"Death is not equal after all," said Lady Daphne aghast with realisation. She was fuming. Her eyes were drenched in sin, but her tongue... oh her tongue was blessed with truth. However, the light-haired, rose-tinted woman bore the former no answer. Her boots just keep the situation away from any impending silence. Perhaps, that was her response-a wordless, dying silence. Madame Mortem had thought she always knew better. She did not. "And why would it be?" The lady scoffs. "Especially when she wishes to make bed with her succeeding victim." Credits for art @ their original owners