Gone. Any hope for sanity was dead, gone, crushed to pieces. His girlfriend was dead- he killed her. And a gray face was stupid enough to give him the Wrath Vessel. They mentioned blood lust, too.
But who would be the next victim? The blond didn’t know where to start. So he sat in his chair with his feet kicked out onto his desktop, bored out of his mind, twirling the Golden Key around in his hands. Voices passed through his head — a constant kiLl KiLl kILL KILL — but he ignored them, for now. There’s nothing to kill anyways.
He glanced up at the sight of someone opening the door, and put the Key in his pocket. “What is it?” The male inquired flatly as he straightened himself out, sitting properly in his chair once more.
Her servants hummed a few bars of the resounding lullaby, the rattling wheels of the tea tray echoing in the marble passageway as the Master led the way to her colleague’s office. It had been a hard long week for all of them, and she had, in one of her moods to be an excellent host/guardian/whatever she was and bring them a perfectly prepared meal and it just so happened to be the Heavenly Master’s turn.
Graveyard’s pleasant demeanor disappeared rapidly at the boy’s reaction to her entry, quietly motioning to her servants to stop trying to push past her. She frowned, sure the other Master had a tendency to be a bit snippy at times but…
Nevermind, food first.
“I thought you might appreciate a hot meal.” She said, a touch irritably, her wind taken out of her sails, ignoring the prickling feeling that something was… wrong somehow, “Or would you rather not be disturbed.”