Steampunk Grim Reaper

There is a delicious sense of something diabolical in the making here, that particular way the Lady looks at her nails and the official clock for life's grand game, while she clutches her sickle so readily in hand. Something tells me that the Ravishing reaper just might be planning on going rogue -- perhaps blotching out a ledger or two that have not yet been officially added to the rolls.