[The feed comes on. His house is becoming more and more like his shop in London. There is a small pile of skulls visible on the table. There is a body seated in one of the chairs at his table. It's clearly not living, as it has no head. Everything has a lovely coating of dust. His voice his heard.]Hello everyone! I do hope you all had a lovely
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[Short for thanatophile.]
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[How true your words are.]
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But you and your Red Mors are treading marked territory.
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[There's a kindly laugh.]
Hoho, I do still wonder how they employ your lot; so seems in your case it may be a roulette, ja?
[He had yet to bother to converse with most slaves of Death, their heads were oft lost before they could speak their peace.]
As for the scarlet fever that attempts to plague my dear friend, I promise ill-tidings if he should seek to harvest that so good man's soul.
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I am unsure~ I have no memories of how I came to be this way! I was only recently that these abilities awoke within me.
[His playful tones gains a bit of seriousness.]
I would be second in line for such an honor, if not first. That man has disgraced the wife of a man I deeply respect and the mother of his son, as well as threatened death upon your good friend already.
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