"The Grim Reaper, the Man of Azure."

With the section she wanted removed now off, watching her question their victim, he then noticed it and confirmed it, "...I think he was just too mesmerized by your artistic prowess that he passed out from the shock." Laughing at him making light of something so serious, he soon neatly sat him proper as he let go.

"Hmm..." He had to run the quick check on pulse, which was still present, a swift jab with his fingers on pressure points, still was jolting ever so slightly but not to the point of awakening... "Yeah, he actually is out now."

「I was wondering the same thing,」 normally, most at this stage of things pass out or have flat out died by now, but this guy was still hanging in there。 It was almost impressive, 「this makes it even more of a shame that things have come to this, with how resilient he is, he would have reached pretty high in the ranks here。」

「I know right?」 Mukuro says, agreeing with Ragna's comment about how strong the smell was, 「I always forget how much I enjoy this smell~」

When Ragna had commentd that he had passed out, Mukuro walked around the man and leaned slightly to confirm that he was, indeed, out cold。

「I guess it's a good of a time as ever for him to have passed out,」 Mukuro added wiping her bloodied hands on her black skirt。 Her attention turning back to Ragna as he gave out an idea, and it was clear that Mukuro was liking what she was hearing as a smile spread out on her lips。

「Oh~ I love that, and I'm always down for a bit of cat and mouse。There's a spy-mirror over there that connects to a viewing room and it's equipped with cameras so we can watch him run around~」 he'd no doubt be in a daze upon waking up and with that state and how conviluted it is getting to this room, their "mouse" would no doubt be stumbling through the corridors trying to find the "exit"。

「Also~」 there was a bit of a seductive purr to her voice as she steps closer to Ragna, 「how long do we have between giving him that booster and when he wakes up~?」 Honestly, with what she was implying, it didn't matter how long that was, with how dazed and confused the man would be when he woke up, they'd be able to finish before setting off to chase him。

"I'm so used to this smell, but I suppose there is enjoyment to it given what we are doing here today." He couldn't lie about his indifference, but there was something to like given how it came to them. Especially since she did like it.

"Also... Would you like to be the one to hunt him by yourself, too? I feel I had enough fun almost getting to snap his ribs towards the small pause just now, plus part of me thinks you'll enjoy putting another pathetic man with your own hands and all to sleep forever." He had to ensure of this first before addressing the rest.

"...From the time we pump that stuff into him, given how he was holding out, I say he'll be up in two hours outright as it's still hitting, most of his pain reaching that numbness for him to move with his adrenaline refilled." Answering calmly her question, he was returning a calm smile to her.

"...I do know they are so lucky they will be able to take your little artistic repais before that though." Case in point, he reassured her with what he was certain off. Still, a bit annoyed at how he was unsurprisingly moving too much and only making it worse for him, he had to intervene and hold him from behind, wrapping an arm around his chest to keep him place.

"Let her work her art, or you'll have to find out if ribs still can grow back." And he revealed his reason for annoyance: That he was not letting Mukuro do as she pleased, more than making it worse for him, rather unsurprisingly. On that moment, it was as if the man's brain worked immediately, feeling it was more bearable to have the knife dig away at his flesh, then risk a whole bone or worse from his strength.

It was then that audible crying started; sobbing as he was trying not to move and endure, he could pick up a very silent prayer to pass out from pain soon.

Even over the cries and pleas of the man she was working on, Mukuro was still able to hear the little chuckle that left Ragna and that caused her lips to pull up in a small smile for a moment before her serious expression returned。 

「That's good to know, he is a rather resilient one then, hm? A shame really~ 」  While it was nice to hear that the man was going to withstand this, it also made Mukuro a little more upset, seeing that such a resilient man had turned against her and the family。

Strength was never Mukuro's strong suit, so whenever Ragna would step in and assist her, it was very much appreciated。

「Thank you~」 Mukuro said。 Her hand had retreated when Ragna moved in to help restrain the man and would return to what she was doing once the man's movements settled down enough that she could resume her work。

With the man now still, it was much easier for Mukuro to work the knife around the tattoo on his back。The smell of iron in the air was strong at this point as blood splashed on the floor and Mukuro's hands and part of her forearms were becoming soaked in the lifeforce of the man in the chair。

「Almost~ and done~」 and with one final pass of the knife and a firm tug of the skin, Mukuro had fully skinned his back and dropped the flesh on the ground in a rather disrespectful manner。

「You must feel so free now, hm~?」 Mukuro's head tilts to the side slightly as she asks, looking over the man's shoulder to his face。 He made no effort to look at her; honestly, Mukuro was certain that he was totally checked out, with how pale he was and how whatever he was saying was very muttered and sounded all over the place。

「Should we let him go? See what he does?」 It was likely he would just flop off his chair like a fish but the idea of him possibly trying to run for it would be rather fun to watch。

With the section she wanted removed now off, watching her question their victim, he then noticed it and confirmed it, "...I think he was just too mesmerized by your artistic prowess that he passed out from the shock." Laughing at him making light of something so serious, he soon neatly sat him proper as he let go.

"Hmm..." He had to run the quick check on pulse, which was still present, a swift jab with his fingers on pressure points, still was jolting ever so slightly but not to the point of awakening... "Yeah, he actually is out now."

I meant to post this when I got them but Overwatch has been taking up my freetime lmao but I got some cute ship art of @ragnaofazure's Ragna and Mukuro comissioned from Keoluee on VGen. It's literally SO good lol

((There are a lot of emotions I can't convey at the fact something like this exists, but it can only be summarized in how happy it makes me beyond words.))

"Oh?" He opened his eyes up wide, "If you want to make him change his view on life, then I'll let you decide who gets to give him the talk." Meaning: Did she want to see him rip out the eyeball with one hand, or if she preferred to take the pleasant, more... tool assisted approach with her own.

With her approaching then and showing him affection, any normal person would question their sanity as to how they could be behaving as if they were on a normal date, when they were in the middle of carrying out torture.

"...Buuut, yeah, you're right." With immediate disdain, he went back to addressing the situation, mainly because of him, "He's about to pass out from pain soon. I'll move him myself then." He commented further as he saw Mukuro start to reveal the proper area, "...Or at least I damn hope so, because I think I might just feel bad if he truly proves he can take much more of this, such a damn waste." He then took a step back, giving his lover space unless she needed to ask him for anything, plus remaining quiet, 'FUUUUCK!' The victim yelled, barely as the knife dug in and started doing the proper work. He wanted to let her enjoy those screams as much as possible too, so up close.

「The night is still young, we can make that decision when we get there,」 Mukuro was too preoccupied with the task at hand to really give more thought as to who and with what tool to use to make their victim have a different view on life。

When Ragna made mention of how he'll move the man when he passes, out, Mukuro let out a little hum and nodded。

「Thank you, my darling~」 Mukuro says sweetly, turning her head to give Ragna a loving, genuine smile, her expression then turned back to a more sadistic tone when her attention turned back to the tied up ex-family member。 「Perhaps, but it's far more fun if he doesn't pass out~」

Their victim's cry of pain caused Mukuro's smile grow wider as she guided the blade further down the man's skin, causing more shouts and swears from the man in the chair。 His yelling and shouting causing his body to shift slightly and that would cause her flaying knife to slip a little further into him, which would cause him to shout out more in pain。

「Come on now, quit that~」 Mukuro said, 「you'll ruin my handiwork~」

Ragna's comment about not liking the tattoo caused Mukuro to laugh softly, 「I must agree, it's not the best one I've seen。」

"...I do know they are so lucky they will be able to take your little artistic repais before that though." Case in point, he reassured her with what he was certain off. Still, a bit annoyed at how he was unsurprisingly moving too much and only making it worse for him, he had to intervene and hold him from behind, wrapping an arm around his chest to keep him place.

"Let her work her art, or you'll have to find out if ribs still can grow back." And he revealed his reason for annoyance: That he was not letting Mukuro do as she pleased, more than making it worse for him, rather unsurprisingly. On that moment, it was as if the man's brain worked immediately, feeling it was more bearable to have the knife dig away at his flesh, then risk a whole bone or worse from his strength.

It was then that audible crying started; sobbing as he was trying not to move and endure, he could pick up a very silent prayer to pass out from pain soon.

"...That said, you're right, should be apologizing while still alive. If he was not stupid, him being able to hold on like this... I'm sure he would have had a better life here. It's a shame sound mind and healthy body sometimes can't co-exist..." Trailing off, he sighed, "Hmm..." Then as he brough his thumb and index to his chin? The simple act of his future wife blowing a kiss to him made him smile widely, as if it filled him with energy.

"Anyway...!" His thoughts accelerated now, "I think he can take one more." He always had a good idea of how much someone could hold, "Considering it has only been the more sensitive, not as used fingers, and we didn't... You know, give him a new outlook on life," Meaning take an eye, "Put him on a better walk of it," Meaning to leave him unable to walk, "Or anything of the sort... I think he'll be lucky to enjoy your fun afterwards." Patting his shoulder, the victim shook his head, seemingly having no tears left to shed.

'!!!' Swiftly, he had grasped his middle finger then, "You might want to get your toys ready to play with him." CRACK! 'AAAAHH!!' There went the tip of his finger, bent horizontally, then the next section, bent in the opposite direction away a minute after, then when he got to the base...

'FUCK FUCK FUCK NO!! STOP!!!' ...Ragna begun twisting it in place like some knob, turning it ninety degrees.

「Perhaps you're right,」 Mukuro says with a slightly over-dramatic sigh, 「maybe there's still a part of me that hoped he would make the right decision。」 She's still a bit "family" minded when it came to dealing punishment, Mukuro was still a bit hopeful that members of her "family" were the types that were undoubtably loyal, and for the most part they were, it was just a few bad eggs that would make their way in every so often。

But even with such a small amount, it never not stung whenever someone would betray them。

Seeing how Ragna smiled so widely when she blew a kiss at him, also filled Mukuro with a renewed sense of energy。

「The night is still young, there's still a chance we can still give him that new outlook on life。」 The smirk on her lips twitches, honestly the chance of this man making it through the night was slim to none, especially when Mukuro was finished with him。  When Ragna made mention that she should get her toys ready, Mukuro hopped off the table she perched herself on and grabbed the flaying knife she had been sitting by。

「Thank you so much, my prince~」 Mukuro coos lovingly as she walks by Ragna, gently caressing his face with her free hand, the affectionate gaze she held while looking at Ragna would shift to something more deadly when her gaze shifted over to the man in the chair。 It wasn't said out loud but with the look on Mukuro's face there was one thing loud and clear。

He was so fucked。

「We might have to relocate him, but。。。 I think that can wait until he passes out, I'd hate to try and move him while he's still awake。」 Mukuro states, using the knife to cut along the seam of his shirt, 「after all, I'll need easier access to his back,」 she could try and use her tools now, but it would be sloppy。 Her words caused the man to pale even more and a hurried string of "no"s and "wait"s would leave his lips, however those words would fall on deaf ears as Mukuro ignored him。

Once that shirt was cut enough to the point where she could tear it off of him the rest of way, Mukuro tossed the sweat-drenched article to the side and then didn't get any kind of warning before angling the flaying knife in her hand and beginning to cut into the skin on his shoulder, right where the edge of his back tattoo started and caused a loud cry of pain and anguish from the man tied to the chair。

"Oh?" He opened his eyes up wide, "If you want to make him change his view on life, then I'll let you decide who gets to give him the talk." Meaning: Did she want to see him rip out the eyeball with one hand, or if she preferred to take the pleasant, more... tool assisted approach with her own.

With her approaching then and showing him affection, any normal person would question their sanity as to how they could be behaving as if they were on a normal date, when they were in the middle of carrying out torture.

"...Buuut, yeah, you're right." With immediate disdain, he went back to addressing the situation, mainly because of him, "He's about to pass out from pain soon. I'll move him myself then." He commented further as he saw Mukuro start to reveal the proper area, "...Or at least I damn hope so, because I think I might just feel bad if he truly proves he can take much more of this, such a damn waste." He then took a step back, giving his lover space unless she needed to ask him for anything, plus remaining quiet, 'FUUUUCK!' The victim yelled, barely as the knife dug in and started doing the proper work. He wanted to let her enjoy those screams as much as possible too, so up close.

Once the peak of pain from having their first broken finger started to settle in, 'Kill me please kill me just put one right between my eyes PLEASE- AHHH!' And Ragna would slam down on the broken mess of a finger again to make him stop talking.

"Shut up, goddamn... You had guts for what you did and you want the easy way out, confirms you are not brave, just downright stupid." He knew exactly the type and this confirmed it, which actually made his annoyance surface as well.

He proceeded to then pick and raise the victim's ring finger with his own index and middle, "You want to scream like a dying animal, then." When he spoke those words, they began shaking his head, 'whispering 'No no no... No...!' Begging and shivering...

CRACK!

'AGHH!! FUUUCK!!!'

Ragna, as if turning a key, twisted the ring finger ninety degrees in one go.

"Have a good reason to, since it's all you seem to know how to do best aside from not knowing what not to do."

Mukuro's eyes would move around their victim, watching at the absolute fear, regret, and despair reflected in his eyes, Mukuro watched at how the finger of the perpetrator was broken and bent。 The sound of his pleading and sniveling was music to the heiress' ears。

「You should know begging at this point is quite the waste of breath, I would use this time to start apologizing rather than begging for death。」 Apologies weren't going to do anything of course, but it would just add onto her entertainment, but that would at least be a bit more an effective use of the man's yelling。

「I'm honestly quite surprised he's still conscious, I don't think I've seen anyone stay awake after two broken fingers。 And with the amount of screaming and crying he's doing, I figure he'd be out of air soon。」 Mukuro says after the next bout of screaming dies down, but the smile on her lips remained, taking note of the fingers that Ragna broke first, she figured Ragna had a plan for the more useful digits, and she was quite excited to see what he had planned。

When Ragna looked back at her, Mukuro blew a kiss towards him, 「I love the show, my darling~ I can't wait to see what's next~」

"...That said, you're right, should be apologizing while still alive. If he was not stupid, him being able to hold on like this... I'm sure he would have had a better life here. It's a shame sound mind and healthy body sometimes can't co-exist..." Trailing off, he sighed, "Hmm..." Then as he brough his thumb and index to his chin? The simple act of his future wife blowing a kiss to him made him smile widely, as if it filled him with energy.

"Anyway...!" His thoughts accelerated now, "I think he can take one more." He always had a good idea of how much someone could hold, "Considering it has only been the more sensitive, not as used fingers, and we didn't... You know, give him a new outlook on life," Meaning take an eye, "Put him on a better walk of it," Meaning to leave him unable to walk, "Or anything of the sort... I think he'll be lucky to enjoy your fun afterwards." Patting his shoulder, the victim shook his head, seemingly having no tears left to shed.

'!!!' Swiftly, he had grasped his middle finger then, "You might want to get your toys ready to play with him." CRACK! 'AAAAHH!!' There went the tip of his finger, bent horizontally, then the next section, bent in the opposite direction away a minute after, then when he got to the base...

'FUCK FUCK FUCK NO!! STOP!!!' ...Ragna begun twisting it in place like some knob, turning it ninety degrees.

"Alright alright..." Trailing off, as if they just had agreed on something as simple -- akin to cooking a meal or the like -- he nodded as he would stand at the side of their soon to be victim, placing a hand on one of his shoulders.

"I wish I could say this was a prize, but..." Then sighing, pretending to be sorry for him rather convincingly, "...It seems the princess wants to grant me the honor of working in tandem with her." Pause, his grip tightening on his shoulder, steadily... "So if you are lucky, I hope that..." An audible pop was heard as he jumped in place, the bone in the area getting slightly moved from it's place, "...You start passing out from pain sooner rather than later." And right on cue, already doing what was done better with blunt tools, only with his hands; all for her enjoyment.

With their arm in displacement now, letting them 'savour' the pain of a near broken bone, a fine line between excruciating pain and potential relief...

SLAM! 'YAAAGH!'

Before that settled in, the white haired man slammed down his fist on his left pinky finger, an audible crush, followed by the yell of pain after ripped through the room, the man starting to rock violently on his seat that could not realistically move more than minimal inches in place.

Mukuro had cleared a spot on the table she was leaning against so she could sit and comfortably watch the show that was about to be put on before her。 However, Mukuro's gaze wouldn't settle on Ragna much, sure she'd look at him occasionally, giving him a look that was mixed with both admiration and lust, but Mukuro mainly kept her eyes locked onto their victim of the evening。 Watching with sheer amusement as he was sweating bullets and frantically looking around at anything and everything but Mukuro and his words coming out a jumbled mess of incoherent sounds。

When the audible pop sounded out throughout the room, the smile on Mukuro's lips twitched into a larger smile。

「It would be in your best interest to pass out soon, although that would put quite a damper on my enjoyment~」 Mukuro's voice rang out as another yell from the traitor rang out, the smile on her lips still bright on her lips as she watched Ragna。

If Ragna were to look back at Mukuro he'd see that she was thoroughly amused and even give a little applause to the show that was being put on in front of her。

Once the peak of pain from having their first broken finger started to settle in, 'Kill me please kill me just put one right between my eyes PLEASE- AHHH!' And Ragna would slam down on the broken mess of a finger again to make him stop talking.

"Shut up, goddamn... You had guts for what you did and you want the easy way out, confirms you are not brave, just downright stupid." He knew exactly the type and this confirmed it, which actually made his annoyance surface as well.

He proceeded to then pick and raise the victim's ring finger with his own index and middle, "You want to scream like a dying animal, then." When he spoke those words, they began shaking his head, 'whispering 'No no no... No...!' Begging and shivering...

CRACK!

'AGHH!! FUUUCK!!!'

Ragna, as if turning a key, twisted the ring finger ninety degrees in one go.

"Have a good reason to, since it's all you seem to know how to do best aside from not knowing what not to do."

"One step at a time, then." Nodding, still handling this as if it was a completely normal conversation, the chair the actual unluckiest victim the planet was sitting on? Was outright managing to shake from the amount of shivering currently being experienced. Knowing what would happen was one thing, but not how, what or when would always be true fear inducing factors.

Slowly having to let go of his partner, he dug into one of his pockets and drew what seemed to be a coin, albeit slightly larger in size then any of the known ones, starting to toy with it, running it across his fingers to show his dexterity.

"So..." Stepping closer to him first, ensuring their eyes were tracking that coin, "Want me to break them? Or would you like to get any yourself?" It's then he clutched his 'toy' in his palm, "That... And would you like them cut?" Then began applying more pressure in his closed fist, "...Or want to see me tear them by hand again from the root?" Smiling so warmly, clearly seeking to maximize his lover's enjoyment in this situation.

What followed was him opening his palm, showing how he had effortlessly crushed that thicker coin to them, to what only earned him literal cries of mercy; cries of a lesser punishment. As a result, Ragna turned to them.

"...You should save your breath." Very gently taking his left pinky finger, which made them absolutely unnerved, then started pushing it back and upwards, dangerously getting to that point one shouldn't push harder... "Because soon enough, your throat is gonna kill itself from the screams." Further push... Then let go.

Mukuro would also give a small nod, her eyes drinking in the delicious sight of the absolute cocktail of dread, hopelessness, and fear that was displayed on their victim before them。 Mukuro still couldn't really believe someone would have the balls to try and steal from them, Mukuro was known to keep an absolute keen eye on the monies coming in and out of the family, and if anyone would state that they needed some extra money for something, Mukuro was ready to help them。 She was just as compassionate as she was ruthless, so it made no sense why someone would try and pull such a stunt like this。

Oh well, this would be used as a perfect example of what happens when someone tries to go against the family。

Mukuro's gaze would slide away from the cowering man before them and over to Ragna as he released his hold on her and walk forward。

As Ragna would walk forward, Mukuro would take a few steps back towards the table that held all her favorite tools of the trade when it came to flaying。

「I'll let you take charge of the breaking, I want to help remove his tattoo for him~」 Mukuro says with a smile spreading on her lips as she turns and leans against the edge of the table, getting herself comfortable to watch the show that would be displayed before her。

「You know I'd be more than happy watching whatever you have in mind, my darling~」

"Alright alright..." Trailing off, as if they just had agreed on something as simple -- akin to cooking a meal or the like -- he nodded as he would stand at the side of their soon to be victim, placing a hand on one of his shoulders.

"I wish I could say this was a prize, but..." Then sighing, pretending to be sorry for him rather convincingly, "...It seems the princess wants to grant me the honor of working in tandem with her." Pause, his grip tightening on his shoulder, steadily... "So if you are lucky, I hope that..." An audible pop was heard as he jumped in place, the bone in the area getting slightly moved from it's place, "...You start passing out from pain sooner rather than later." And right on cue, already doing what was done better with blunt tools, only with his hands; all for her enjoyment.

With their arm in displacement now, letting them 'savour' the pain of a near broken bone, a fine line between excruciating pain and potential relief...

SLAM! 'YAAAGH!'

Before that settled in, the white haired man slammed down his fist on his left pinky finger, an audible crush, followed by the yell of pain after ripped through the room, the man starting to rock violently on his seat that could not realistically move more than minimal inches in place.