A possibility within the List_of_Sin
"You know what is really cool right now? Death and suffering. Let's cause some."
"I have friends in low places. If I were a necromancer you would be pretty fucked."
"Tell me more about how you wish I would die and rot in hell."
"Ropes? Gags? Come on, this is sex, not childs play time."
"Love is just a very slow, very agonizing way of torturing someone to damnation."
"Watch that poor fool struggle. It is so amazing to think of how worthless their hope is."
"I don't want to die, I love being alive. I get to experience the death of so many others this way."
"If you are going to tease me about ending me, at least make it believeibly depressing."
"If you think I look good now, wait until I have made you plead for your life."
"You really want to learn about me? Are you sure? Well, it is your funeral anyways. I'm Trish, I'm a girl, and I guess you could call me a goth. But don't think I am into brooding, depression, sticking it to the man or what not. I am cheerful, enthusiastic even. I am just enthusiastic about death, suddering, desperation, sadnes, anything to do with people experiencing the worst that life throws at us. It is so wonderful to see people run away from the inevitable. They run, then death comes and wisks them off their feet, and into the earth. Death comes in many forms, and here in this place, this Nexus, it takes a form so cruel and so wonderful it makes me jealous I am not death's heir."
"Oh yes, I know what vore is. Predators and prey in a controlled environment, prey having grim reapers surrounding them. I love to just sit and watch, see some poor fool taken away from the world, swallowed, scraped, enjoyed. Predators take them away and use their death to fuel the body. It is a wonderful process, all to its bitter end. The euphoria of taking lives and then carelessly pushing them out of you as filth is the ultimate pleasure. For me at least. I partake in my own fair share of life drinking. Feeling Prey struggle, squirm, or even just accept. When they accept the embrace that takes them, that is the most delicious thing I can taste on my tongue. No matter what they do though, it is always a rear exit."
"It is not to say I entirely, directly participate. I like to watch, observe, and I do wonder if these dangerous predators will let me look up close. I want to have one with me, listen to a predator digest a life away, all while servicing them. Then I can enjoy their death directly. Just the thought makes me shiver, getting to see predators finish their business as the grim reaper for someone. Though I can see a predator trying to grab me and destroy me after as well. That is fine, really, I am not a hypocrite. Even if I am taken by my own grim reaper, I'll just bask in my own suffering and death. Oddly though, death seems merciful on some, as they come back from their graves, as if their bodys mangled state was meaningless. You may think me against the idea, but no. I love the idea of death letting go, just to make the grip tighter on the same person again. Someone coming back to life may be seen as a good thing. But what they don't see is the second, third, fourth, or after death that takes them. And in the end, it must be suffering to have to die, over and over again."