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Tattoos Facilier had only been there a week and already he was beginning to lose his mind. Of all the people to watch over him in his afterlife, it just had to be Hades, the Lord of the Dead and the Underworld. Hades was driving him crazy. And he hadn't even made a deal with him to send Facilier back home yet. Facilier took his coat and shirt off, getting overheated. Hades blinked. "Your skin... What are those lines and colors marring it?" He grabbed the Shadow Man's arm, peering intently at his skin. "It's a tattoo, bud." The human frowned, trying to shrug the Lord of the Dead off. "A tattoo? What is that?" He only tightened his grip, passing his fingers along the tattoo. "You get one by having a professional use a needle to press ink into your skin tons of times to create an image." "Your dermis was punctured repeatedly by a sharp utensil to make that? Do humans receive those as punishments?" "No, it's art! I wanted it."