A Talk of Death and Kill
Death, struck with envy and insatiable jealousy, looked upon Kill’s ornaments with bulging maroon eyes. Silver and gold lined almost every inch of his body. He was dressed in his usual cloak of utter black, of course, but hanging from his wrists and hands and shoulders were necklaces, bracelets, platinum chains of the highest quality. Implanted deeply in each of these chains was a colored gem, signifying all of the things he had been awarded over the course of his awareness. Most of the gems were crimson, telling the obvious tale of blood, one thing that came with every one of his victims.