Shadow Mountain dig so deep for scars

”Of course! He confirmed the question with certainty that wasn’t his to take. “I’ve looked everywhere from Heaven to Hell, and both are pointing at each other; none take ownership of who touched you first, darling.” 

Coy as he was, his smile told it all. Tilting his own head like a true gentleman, the hushed voice fell from inky and stained lips. “My name is whatever you want it to be, Kelina.” Oh, what? Her name was Kelina?
Well of course it was. Scarecrow had heard of this beauty for years now, and he hadn’t wandered over by this mountains pass by accident, now had he? 
Oh no, no, he was entirely too smart for that. Or stupid. Stupid only because he had heard of what this woman was up to, what she had been doing, and naturally wanted to see if she was all myth and rumor, or as legendary as those corpses painted her to be.

”Allow me a taste of your sweet and terrible sins, dearie...” he asked with every possible level of hunger a starved and decrepit soul could release from the abyss of the damned.