The Reaper appeared, shadows bringing themselves together and rising into a spiritual cloak, from which out of the sleeves his skeletal hands came from, as out from the lowermost portion which seemed to meld into the blood-like floor rose a scythe that he grabbed with the skeletal hand. From his hood, only two orange lights would be seen, in the shape of eyes. He looked around, displeased; not with the area itself(he'd seen far, far worse in his days, and in fact some planets he'd seen NATURALLY evolved as blood-worlds, or at least he thought he could remember a few anyways), but by that only two of his rounds were there. He materialized from the shadows a clipboard, seeing three names under 'CRUOR' at this time. He pointed at one of them, asking,"Both of ye damned spirits of the dead there, I hath three to collect from this place. Where is the third who hath died upon this day?"
He ignored the Phoenix, unknowing that she might be capable of seeing him.