I.H.
Lust stared at Horror wide eyed in fear, body trembling slightly as he stood frozen in his place. He wanted to.. needed to back up. To run and hide. But he could not move.

T-Torture..? This monster was insane! He found pleasure in hurting others? Lust was so afraid, so so afraid. What if Horror lost it and tortured him, gutting him out and killing him? It was already pretty obvious that Horror was unstable.

G.P.
He sighed, turning and moving around, his large hands stuffing themselves into his pockets. He took out the small bloodied knife from his pocket, flipping it around a few times before walking over to Lust and tossing it into his lap.

"I thought you would like it. It reminded me of you." He grinned happily. On the bottom of the knife, a bloodstained violet ribbon and small metal cross hung, having a name engraved in it with a small note.

[Leo. "God, may mercy be cast upon the horrors that are lurking underneath my bed tonight."] 

"What's with that look, Ero? You look like you've just seen a ghost." The corpse moved. "It's fine, they do that sometimes when they are fresh." His eye slowly dimmed as he began to cut up the large bodies.

I.H.
Lust looked down at the little cross before dropping it automatically, a reaction from touching the blood. Why was everything here so completely gory?

"I-I think I need to go the bathroomsorry." He rushed the last words as he rushed upstairs, trying to block out the sound of Horror cutting up the corpses.

He stood over the sink, breathing shallowly as he tried not to throw up. He couldn't take it in this universe anymore. He needed to find a way out of here..

G.P.
He looked after him. Had his neediness went away? He felt surprised with how Lust had left. His small pupils were gone now; it was his fault Lust was acting like the way he had when he first came. He had gotten his hopes up some way. Maybe he could give Lust something really expensive around here, show Lust that he liked him in more ways than one.

He got him the knife so he could protect himself. Maybe if he washed it off, Lust could use it. He looked at his now stained carpet. He would have to clean that up too. He knew exactly what he should get Lust, teleporting away.

He came back quickly, coming up to his house. He made sure not to get blood or anyone's guts on the small box. He knocked on the door to the bathroom before sliding the box under it. He was too excited to take the price tag off the extremely small box, hoping Lust would like it. The small box slid under the door onto the tile floor, a small sticker on the side of it.
[40000 G], with a small stamp of approval from the queen.

Horror went back to cutting up the corpses, then deep cleaning the floor, going back to his basement. He had gotten this contraction to work.. It was just out of fuel; it would take a few small viles of DT for it to even work properly. He sat by it before enjoying the silence, looking at an old empty bottle of ketchup.

I.H.
"Oh gods.." Lust murmured to himself as he looked at the box on the floor. Did he even want to open it? What if there were severed fingers or something inside?

He went closer and noticed the price tag, sockets widening before a sudden wave of nausea went over him. Oh stars.. Horror really liked him, didn't he? Why did his heat have to come at this time..? He didn't want to be with a psychotic murderer..

Lust looked back and forth before he picked up the box and went to sit on top of the toilet. He didn't really want to accept anything from Horror, but his curiosity was getting the better of him.