Always another fascinating trick with this one, it seemed -- always a new twist, a new surprise, something clever and different with a pleasant edge of the insidious. By whatever gods ruled the dark, he wondered if he'd ever get over just how deliciously
different and
dangerous she was. His eyes sparkled dimly as he nodded his agreement.
"Dinner, the best room money can buy in Jadenshine," Mephisto, without even looking, caught two small bags of coins tossed to him by one of the troupe. "And whatever that...
device was, I'll cover replacing it as well."
The sheer fact she still had the needs of mortals to such an extent both confounded and intrigued him. Just what
was this woman -- demon-in-flesh, as he was, or mortal-born ascending, as he thus suspected? It seemed the latter, but he couldn't help but wonder... maybe old Faustus
had experimented on another in addition to himself, with false memories implanted and...
Conjecture. It would get him nowhere, in truth. That, and they had business to take care of yet.
Their hands together, the old devil reached out with his mind, ushering words unspoken into the mind of Juviel Lestrine -- that he had heard her, that her entreaties would be answered. That
retribution would be hers.
That he, and another born from 'the hellfires of her hate', as he put it in an inspired flourish, would shortly appear before her. The world around Mephistopheles blurred and distorted as the very fabric of reality, wailing at its violation, was briefly torn open to accommodate the two demons. For just a second, a blink in eternity, he felt his existence
stretched over an impossible distance, a vertigo awareness of being in two many places at once and none entirely -- like being a phantom of himself, a whisper on winds that ran beneath and
behind the framework of the world. Everything was impossibly dark, darker than the void, darker than death, then unbearably bright and almost painfully intense before becoming dark once more... this time the darkness between sleep and wakefulness, or something akin to it. It was the experience of
not existing, then suddenly coming into being once more.
And then suddenly, there they were...
Juviel Lestrine wasn't the kind of person whom one would take for having an interest in magic and the occult. Her home, in which Belle and Mephisto found themselves, was simple and spartan in its ethos -- one room with bedroll, bucket and wash basin, wooden crates in which most of her belongings were kept and wall pegs on which her clothing hung, another set up like a miniature forge with all the tools of her trade... but it was the third room in which they found themselves, and her. This room bore a different aesthetic, one that spoke clearly of dark practices and darker intents. The floor was freshly laid wood into which had been etched thin trenches in the shape of a magic circle, scrawled with runic texts and into the hollows of which had been poured what appeared to be animal blood. A dozen red candles, placed equidistant from one another, lit everything in flickering light and shadow. The walls were hung with talismans including, curiously, the head of an especially large goat hung between two rough-spun looking banners covered in bloody hand prints. Even the ceiling was ornate, in an unsettling way, an iron emblem of a skull with four horns inlaid into the otherwise simple woodwork. There were no windows and the only door, which was shut, was barred and bore three sets of locks and a chain. Clearly,
someone had been very
very busy.
In contrast to these ceremonial elements, the woman herself was
very much what they'd been expecting. She still wore her blacksmith's apron and still had the soot from a day working her master's forge on her face and well-muscled forearms. Her eyes, a deep cobalt blue, mixed shock and elation with terror at the sight of her sudden visitors, and she scrambled to her feet from where she'd been kneeling moments before and more or less
fell against the door.
"You... you're
here! You're
actually here!"
A moment passed in silence before she added. "But how can you...
you are...??"
"Mephistopheles, yes." Mephisto reassured, holding a finger to his lips. "Our little secret, if you please. And," He gestured towards the demoness. "If you don't mind, I brought a...
friend."