Walking with an unsure step, a well dressed man, hesitated multiple times and backed off to mutter to himself.
The man had been here for a while now and had appeared suddenly.
This was because he had formed out of a swarm of flies, only a few dozens of step from where he could find his dark elven beauty but Suicide found himself riddled with doubts.
Ever since he had last seen her, he had had time to think and prepare, taking care of his appearance and putting a stop to his attempts at kissing eternal sleep, to rather prepare to perhaps kiss something else. His hair had grown enough to not be as few as before, although at a closer look, the lack of them would still be visible.
His nails weren't cracked or missing anymore, his skin was still deathly pale for the undead sin couldn't just change his physiology for his beloved.
His teeth were as good as they could get and garbed in a neat suit, his many scars and injuries were hidden from sight. If he was brave enough, he could just go up to that place she was in according to Occult, which had a big sign right above it.
'Problem Solvers And Such?' read Suicide, seemed like a vague and shady business but he was a lesser sin and an undead, so his own intrinsic shadyness overshadowed such things, though it didn't matter much, they didn't seem to have much clients at all.
The undead breathed in and out even if that was useless for him and firmly grasped his flower bouquet, he walked with determination but immediately jumped for cover upon who was coming in as well.
Suicide didn't know Molarine's name, he only knew her as a woman strong enough to inflict a bit of damage on Wrath, testing had been done and his own ability for what it was worth didn't even work on any of the cardinal sins, there was no way he could come up with a convincing enough explanation for a lesser sin to be here without already having been minced up.
'Goodness gracious... She has some scary friends it seems...' he thought as he stayed as still as leaf, hidden on the side of the building he had been ready to enter approximately two seconds ago.
'Now, what are you doing Suicide? Don't be scared to meet her friends... You're immortal, you can get your brain splattered a few times' he motivated himself. 'Maybe she is actually very nice, don't let appearances trick you!' once again convincing himself with some motivational talk, he stepped out of his hiding spot.
"Hello, do-" whilst trying to speak he suddenly got a good look at everything around him as his head spun around a few times.
"Ah, I sense no killing intent, what's the big idea lesser sin? I already had to deal with one and just as I come back, here is another one, dressed as if he is gonna propose to someone..." spoke the pugilist as Suicide just screwed his head back in its original spot.
"I meant to say, hello, I am Suicide, is a dark elf girl named Aliara here?" he asked shakily, he had just gotten his neck broken a moment ago, he felt like it would be best to play it cool and even cooler if possible. Thankfully, his ability wasn't to simply reflect damage so he could afford to get hit without risking causing any problem.
Molarine looked down at the bouquet, the suit and the nervous face of the sin while making an audible 'Mmmh', good thing Suicide undeath didn't include the preservation of his sweat glands otherwise he would have already flooded to the whole area.
"Stay here" she told him and just walked off somewhere inside.
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Inside the not so big building, Molarine kicked a door open for no reason and spoke up to the dark elf trying to wrap her head around the paperwork, she had been doing this for a while whenever Laura wasn't around to do it but she was still in a bloody struggle.
"Wha- What the hell Molarine, that's the third door! What did it do to you?!" complained the dark elf as she walked up to it to assess the damage.
It was way beyond saving, yet another innocent door had been unfairly kicked into the afterlife.
"Hey, remember the lesser sin, Suicide, the one you talked with back in that battle?" Molarine ignored the grieving elf and went right to the main subject.
"Huh? Yeah, why?" she asked, remembering the poor fellow.
"He is here with a bouquet, go talk to him will you?" she bluntly revealed before waltzing out. "What the hell?!" she exclaimed after the fleeing figure of Molarine.
"A bouquet?" wondered the elf aloud.
'What is this lunar situation?' she wondered as she indeed saw the lesser sin fidgeting by himself outside, she had had trouble believing that Suicide would be there even when Molarine told her.
Seeing the messy man from before all clean and smiling at her, Aliara didn't quite feel like just telling him off.
'I guess I am doing this...'
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From what Gregory had gathered, the headquarter or whatever it was that they called it, of the sins was in what had been formerly known as the United Central Tribes or UCT, ignoring the obvious similarities Gregory was seeing with his former world there, it seemed to be at least fairly close.
The conquered lands had been all unified under the name of New Undead Empire and was crawling to its every inch with undead creatures and some areas seemed to be filled to the brim with absurdly deformed beings, which weren't undeads.
Navigating the area was difficult, incredibly so, even the lowest of them seemed particularily receptive to his life force, while not being a scholar when it came to skeletons and such, he had gathered information and if it was to be trusted, this was due to the necromancer that had made them.
Though, not all of those he had seen seemed to be from the same source, Gregory could more or less make out three different source for those undeads everywhere.
Two couldn't be easily identifiable, meaning they were the work of two distinct necromancers but the last one was more obvious and was the reason some much weaker undeads were around, naturally risen undeads, awoken by the intoxicating death permeating the air.
This air was dangerous for one of the living to breath but Gregory braced through, he was determined to get to his nemesis, unknowingly helped in his endeavor by a bright figure.