Re: log: david/aiden
The soul didn't look too happy with the proximity of The Revenant, oh not at all. The ball wobbled, the glow fizzling and flickering. It wasn't the most radiant light to begin with, already tainted by its meat suit's past actions, but now it dimmed some more as if to make itself smaller. Aiden really wasn't impressed by the behaviour, but unbuttoned his coat and lifted the heavy fabric to the side a little, creating a space for the soul to hide in the heavy folds of dark wool. It took to is instantly, causing the Reaper's right eyebrow to rise almost indiscernibly, moving the small cluster of star tattoos inked into the skin next to his right eye. Really, a grown soul acting like a scared toddler? Ridiculous.
Now that he had all he came here for, he reached into the pocket of his overlong coat to retrieve his trustworthy splinter of flint, running it along the soft and fleshy part of his thumb on his left hand. He felt the skin give, a red line forming next to one that had already scabbed over. When he pulled his hand back out of his pocket the small wound bled sluggishly, coating the pad of his finger in red.
“They are going to processing until their final fate is decided.” They hadn't quite warranted a priority seat to a version of hell, or whatever their faith or lack thereof constituted as an equivalent. Small fish, big shark pond, bigger souls to fry.
He drew the sigil into thin air, inches away from a blood splattered wall. The Revenant made for a lousy interior designer. The reaction was almost instantaneously, a ripple going through the room as the small portal opened right before their eyes, like a small tear in what normal people would perceive as their reality.