Luck had this beautiful habit of randomly scribbling all over the place to decide one's outcome on...pretty much everything. Depending on how much she liked a person, or how their karma looked in the Fate Books, their picture will either be something incredible or really lousy.

Or just really weird as hell, because she just scribbled all over the place at random.

Death really doesn't understand this system, but he leaves her alone about it. The Lady loved her bizarre works of art for the mortals that she watched over, and strangely enough, every one of her scribbles connected and intertwined, forming a complex and bigger picture.

Death wasn't much of an artistic person, but...if he tilted his head to the side and squinted, he was certain that – somehow – Luck created an accurate blueprint about the secrets of the universe, and the story about how everything was created with Chaos and Order, Chance and Planning, joined together in balance and harmony.

With scribbles.

It made him smile quietly, because it reminded him about their relationship. And, well...

"Those are some beautiful scribbles, my dear." He complimented his Lady.

"Thank you!" She beamed, tip toeing to kiss him on the nose.

She was a talented artist, even though not every critic (mortal) appreciated her random drawings.


Kaitou Kid laughed heartily, monocle gleaming in the moonlight. "Ah, but remember? I'm an artist, and you're just a critic, meitantei."

Conan scowled.

Someday, he'll learn to respect the magician thief's so-called 'art'. At the moment, he just wanted to dart the irritating bastard.

Unseen and unheard, Death ruefully laughed at his Champion.