The Demon was dragging his godforsaken body towards greenhouse. Mortuus spent most of his time in this odd structure tending to the plants and others herbs thriving in its depths. Stone cold eyes remained emotionless looking at the glass structure. It glimmered with the sun's rays and the light of the world. It was everything the black beast was not. He is hell on earth; he is a curse, he is doomed to eternal life in this world. The living dead creature was not a beast that looked like a healer. Mortuus found himself taking a liking to the art of death more than life. His new role reminded him everyone around him could die, except for him. Mortuus was now among the ranks of a Mender. He had to fill Tiamat's old position, but he would do it in hos own way. There was an oath he had to live by, but if one did not have to beg the Mender if they wanted a way out of this forsaken world. He would be happy to aid the suffering in their passing to the afterlife, but he would not kill them with his hooves. The cracked foundation of his heavy pillars promised never to take another life... an unwilling life.

From the corner of his eye something caught his attention. The sight of the avian drug him out fo the mental state he was in. It was a companion sent for help. Clearly, the little creature knew where to look. Without hesitation, the scarred beast grabbed a few herbs that were always helpful, and he cantered off. Massive muscles contracted and stretched over his large frame. The man moved like a ghost, a shadow of the mountains. Upon first glance, one might mistake him as a demon coming to reap a soul. Gray eyes searched the lands for who this companion belonged to, but it did not take very long to find her. Curling his lips into a deviant smile to stallion came to a halt in front of the woman. Tilting his demonic crown, he chuckled brightly. "Weaver, it is such a pleasure to see you again. Are you the one who needs the help? Oh, or did you get to play with that wonderful poison, and now you need help disposing of the body?" His Latin accented voice rumbled with unusually bright tones. Raising his brow to the lady, he could not help but hope she needed his help hiding a body. Unfortionally the absent stench of rotting flesh and decomposing body lead him to believe, there was another reason he was called here. "I am at your service for anything you need. " Cold gray eyes expressed a small warmth towards the painted mare. A very odd jester from such a dark demonic beast.


"i,"

Your fears have just become all to real,

because the devil at the cross road

wants to make a deal.