dangerous & m o v i n g // Loki

[Iris Lionhaert]

You take it all away but never give it back

It was late in the evening. It seemed like a rarity for the bridge to be used at this hour. However there was but one lone figure crossing that said bridge. Her hair shimmered like the moon that illuminated the sky - an odd shade of blue that looked almost silver in the right lighting. The girl's matching blue eyes stared listlessly up at the sky with a blank stare across her face.

Her boots clicked, and clacked against the stone that made up the bridge as she strolled leisurely to the center of the bridge. Her stroll came to abrupt stop and her attention focused on the edge of the bridge. The side where she could spot the crystal clear lake beneath her miles away.

Vertigo began to wash over her frame as she looked down from the edge. Everything began to take a whirl as her palpitating heart began to accelerate at errant thoughts beginning to form. Iris never knew what was best for her. Danger seemed to have had an attraction with her, and she quite mutually returned the feelings. Lifting herself up onto the ledge of the bridge, she placed her lithe legs on top of the stone, and stared at the bottom. It was a long way down.

Her long twintails streamed like blowing ribbons cascading within the evening breeze. Her frame teetered slightly but quickly returned balance as she extended her arms. She didn't care if she ended up falling. It was but one the most exhilarating feelings in the world to her. The risk of losing her life did not scare her.

The rush is worth the price she had to pay.

[Loki Sanguine]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellpadding,10px,true][atrb=cellspacing,10px,true] loki sanguine, let me down easy, but stay with me tonight, tonight Not one figure, but two; apparently, this blue-haired girl wasn't very observant, as Loki had been following her for a good majority of the day. He couldn't help himself, really. Some people just interested him; their hair, their eyes, their lips, their wit, their very soul. Some people he just wanted, and what Loki wanted, Loki got, no matter what. His crimson eyes gleamed in the moonlight, standing out from the shadowy depths of his fur-lined hood. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, idly playing with his flickblade as he sauntered onto the bridge. His footsteps were almost silent, the only noise being the soft, barely audible thumps of boots on stone. Moving to the blue-haired girl's right, he extracted his hand from his pocket and rested it upon her back, applying just a fraction of pressure. It wouldn't be enough to knock her over, but it'd certainly give her a fright~! "So easy," he murmured, opening and closing his flickblade in the confines of his right pocket. "Just one small push and you'd be gone, Iris. Gone." His tone was familiar, caring; his expression and stance were reminiscent of that of an ex-lover, perhaps, or a jilted victim of unrequited love. Rather interesting, considering they had never actually met. IN THE BACKYARD, UNDER A STARRY SCENE, i'm thinking backseat - she's looking for the keys made by hina-chii of on the edge.

[Iris Lionhaert]

You take it all away but never give it back

The view was beautiful. Tonight she would pretend to be the tragic princess of the lake from Swan Lake. In her mind, she could see the shadows mourn for the loss of her only hope in becoming human again, trapped in the body of a swan when her prince betrayed her. Tears rolled from her eyes as she said her final farewell to the cruel world before she took the deep dive off the edge. Her wings for arms fluttering with the rush as gravity took it's toll, and plummeted her slender frame into the icy depths of the lake.

However this was all going in her head - not what exactly played out in reality.

Due to her out of tune state, she did fail to realize she was being followed. In fact, she didn't notice it at all that she had a stalker of sorts following her around all day. So everything she did throughout the day had been monitored. Little did she know that she had company until the very last second~

She loved the feeling of putting her body through adrenaline. It was like her whole body went in overdrive mode, and everything was working twice as hard. Her heart was already beating fast from the excitement, teasing herself by staying on the edge. A small gasp escaped from her lips though as she felt a hand apply pressure upon her back. Her physical form felt it, but her mind did not process it. Her body moving a couple centimeters over by the gentle push, sending her mind into a small fine frenzy, blush dusting her porcelain cheeks.

A voice broke her out of her fantasy, and brought her back to reality. Blinking a couple times, she turned her body around, finally realizing the presence before her. A soft smile formed upon her lips. Smiling at a stranger who knew her very name? Iris most certainly did have issues. "Have you come to rescue me?" she asked.

[Loki Sanguine]

His lips curved into a smile at the girl's response to his sudden appearance. She didn't react the way most people did; she didn't gasp, scream, hit him, or even make a half-hearted attempt to get away. This Iris spoke to him as if he was an old friend. Was she delusional? Most definitely. But then, the crazies always had been the most fun to play with.

Loki removed his hand from her back and made a sweeping motion resembling a bow; he was mocking her, but he doubted that she would notice, given her state of mind. So the reaper merely smiled and extended his left hand for the girl to hold onto, his right hand all too aware of the knife in his pocket.

"I'll be your knight in shining armor, my lady," he whispered, his voice dripping with a dangerous kind of silky sweetness. "If only you'll let me whisk you away from this cruel place."

Now that, he mused, he could do in more ways than one. It seemed Loki and his flickblade had the same intentions.

[Iris Lionhaert]

There was no point in trying to fight him off or even running away. The very word fear was a foreign concept to Iris. What good was such an emotion when it brought nothing but misfortune, and tragedy? Iris' life was nothing short of the dream she could not let go so long ago. When the world no longer accepted her because she was not as pretty as the other girls or that she was always covered in bumps and bruises. They called her insane. She like to consider herself brave when others could not do the things that she did. She was... different.

Different was exactly how she wanted to feel regardless of the consequences it brought her. She could care less if others stared at her aquamarine hair, or that her outfit was a little 'out there'. In her eyes, she was special. Or at least that's what she's convinced herself of.

The blue haired girl's eyes lit up with joy. Delirious glee as she watched him extend his hand out for her. Under the right circumstances, any girl would kill to have a guy say such words to her, the very term knight in shining armor was such a wonderful thought. It drew Iris like a magnet, and as much as she wanted to take his hand, another voice in the back of her head screamed complete refusal. That very same voice held control of her body, and hesitated. "Where will you take me?" she asked.

She shook her head before closing her very blue eyes. Iris wasn't sure what the man truly wanted from her, but whatever it was, it would not be a one sided transaction. Pure curiosity washed over her brain. Never knows best, she opened her eyes, and returned her gaze back down to Loki. Her right arm held out reaching for the man's hand until she got a grasp of his hand. "How can I be sure you're not the big bad wolf?" she asked with mild amusement.

[Loki Sanguine]

Crimson eyes flashed in the darkness, intrigued by her hesitation. Surely she wouldn't turn down a man who offered her a real-life fairytale scene. Although he had no white steed to ride into the sunset on, there wasn't a sunset, either; and perhaps his charming company could make up for the lack of a romantic setting. However... it was the middle of the night, on a stone bridge hovering over water that reflected the moon above. The pair were the very picture of hero and rescue, the knight and the damsel; a gallant young man dashing to save his beloved from her self-wrought demise. The thought made him smile.

A gallant young man. Sure, whatever you say.

Loki merely shrugged in response to her question, his charming smile never faltering and the danger never quite leaving his eyes. "Wherever you wish, my dear~ I want only to save you from whatever horrors you face in your life." Maybe he was overdoing it a bit. She'd have to realize that she didn't even know his name sometime soon.

But then, maybe she didn't care.

Triumph entered his expression as the girl's hand rested upon his own, and he wasted no time in gently pulling her forward, wrapping his right arm around her waist to twirl her around until her feet rested upon the bridge proper. His flickblade dangled in his hand, its very existence feeling rather symbolic as the blade inched ever closer to her side.

And yet he held on to the girl's hand, and leaned in close so that their lips were mere centimeters apart. "And what if I am?" he asked softly, his voice low and breathy. "Would you mind if your prince wanted to..." his teeth snapped together lightly, almost playfully, just in front of her lips. "... eat you up?"

If that didn't fuel her fantasies for the next week, then Loki was a complete and utter failure.

[Iris Lionhaert]

He's lying. Iris didn't have to be the least bit sane in order to figure that one out. Any normal girl would have just slapped him across the face, and run away. Bolt the locks on the doors, and never let him back in. However we're not talking about normality at the moment. Ordinary things were boring, and mundane things only drove Iris insane (which she already was that to begin with). The way he spoke those lies were hypnotizing, and not in the way that made a girl a victim to his charm, but rather coaxing a butterfly into a fine, intricate web made by a spider. Inviting her to perch her weary wings upon it's beautiful woven strings unaware of the trap that laid before her.

Just because he spoke sugar coated lies doesn't mean she believes them. Iris had a difficult time trusting others - let alone trusting herself with anything except taking big risks. Her errant thoughts were still bent on throwing herself off of the edge of the bridge. She wanted to feel the stimulation of being fully alive again just as she did countless times before.

"Surely, you don't mean it from the bottom of your heart, my prince," she cooed softly. She didn't throw herself off of bridges on a daily basis, but she did some stupid stunts in the past. Tight roping above a pit of spikes, stand in the middle of a ring of fire one point in time, and even tempted to sleep in an iron maiden once. She dropped the iron maiden idea finding that it'd probably wasn't comfortable as she thought it might be~

However falling off the bridge didn't seem like it was going to be apart of the agenda tonight. Her eyes flickered brightly as Loki drew her towards him. His arm wrapped around her waist as her feet planted on the bridge properly. The only thing that kept a wedge between them was her arms pressed against his lean frame. She blinked her blue eyes owlishly. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as if her air circulation had been cut off by how close he was. Her palpitating heart feeling a different kind of rush from the close contact. Iris couldn't help but giggle softly. The lunatic was actually enjoying it quite thoroughly.

"Not without a price to pay," she replied, her voice coated with a deviant desire. A desire the could not be expressed by the stimulation she got from his physical contact, but rather something else attaching the strings of their fates together. Something that blurred the lines between her fantasies, and reality.

"Whether it be in fantasy or reality... nothing goes without a justifying means, don't you agree?" she asked, running her slim fingers across his jawline, until she met the curves that formed his mouth. She grazed his skin until the tip of her index finger was pressed against his lips before she drew her hand away in a teasing manner~

[Loki Sanguine]

The girl was sharper than she looked, especially considering her delusions. She knew he wanted something, and want something he did; whether it was her body or her life, though, he simply couldn't decide.

Ah, well. When in doubt, choose both and kill the witnesses.

"You wound me, my dear~ I care only for your well-being, you must know." His voice was still soft and dripping with a venomous desire. But even as he released her hand, transferring his flickblade from right hand to left, openly toying with the mechanism that made it open; even as he showed the girl exactly how much danger she was in, his touch was gentle, almost loving.

"A price," he mused, flicking his knife open and closed, open and closed. "Love is a game of give and take, so I suppose a price is only appropriate~" Loki's arm was still wrapped around her waist, holding her as close as he could with her arms in the way. But as she reached up to caress his jaw, his cheek, his mouth; as her soft skin scraped against his own, there was an opening.

And he used it.

In a matter of seconds his flickblade was at her throat, his previously devilishly sweet smile now simply demonic, that ever-present desire flickering in his eyes. "So easy," he purred, mocking her with the very words he had approached her with. "Just one small push and you'd be gone, Iris. Gone. So tell me..."

The blade dug a little deeper into that soft skin on her neck, crimson blood welling up and trickling down to her collarbone. Automatically he leaned in and licked it off, savoring the metallic taste, the tip of his tongue lingering just a moment longer than was perhaps absolutely necessary. His voice husky and his blade at the back of her neck, Loki smiled and whispered in her ear.

"What's the price for the kiss of my fair lady?"

[Iris Lionhaert]

His lies were painful to take, like swallowing stones, whilst sinking to the bottom of the lake. You couldn't keep the stones in your mouth otherwise you'd suffocate, but if you swallowed the stones, then you'd ultimately destroy your internal organs. Her mind was placed in a fine, fine frenzy hearing him caress her with lies on top of lies. He was so good that it hurt~

When it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun, she supposed.

"There is a different between knights and killers," she commented slyly. "They all care the same, but the motive behind it all... well, that's another rope to pull." Her blue eyes peered down at his hand as he released his hold on her hand in order to exchange his blade. As he fiddled with the blade, her eyes were transfixed on the blade, the subtle silver slick sublime sharp edge gleaming off the moon's reflection. A beautiful but deadly trinket. She knew she was in danger. Her whole body wanted to react accordingly towards the emptiness that was beginning to be filled up within her shell of an existence. The only problem was that Iris knew no fear.

She couldn't fight him off. She wasn't a fighter by any means, her strength couldn't come close to resisting him anyways even if she wanted to. He used her opening to place the beautiful blade at her throat. His smile turning monstrous as he toyed with Iris the same way as he did earlier. The way he said her name so intimately as if he knew her so well brought a bit of blush across her cheeks. Her body trembling against his not out of fear, but pure joy. The kind of joy her delirium placed her in a state of euphoria. The adrenaline was moving through her veins.

It only quickened when she felt the blade dig into her skin. A shallow cut was placed upon the softness of her skin upon her neck, and blood began to spill. The warm metallic liquid trickled down to her collarbone. Loki did not cease his brutal torture on the poor girl, breaking any wedges that came between them in their locked embrace. Iris gasped as his tongue lapped up her spilled blood, practically teasing her already unstable form. It would seem that she would choke in his hold daring her to swallow the stones before she would collapse from the poison he poured into her. Yet she still didn't care~

"A name," she answered, "Your name, my prince."

She didn't even wait. Sliding her arms around his neck, she applied a gentle pressure against him, nudging his demonic eyes back to her adrenaline rushed eyes. She held little regards of the blade still lodged in her neck, and crashed her lips against his. She trusted her instincts that he wouldn't kill her yet.

At least he would not be rid of her so quick, and so easily when the games were just getting good.

[Loki Sanguine]

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, m'dear," he told her, his tone equally sly. "Knights and killers, mothers and murderers, they're all driven by the same things, all born from the same idea: sin." He'd prove his point later. He had more important things to deal with now.

She wasn't afraid. That was what irritated him in the end, her absolute lack of fear. While the sick joy she derived from his mild torture was certainly refreshing, Loki liked the taste of tears and fear in a woman's kiss. This girl had neither. She drew herself into him like a fly to honey, and her eagerness, while somewhat welcome, was also somewhat repulsive. He liked a challenge, a way for him to earn his prey. It was no fun otherwise.

But that didn't stop him from kissing back, meeting her force and then some. For just a moment, he was rather amused by her seeming desire to dominate the situation, but the girl was quickly put in her place; after a few seconds, his teeth clamped down on her lower lip with enough power to bruise, if not break the skin, and he pushed her away with a finger.

Looking at the human with an amused smirk, he ran a hand through his black hair, pushing his hood off in the process. All his delicate, feminine features were visible; full lips, and crimson eyes seemed to taunt the girl, and his left hand, the hand with the flickblade, rested on his hip.

"Sins, my dear Iris, sins. Greed, envy, wrath, gluttony, vanity, sloth... they're all born from the same thing."

Casually the reaper tossed his flickblade up in the air and caught it by the handle, pointing it at the girl with a smile.

"Lust. Each and every soul has that bit of darkness inside it, constantly begging to be fed. It comes in many different forms, but lust... it's the source of everything. You want money, beauty, men, women, power, rest, revenge -- that insatiable want is what I deal in, my lady. From their souls I take their hopes, their dreams, their desires, and I keep it for myself."

He had never cared to conceal his true nature from those of the mortal world, but he had never explicitly stated what he was, either. There's a first time for everything, he supposed.

"You asked for a name? How trivial." All semblance of sweetness was gone with the wind, scorn and irritation dripping from his tone. "Names are superficial, my dear Iris, just like words; they change at the blink of an eye, shifting from one to the other and back again. However... I never take without giving something in return, so you may call me the Trickster, the Monster, the Reaper."

His crimson eyes flashed in the moonlight, his grip on his flickblade never wavering.

"You may call me Loki."

[Iris Lionhaert]

Iris could be considered many things. You can call her insane because the truth stands as it is. She was insane. She was an adrenaline junkie, who craved the the need for dangerous stunts, regardless if her life was put at risk. Addicted to the rush her body goes under when the heat is put on, it was but the best euphoria she could muster up in her pitiful life. Lost all trust in society and their rules, and etiquette. What did it matter when it served her no good? Though out of all of the obscene adjectives you could describe her, she was anything but easy to scare. She could easily stand up in the face of the reaper and smile with joy.

His kiss was everything and anything except innocent. Rough, vicious lips raced against hers, sending shivers down her spine. She flinched violently when her bottom lip was met with cruel fangs sinking into her skin, breaking the surface. Her lip turning a light shade of cherry as he pushed her away with his slim finger. Her placid blue eyes half-lidded in the mixed up, messed up emotions flooding her senses at that very moment: bliss, and pain melded together. An exhilarating emotion she couldn't get from running into through a house on fire or even diving off the bridge over the lake. It was addicting~

Coy as a prey on the hunt, she watched as Loki disclosed his face, removing his hood so that the pale moonlight illuminated his dark features. His flickblade dancing within the palm of his hand, floating up, and back down until he pointed the tip at her. As he explained reality, all she did was smile in return. However, for Loki, it was becoming a rather intimate gesture, and by that, we mean a demented, pleasure seeking, insane smile. Almost as if she was mocking Loki back. The stinging pain remained from the kiss he left on her lips, her first kiss, leaving her almost in a state of stupor. Almost. The shallow pain reminding her that this wasn't apart of her fairytale delusion. It was real. Like really real, real.

"Loki," she allowed the name to roll off the tip of her tongue, "It suits you well, my prince." Her smile never once faded from her lips as her eyes stared at his blade as if waiting for him to try and harm her again. She felt pain, and she would do nothing to hide it away from him. No point, but she would not express the one thing she held none of: fear.

In her own delirious manner, somehow, she knew it ticked him off to no end. He could not struck fear into her heart, no matter if he cut her up into pieces, or bruised her until she went from blue to purple. "Let me ask you something, Loki," she asked, the tension within her body relaxed, "Are you... by chance annoyed with me? If so... why is that?"

Her dilated pupil eyes turned their way back to meet the monster's crimson ones. A small shade of blood tinted his lips, her blood, as if the mark her place. She cared less if she was stepping out of bounds with him. He could put her in her place over, and over again, it mattered not the vicious cycle. "Let's make a deal, shall we?" she asked sickly sweet.

[Loki Sanguine]

Insanity was an odd concept when it came to Loki. Was he insane? If he agreed with that, then he would be recognizing his insanity, and everyone knew that the crazies never thought themselves crazy. But if he disagreed, then he was in denial, and suddenly he was a raving psychopath wandering the roads of Hyrule. The reaper knew he was not raving nor a psychopath. He was simply... special. He could go about things in a logical fashion, as his 'heart' never told him otherwise. The people he met were pawns in an intricate game of chess, each one getting him closer and closer to that triumphant checkmate. Whether they were his pawns willingly or not... well, that was a different matter.

Truth be told, Loki enjoyed a challenge. He always had. He liked having his intellect and reflexes, both mental and psychical, put to the test. So when his pawns came forward so willingly, so joyfully, it made him to slightest bit... annoyed. He couldn't control them half so well when they didn't fear him.

And what wasn't there to fear?

The flickblade's perpetual presence in his hand, his cheerful, casual threats and bribes; the way he so nonchalantly followed through with those threats, leaving someone to die in the street without so much as a second glance. The way his lips so easily twisted into a smile or a frown to suit the situation, how his mouth formed the words that could make or break an individual's self-esteem or even sanity.

Most of all, though, it was his eyes.

Loki had always believed that the eyes were the window to the soul. He fancied himself able to tell what kind of person someone was by merely glancing into those windows, and through that, could collect only the choicest for his particular needs. Upon reflection, though, he found that his obsession with the mortal soul, not just as a reaper but as a being, was rather delightfully ironic, considering that he lacked a soul of his of his own. So when someone looked in his eyes, what did they see?

His eyes might glitter with a shallow malice or triumph, but once one looked beyond the pretty surface, there was nothing.

Those hollow voids stared at Iris, his smirk never leaving his lips. How amusing this was! She thought he would actually tell her why she irritated him so. If he did that, then she might attempt to change her actions, or she would gain the completely and utterly wrong notion that she had some form of leverage over him, and that simply wouldn't do.

"Figure it out, dear," he told her, tapping his lips with a finger. "There's a reward if you do~"

He certainly hoped she wasn't stupid enough to miss his meaning. She had seemed rather sharp (albiet completely delusional) thus far, and Loki had a feeling that she wouldn't disappoint.

Indeed, the interesting part was already on its way. "A deal~? Why, Iris, I do believe that's the most intriguing thing you've said all night!" His sweet malice had returned, his honeyed tone conveying words that snarled and bit and snapped.

Idly he licked her blood off his lips, curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he studied the girl. She was attempting to play his game, he supposed. He could humor her for now. Surely it wouldn't do any harm.

"Are you quite sure you want to make a deal with moi?" he asked, something resembling concern coating his words. "I take it all away but never give it back, dear. But enough of that..."

Snapping his wrist and pushing a button so that the blade of his knife folded in, he raised his empty hands in a gesture of peace, showing her the lie that he wouldn't attempt to cut her again.

"What is this deal of yours, hmm?"

[Iris Lionhaert]

This elaborate game she was about to participate in will undoubtedly be her undoing. She could feel every motion in her body telling her to push Loki away. Just get him off, and run as far as she possibly can. Go back home, lock the doors, and return back to her literature, and fantasies because they were safe. These reckless actions, and insane erratic thoughts were going to push her over the edge. The fall would unmistakeably kill her in the end.

However it all melted away just as quick as it was brought up. She was a woman without fear, and even if she knew her time would come when death would take her life away from this earth, she would do it just like the way she's risked her life before. Roll off hills the size of castles or jump off a cliff and into the river; allowing it's rushing currents to take her wherever the river leads.

Broken bones, sprained limbs, and dislocated joints? Name something that hasn't been broken already~ It really was a miracle that the Goddesses allowed her to live through all of those injuries, or perhaps they were spiting her for some sick amusement. Whatever. Iris did these reckless actions over and over again for the sheer freedom of being able to do such things. Nobody stopped her from throwing her cares away~ To just let her mind go off into world of her own while her body laid in a state of limbo. There was nothing to get hung up about, no one telling you what you should do best for yourself, or... living the way you want to live. This was how Iris Lionhaert lived her life.

Perhaps that was a trait that drew Iris to Loki. His confidence in lying so intricately in front of his face, to make it seem like he was living, yet he was not among the mortals was just entrancing. So easy to make it seem like that black void in his eyes were vivacious. His wicked grin, and demented sense of humor were quite an entertaining qualities as well. No matter how bitter they truly were, he was like a magnet to the girl.

If it was a challenge that Loki wanted then she'll give him one. One that would put his skills to work should he persist in terrifying the girl anyway he saw fit. Let him try~ This daring move should prove a turning point between them. Her sparkling blue eyes flickered as she gazed at the monster folding his blade. A gesture of peace - no doubt fake, but nonetheless. She fluttered her lashes up at him as she smiled eagerly. "You can tell," she started, "You can't sense it anywhere on my body. A vital emotion produced when there in lack of security, safety, or comfort zone. That feeling that signals nervousness, worry, and insecurity. All of those negative drives derive from one source..."

She placed her right hand over her chest hovering over where her heart resided. "Fear."

When did she stop being afraid? She couldn't remember to tell the tale to be honest. It just happened one day, her fears just vanished into thin air, and the rest was history. Soon the scrapes, the bruises, and fractures came into play in her life... up until the very moment she stood in front of Loki. Her deal was only going to get better. "The monster doesn't like it when the damsel isn't in distress, am I wrong? When the maiden sheds no fear, it leads to further actions such as defiance, and rebellion. Though I've got a deal in mind that can give you something to work at~"

She threw a wedge between them for a moment backing up to lean her frame against the stone rails that prevented people from doing stunts Iris previously did. She was a shade too pale to be beautiful, but the ivory moon shined like a spotlight on the girl as she stared at the reaper. Her heart racing with excitement as she began initiating in the actual proposal.

"If you want something more than a fling with a lunatic then how about this?" she said gesturing her hands up in a manner to help explain her point, "I'll sell to you, my very soul, in exchange, you'll be bound to me, and vice versa. Now you're probably thinking: Why the hell would I become bound to this crazy broad or something along those lines, right? Don't be shy, you won't offend me if you did~"

Wouldn't be the first time she's heard someone call her crazy. She giggled softly.

"Well, here's the part I think you'll like, a condition in this contract of sorts if you will. Something to spice up this deal~ A challenge I'm pretty positive you'll like. Before this deal is by any means completed, should you strike pure, utter, wrenching fear into my heart, then the deal would be breached, and my soul is yours to collect."

After explaining the terms, and regulations, Iris looked back up to Loki. Her smile softened slightly as if finding his wicked ways... endearing. She found a lot of things admirable, despite that she couldn't do much of anything impressive herself. However that may all change with this should the reaper find it to his liking. "In a way, I have things I want to take away, and never give it back," she explained the whole purpose behind her deal in one single sentence.

Iris showed her cards to Loki. Now it was time to see if he had any interest in playing this dangerous game. She purposely stacked the odds against herself, but that was exactly how she wanted it to be. If by any chance she comes out the victor of the deal, then they both knew the results of the outcome.

Should she lose then it was a good life while she lived it~ No regrets, right?

[Nightmare Darklight]

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