He was running late it was getting closer to dusk and to top that all off he hasn't feeling too good after eating that soul earlier. The evil soul seemed to be giving him a fever. Great how could a godling become sick? He ran through the streets to meet him taking shortcuts through the streets of Arkham. He was looking for a newer reaper who was ready to start his trials to gain a death scythe.
He finally reached the blue eyes wonder Felix and started to apologize for being late. "I am deeply sorry to make you wait for me I hope it wasn't an inconvenience." He relaxed and nodded breathing out slowly. "So what did you want to do before we have to get to work?" He asked his hand reaching to scratch his head just as it started to drizzle. This place was always so damn gloomy.