Lost Temple, late afternoon

Scythe was walking back to the main temple, her clothes covered in blood and sand, she felt sticky and gross not exactly something she was fond of, you would think that after all those years previously being a wrangler she would be used to this.

She sighed, de-summoning her gear, walking into the church without much thought, just excited to take a shower and a clean set of clothes, but she wasn’t looking forward to scrubbing the blood stains out of the white pristine fabric.

“Dammit… gosh I always forget how messy killin’ other ‘phernals is, not that I go for the cleanest chops…”

She murmured, taking off the now, blood stained clothes and putting them over the bathtub, leaving the room and putting on a tank top and sweatpants, letting out a sigh as she laid down on her bed, slipping off her prosthetic arm and eye.