/color]  Ev sighed, pausing for a moment to take another drag off her cigarette and exhale another wisp of smoke.  [color=ed1c24]"So...it seems after I came back, everyone just....left me...even...even her...."[/color]  Clasped between her fingers then was a small photograph, crumpled a bit and torn at the edge.  It was of her and Lisa...at the school's Halloween party.  Lisa...she looked so stunning in her costume; Evelyn could even recall how the moon shimmered in her soft eyes and...the sweetness of her lips upon the goth's when they shared that one intimate kiss under the starlit skies.

That sudden rush of memories to her head, it was enough to trigger something within her, and soon...the picture burst into flames...and slowly burned in Evelyn's hand until nothing...nothing but ashes remained....

[color=ed1c24]"I get the feeling...I'm still dead, and this...this is my Purgatory, my holding cell...  Maybe that's why you're here."[/color]  Lowly Ev whispered, her mournful, pain ridden eyes remaining on the smoldering embers clutched in her scarred fingertips.  [color=ed1c24]"So what...you just..draw everyone you meet or something?"[/color]