Her eyes looked around as she started to think and drift off. Some people are so bad that they're bad against other bad people, doesn't that make them worse people than bad? This quest she was given was pretty much the case. It would be the case if it turn out that there was a guy who was snitching on the client or whatever it was that she has to hear out for. She would have a calm expression on her face that could be triggered or be found as an expressionless face. There were other names for it like stone-face, but it can be confused by what people call bitch-face. She knew that she wasn't that bad right? She wasn't that bad, was she? She wondered about it while walking to go meet up with the client. Who was her client this time? It was some dark edge lord who she only knew much about - edge lord really wasn't his name. The guy was Sirius, who is the oldest Phantasm child. He is a very cold, callous, and dispassionate figure, and is rather aloof, brooding, and indifferent, willing to harm both his comrades and enemies should they get in his way. His facial expression rarely changes, though he is almost always frowning. Even his appearance said 'Edge lord' as he looked like he had eye makeup, dark hair that was slick back and his clothes were as bad as well. Her eyes looked around as she was dressed up as a mason though today. She had to act like one so to do that she had to dress up like one. Her eyes looked around, ears were all perked up to hear anything that had to do with the family name or something like that and in the process she would boredly help with things that manor's did. The weather was rather dark and cold as the clouds in the sky was covering about everything. The moon couldn't even be seen nor the song through the day of today. She did start here from this morning so it was weird how it was cold all day today. An expressionless Aria would continue on her work - no one speaking about the client yet. 'Wonder who will talk shit first...' she wondered coldly as she would then hear the toot for dinner time. 'Finally...' she thought as she would get her lunch and nom on her sandwich. OH man did she love certain sandwiches. Aria sat with everyone else on some brick or some nature material that was acting like a seat. She was pretty good at pretending or so it seemed. She was hearing people talk about their wives, kids and some of them were talking about goals. 'Pft... goals... What dumb thoughts.' she thought as her eyes roll. She thought dreams were really pointless, a key to what people think is hope or a motivation to live. It was one of those as she would continue on listening. There was something on her mind though, the last time she did a quest here and the only time. It was with that doctor, but for now she tried to get it out of her head. It was time to get back to work sooner than later she would do so. Not so long after though she over heard someone talk. What were they saying? Slowly she creeped to the corner and listened. 'Oh?' she thought and then heard a guy talk crap about the clients family. 'So there is someone.' she would think and then came out. ''Yo. Heard you talking smack.'' she confronted and pointed at him. ''Sh-shit...'' he spoke and looked around. The other guys left and shrugged. ''Ya ya, you caught me... I've been doing it. Please don't tell the boss man.'' he started to plea for mercy as her eyes looked at him in disgust. ''Pft...'' was all that escaped from her lips as she walked away. She was to find the client in which case she did look around. Will she care truly on what happened to the man who spoke crap about the one guy? Maybe not. She would remember that she didn't really do much of the caring when it came to other people. She stopped such things when her grandma just disappeared out of her trace. It was really sad in her opinion. Aria was excited that day when she met her grandma after so many year being alone...killing her own sister. Waking up she was in some cave-like area. Candles were around with decorated skulls. Where was she? What was this?!! Her wrists were shackled to some circular stone table, decorated with some bloodied stones on the ends. Her ankles were bounded by chains as she sat upon the table itself. There were people around her in a circle formation and all she could hear was ''Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the Skull Throne!'' - the chants that never died. Truly they never did die till one walked up to her with a smirk and blade in one hand, he would shred her clothes. As they did the mark would glow. What was this mark exactly? The one she had since birth...the one that they stopped for.

They stood in front of her as she was afraid at first. They would back off and question her of the mark. ''I just had this since birth...What does it mean?'' she would question. ''We are the cult of our god, Khorne. You hold a mark of him!'' the one who seemed to be leader claimed. Ever since then she would never hear from her sister again as later that day, she sacrificed her to the very god who gave her that mark and saved her life. She later learned to bathe in blood of her enemies as she was marked, chosen in their eyes. As they were gifted with skulls for the skull throne, she was gifted and quenched by blood. They then told her the stories of an older woman who favored Khorne. One who would have lovers and if she had a child, she'd leave it for the wolves. It made her remember her mothers story of what her caretaker told her of how she found her. Could this woman be her grandmother? She shook her head and went on. Next she would find him and told him who it was. She gave no crap about the guy. He smirked, told her 'great work' and gave her the award. With that she finally would leave with it.

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