‘ Hear his boots and see the figure dressed in black. Echoes of him have been heard— Judgment will prevail, The Hangman is here. ’⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
—Hearty chuckle! With a pat to her shoulder, ❝ I knew it wouldn’t disappoint! You have excellent taste in weaponry like me. ❞
Now, it’s time to eat.
⠀❝ So, have I missed anything noteworthy? ❞
⠀❝ A Crimson. It is a vile creature that– ❞ tugs the weapon from its cover to display– ❝ feeds on living beings on my world. I believe them to once also be human now corrupt, but others think they comes from Hell itself. ❞ Offering.
⠀❝ I’ve brought you something else. ❞ Stepping inside. He’d then set their snacks on the counter to pull from his belt. ❝ A blade made from the tooth of a Crimson, defeated by yours truly. The sheath is made from its scalp. ❞
Consider it a Christmas present.
The likelihood of her being here, he thought, is very little—but he knows where she frequents so he’d simply work his way through that list. —No need, thankfully!
⠀❝ 𝘼𝙣𝙖–! ❞ exclaimed, somewhat lifting his arms. Holding a —