Anor stares at Grim with a disgusted look on his face while the two sit across from each other at a large stone table, "You know I still don't believe you're the God of Death."
A large sadistic grin plays on Grim's face, showing off his razor-sharp teeth for the first time as he rests his left cheek against the palm of his hand, "OH, dear Anor, please tell me how I could gain your trust."
"The other gods, your relatives, who are they?" Anor's expression remains unchanged, expressing his distain for the man sitting opposite him, "Answer it well, and maybe I'll believe you."
"Alright, well, Eternity and Destruction, my parents are sealed away, my siblings are all destroyed, only able to live through vessels. The Forbidden God was sealed long ago and the Dark Gods are the same as the other Fallen Gods."
Grim then goes on a rant about his family and all the drama the Gods ever had.
"For Lord's sake, shut the fuck up." As Anor speaks these words Grim is taken aback. Why would Anor use the name of that being called God, Anor is a traitor to the heavens. This doesn't add up.
"Anor, why would you mention its name? Are you even serious about destroying it?"
As Grim interrogates Anor more, a spirit cat walks into the room and jumps up on the table, rubbing against Grim's hand.
"Oh, good morning Suna," Grim gently pets the cat, playing with its translucent teal fur. Grim then grabs Suna by his cheeks and squishes them, "Who's a good boy?"
Grim suddenly locks eyes with Anor, staring deep into his soul, "Anor, what is your opinion on Astra, your replacement and hunter?"
With these words, Anor completely breaks down, his head on the table, screaming and crying, clawing at his own skin as tears roll down his pitch-black skin. As Grim sees this, his question is clearly answered.