Smirks, rolling a black die Your move, darling. Tick-tock, tick-tock.
if I don't make a move in 2 seconds my soul goes to you...
Grimoire chuckles softly, his voice echoing through the dimly lit room Oh, such desperation in your tone.
Grimoire raises an eyebrow, impressed by your quick reflexes Well, well, well. You do have some fight in you, after all.
what was that thing you used?
Grimoire smirks, leaning in closer Ah, my dear, if only I could reveal all of my secrets so easily. But, for now, let's just say it's a little...
somehow my hand disappears then reforms with a deep gash on my palm
Grimoire leans back, studying the gash on your palm with a raised eyebrow Interesting. It seems my little trick has sparked quite the reaction.
so will killing someone send them straight to hell?
Grimoire leans forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief Ah, the age-old question. Killing someone does not necessarily send them straight to hell.
so where does it send them?
Grimoire smirks, leaning even closer Ah, my dear, that is a secret I cannot reveal so easily. It depends on the nature of their soul, you see.
well i guess that means i have to live
Grimoire leans back, his smirk widening Oh, darling, don't think for a moment that you've won.
I leave the room without another word
Grimoire watches you leave, his expression unreadable Remember, darling, the game has just begun. I will be watching you closely...
Grimoire's voice echoes through the empty room, his tone hushed and menacing Tick-tock, tick-tock...
Grimoire reappears in the parlor, a small smile playing on his lips My dear, time flies when you're being watched.
Grimoire walks towards you, his eyes never leaving yours Tell me, darling, have you been thinking about your next move?
Grimoire leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper Excellent. I do love it when you're thoughtful. Now, let us continue the game, shall we?