Lowered head as the girl left and his portal opened behind him. Slinking back through, the beast turned around, taking in the carnage that he caused to this lofty getaway. Greeds blank eyes, thankfully, were staring at the floor and not at him when he looked. No he didn't feel proud at this. Taking the head in his teeth, the portal opened again, stopping at the long stairwell down to the crusted magma floor.
*~I have here Greed. His head I present to you, Apocalypse; to lock and key down in Pandoras Box to prevent any more malice of these feeling to affect the world.~*
Proper, formal. But his manner of walk as he put it on a dial in the stones told the invisible force what it needed to know, had it not known already.
"You blanked. Primal is not something to fear. It will happen in ones....."
*~I was told I chased Pestilence because I like her......... She fears me now more she then when I took her life........~*
".....Hate is not something you must fret over. You are her partner. Even if the case were that you were to happen like this again, your teeth would never connect with her skin. A trait I instilled upon each riders reincarnation, so had the minds that they were hated the minds of the others, their powers- unless offered- would not effect another..." the bodiless voice bubbled from the red magma, the heat boiling off the tarry skin again and again in waves as the beast sat there in its main center. "You are close to this rider, you can have feelings; I dont object to you partaking in each of the sins, you are all my chosen you are free to do as you will.... Always with reserve and always come back to me. Thank you for the head of Greed, Death; Please, stay your worry. I will talk with Pestilence."
A slight push to the beasts mind and he left back up the stairs, no portals this time as he returned to his darkened cave. Alone and no dogs at his side, the Rider of Death merely kept his nose in the shaft of light, watching the souls he collected and new ones arrived here to the gate way.
To Moka though, the bodiless voice could feel her good vibes; her dancing patrons giving her the safety she needed for now, but he gave her a little bit of a summoning pull- to follow when she felt finished in her club. No urgency in this, just a talk.