People truly are most dependable as corpses.

...That was, peculiar.

I have never encountered something like that before. I do not desire to do it again.

...
...
Hm.

[[ Giovanni did get hit with a Mephisto. And it is pride - as it is the root of all of the things he does. ]]

[ Voice starts off small, then gets stronger as he talks throughout the post. He seems unsure, though, the entire time. ]

I'm going to kill that guy with the makeup.

He shouldn't make fun of me. Or anyone.

I -- he will...

It's what I am designed for.

...

Where?

Lily?

Heine?

... ... ... ... ...

So it seems Greed is hiring.

One of the first things I need to look for is people who are capable of cooking. We can not only have one or two people working in a kitchen. And we also need more people for the paper work. I will not do paper work.

Mother, Freuling, Lily -- if any of you are in need of anything, let me know, I am going to the upper level.

Eyepatch is acting bizarre. I think I may have offended her. And Heine. Maybe not enough attention.

I think, perhaps, I will bring them to work tonight.

I, for some reason, always forget how hard bloodstains can be to get out.

It seems that my short term trip into Obol was not wasted. I managed to pick up two monsters with bounties on their head. So I have some extra money for bullets now. Marvelous. And I managed to return just in time. My dear brother returned so quickly, he barely even missed a beat.

I'm so happy to see him again.
Happy enough to indulge you in a trip to Chalkoi, Claire.

Also if there is anything you wish to know about your past here, I'll even indulge you in that.

I'm probably staying out for the night though, Greed. I have a feeling I will not be immediately needed at home.

Luki.
Noki.

...I do hope you are enjoying yourselves, sisters.

Everyone seems to be...leaving.

Mother, Freuling, if you are in need of anything do ask. Heine.

It seems that some things have happened. How terrible, isn't it. Such mass death. How meaningless.

I'm going out tonight for an extended walk, if anyone should wish to join me, let me know. Also, Devil's Nest is most likely in need of employees now.

Greed? Don't you think so?

You. Will. Pay. You know who you are. Consequences, you will pay for them, and I do not just mean your privileges. The trip into that dungeon was much more enjoyable the second time.

Someone very important is here. Someone... yes. She knows the truth. She knows what he is. She knows what being torn apart feels like. Torn apart by a rabid dog who always seems to rebel. Biting the hand that feeds can be a dangerous hobby. Do you want to starve?

I still wish I had seen it. If only what I have no would have been something that existed then. No, these eyes did not see the way he crumbled on top of a pile of corpses and blood. What a beautiful thing. A sight for sore eyes, I'm sure. But I would have loved it.

It is almost worthy of poetry. A sonnet on his misery, carved into his flesh. A poem for those who he has killed, and those he destroyed. It could be a wonderful work of poetry! A shame I'm not much of an artist, I would adore to do a painting. I hardly count scribbling the words "Mine" and "Die" on the side of buildings terribly suiting. Ah, as you may have guessed, as far as I'm concerned, they are permanent unless someone else wishes to clean them up. I have no intention to. I think they are lovely.

I am no longer a sole survivor of this. A barely beating heart and flesh left waiting to be rebuilt. I have someone to share this with again. I had been the only one for so long. I must, must see her.

Lily. Such... a word. It is almost like a foul language to desperate ears. Blood stained, white hands, knowing his sin -- to know what he had done! I bet you are proud, Heine! So terribly proud! No, no! We must play soon. No excuses. And even if you deny it, I will find you. And we will play.

The creatures here are barely satisfactory.

That child was barely satisfactory. And it is against my recommendation to do that again. Lest I be forced to actually want to kill you. How fortunate I find mortal bodies to be little entertainment.

A good few days indeed.

Greed, do tell me you have no plans tonight. Or I will force you to cancel them.

I do apologize, Mother.

That is...

...embarrassing.

How come is it...when we get bored here... there are strings of posts about sex?

Where is he?

Tell me.

Now.

Where. Is. Greed?!

Tell me. Now.

I will...

You will...tell me!

[ The sound of footsteps walking away, and gunfire. And then the sound of a foot through solid wood, but it's far away by now. And then some gunfire, as he walks away from the terminal. ]