Death and all her Friends (Mephisto/CLOSED)

[belle]

It was the kind of night when hunting small game just wasn't fun. When the little prey wasn't enough of a chase, a tease or a fulfilling catch. This was the kind of night where the game had to be fast, cunning and deadly. When hunting in a pack would be absolutely necessary. Heading towards the Black Sapphire, Belle would find what she was looking for, and her Girls would have their entertainment.

The bass of the Club rumbled though the harem of exceedingly beautiful women who had been turning heads front back and centre. The air of confidence around the, however, was enough to keep the men backed off. Or maybe it was the madness around them that made the difference? Neither cared, so long as they were left alone for now. It would be better for them, and everyone else that it stayed that way until they decided otherwise. Those doors loomed closer, and heading the pack, with Sweety close at her side, she smiled. No doubt this would be...interesting.

To either side of the white-haired she-devil, stood Feral to the left and Logan to the right, Kat was besides Feral, the air on confidence collided with the nervous and shy demeanour of the green-haired girl, though she remained just as much of a danger. She knew it to. Sweety's smile was the widest, beaming almost, sharpened teeth behind soft lips. A wolf in a sheep's clothing, if ever their was one.

The Girls knew about their host. How could one keep such a secret? Belle wanted her sisters in on his plan just as much. She'd never let them down, or kept them away from the things she would do, they were family, almost. Twisted, but loyal, of that there remained not an air of doubt. Belle knew he could already tell she was here, even before she had set foot inside the busy Club. Busier than last time. Plenty to keep her Girls entertained for the evening. Once inside, Feral turned to Belle. "So, the Devil, you say? I see plenty of demons and...fallen angels..." -A snide remark as the Meisters and weapons who had strayed from the Shinigami and his teachings- "...Yet no Devil. Sister Belle, I do believe your words yet...Perhaps he has lost interest in you?" Sweety, at her words, became upset and annoyed, pulling on Belles hand "That isn't true, is it? Why would he lose interest in Sis? That's never happened before, so it can't be true!" The smallest of The Girls seemed heavily disheartened, her eyes shining like crystals in the stobe lights.

"Men. Regardless, they loose interest in everything, that's how its always been." Logan, at this point, would much rather like the sound of cocking a gun to accentuate her words, but that wasn't the case. "Now, now Sisters, no need to be so hasty to jump to any conclusion here! He'll show up...right Belle?" Kat's voice prodded into the conversation. Belle was silent, but yet she smiled, looking around. " Oh, he's here. And he'll show himself, of that be sure. After that, feel free to indulge, my Sisters. Tonight, the world is ours."

OOC- Took me enough time, no? XDD

[mephisto]

"...Let me once again make myself abundantly clear, Mufaddal." Mephisto's voice was a gravel-grind of irritation and annoyance as he paced his office, a jet-black cell phone held up to one ear and a sheet of paper clutched in his free hand. The paper was a report of some kind written in Arabic, freshly plucked from a fax machine in the corner at the start of what was proving to be a very disappointing business call. There was a hiss of brimstone in the old devil's tone that made it abundantly clear that, if not heeded, someone was going to die. "Those crates are my property until they reach Damascus -- not yours, not your boss's, and most definitely not those half-wits who work for you. If anything, ANYTHING is missing or damaged -- one gun, one component, one soul -- I will see to it that someone is brought to account. And mark me, if that means that the MQM gets involved --"

"No no sayyed, we will do it. Your shipment will not be tampered with, I swear it on my honor!"

The old devil's frown deepened. "Mufaddal, you don't have any honor -- you're a thief and a smuggler, and you know trite concepts like that hold no weight with me. If you're going to swear by something, make it your soul... that way I'll know what to come collect if you make a mess of this." And with that cheery thought wedged firmly in Mufaddal's mind the old devil snapped shut the phone and tossed it onto his desk. With a weary sigh he ran his hand through long dark scarlet strands; keeping an active presence in the criminal underworld was bad enough when you were just trying to keep afloat, but building the kind of ties and resources it took to shake the world at its very foundations... now that stretched even his time-tempered patience occasionally. With barely a thought he reached over, plucked up a glass of cognac that had been sitting on the desk, and rapidly downed the liquor before slamming the glass back down hard enough that it actually shattered.

"A world full of dregs, curs, and idiots... it's a miracle I ever get anything done at all!"

Of course, when his gaze rose to look out the black-tinted windows that overlooked the bar and dance floor of the Black Sapphire and saw the vision of diabolical loveliness and her cadre making their way through the crowd, the glint of a smile lighted upon his features. Ah, that mysterious woman... the one true kindred spirit he'd found in over a thousand years on this cosmic ball of mud, water, and grass. The twins knew by now to simply usher her in whenever she decided to drop by... and, by the looks of it and the souls he'd sensed coming quite a while ago, she had friends with her tonight! His eyes took on an inquisitive aspect as he took in the sight of her companions, viewing their souls just as much as appearances. My my, but "Astarte" did know how to keep good company! " . . . Well, perhaps there's a few bright spots here and there." He mused with a grin, turning from the window to throw on his customary trench coat before departing the office.

"Time to do one of those things they always tell you not to do:"

"Mix business... and pleasure."

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M U S I C A L . S H I F T
Mephisto (Original Mix)
by David Smesh

From out of the shadows he came, seeming almost to materialize from the artificial smoke, strobing lights, and pulse-quick music of the dance floor, like a patron god manifesting within his temple. Those who knew enough gave him a slight nod of acknowledgement in passing; most, ignorant and kept so, took him for just part of the crowd -- the Black Sapphire was not, after all, a safe place to start taking note of faces and asking questions, as anyone who made it this far had been duly informed. Only those with his ear had that privilege, and only those who knew his name could even ask for it. In a place rife with the corrupt, the devious, and the fallen he walked through the shroud of techno and mist like a thing born from the shadow, a subtler and yet altogether colder shade of damnation than the crime bosses and fledgeling devils who wove business arrangements and schemed dark deeds from the side tables. For here was a man with his finger on the pulse of darkness... and that alone was a thing to fear and respect.

And then... there was her. His blood-ruby eyes found her icy blues across the room, his gaze carrying an unspoken glint of curiosity. There was no need for words or feats of telepathy to convey the message that passed between them, the coy flirtation of one who knows not whether tonight he shall play the hunter or the prey... yet is nonetheless willing to find out. For there was no one in the room like her, and by now everyone knew it.

The nameless mistress of the dark. The huntress of mens' souls. If he was damnation in its oldest form she was by far it's most seductive one, a demon of lust without peer or equal. 'What game shall we play tonight?' his eyes asked her; whatever her answer, he could guess that it would be enthralling and terrifying in ways that sent seldom-felt chills up his spine. Oh how he'd come to relish her visits...

... it was as if she was the only thing that could make him feel alive anymore. Ironic, then, that one day she'd kill him... but even that thought sent a thrill through his thoughts. It was, after all, now one of his deepest desires...

~Ladies, welcome.~ He spoke silently, thoughts echoing into each of their minds. As if to accentuate the unsaid words he dipped his head a bit in what amounted to a subtle bow of respect. Then his eyes were upon 'Astarte' again. ~Forgive the delay; business has been unusually tedious today. It seems that, as the days pass, I find myself more and more able to commiserate with your clearly low opinions of men -- most of them are abject morons and utterly incompetent.~ At this point his footsteps had brought him fairly close to the group of diabolical women; here he stopped, giving what was perhaps an overly formal bow at the waist to them before continuing, now in an audible voice. "So, what brings you here tonight, Astarte? And who are your charming associates... or are their names a secret as well?" There was a slight hint of a playful smirk added to that last comment.

[belle]

Oh how she remembered the voice of her Devil, echoing in her head, her eyes flickered towards him. The Girls had been fully informed of his ability, and although they turned to Belle initially, their eyes soon followed her. Where their gaze would be met with the scarlet-haired man. Feral and Logan seemed to change into an almost defensive stance about Belle, but it was second nature, and the eldest 'Sister' passed it off. A reflex from when the likes of the ladies had to be one of such paranoia and guarding.

Belle found herself delighted at the mere sight of Mephisto, a feeling that was utterly alien, but something wonderful. The games of cat and mouse she'd so fondly play for hours, she cherished as something of a luxury. There had been not one who had given her such a run for her luck, and The Girls knew the base of her thoughts. Knowing that Belle's taste in victims was rarely varied or niche, their interest in Mephisto ran lingering also. One rarely complimented a victim on anything other than physical commodities.

"So, what brings you here tonight, Astarte? And who are your charming associates... or are their names a secret as well?" The Succubus stepped up to the towering man; doing so gave her such a sense of power. One would have assumed privileged, with such a man as Mephisto. So many others feared his name, down to the core, but she found a strange and truly chilling pleasure in it's three twisted syllables.

The snowy haired Seductress held out to him the back of her hand, asking, with her eyes locked into his, to greet a woman as a true gentleman would. A sly smile played about her lips in the presence of the ancient demon. Most would not dare to make such subtle demands or contact, but both parties longed for the chase they both gave. "Their names have long been forgotten, my Devil. Logan, Feral, Sweety and Kat. I'll let you decide who is who." At Belles remark, Sweety giggled childishly, and the two veterans, Logan and Feral grinned in mild amusement, while Kat, true to nature, stayed well back in the comfort of her Sisters.

The chemistry between the Seducer and the Corrupter was a horrifically unstable one, but that's what made it such a delight. Belle drifted even closer to Mephisto, practically whispering to him; "I am here because our previous encounter, while a splendid experience, left me a little... unsatisfied. I'm in the mood for something more sophisticated, and I happen to have Sisters with who I share all my darkest delights..." ~And you are truly one of the darkest...~. Then she stepped back from him, quickly looking over to the four others. "I hope you don't mind." Sweety practically danced up to her Sister, holding her hand. "Of course we're not a problem! The Devil should enjoy company as dark as we. Or is Mephistopheles not as damned as us all..." Such words from an innocent looking girl would have been enough to throw most for a loop, as her eyes seemed alight, darting from Belle to her much taller companion.

Kat stepped in, clutching the shoulders of her youngest. "Now, now, sister. Remember your manners in company!" Then she looked up at Mephisto for all of two seconds, before 'loosing her nerve'. "Forgive her, my younger Sister has a mouth but seldom knows how to use it mannerly." Though Kats' timid and shy act could pass for completely genuine, to those who had lived and learnt, that was all it was. A damned good act. Below that timidity, there lay a monster. As did with Sweety, and in turn, Logan and Feral. Each of the beautiful women had a monster inside. It was just a matter of time before each found themselves a target, and the ball was set rolling.

[mephisto]

He wasted not a second; once her hand was offered he took it in his own and planted a chaste kiss upon the delicate demonic flesh, a gesture equal parts desire and submission, delight and dignity. For anyone else the ancient devil wouldn't have deigned stoop to such a token, being as it was almost excessively formal and with clear implications, but with her there was no hesitation. 'Astarte' was the crown of his dark and damnable universe and he now found that treating her as such felt almost as natural as breathing.

"Their names have long been forgotten, my Devil. Logan, Feral, Sweety and Kat. I'll let you decide who is who."

Mephisto smiled at this new little game she'd presented him with. Four sinister ladies, four names. Oh, he'd have a bit of fun unraveling this puzzle, though there was really no rush. 'Feral' and 'Sweety' were obviously descriptors, perhaps 'Kat' as well, so that left the real question, the linchpin of the riddle, squarely on 'Logan'. Interesting...

"I am here because our previous encounter, while a splendid experience, left me a little... unsatisfied. I'm in the mood for something more sophisticated, and I happen to have Sisters with who I share all my darkest delights..."

~And you are truly one of the darkest...~

"I hope you don't mind."

"Of course we're not a problem! The Devil should enjoy company as dark as we. Or is Mephistopheles not as damned as us all..."

"Now, now, sister. Remember your manners in company! Forgive her, my younger Sister has a mouth but seldom knows how to use it mannerly."

At this, the old devil cracked a wide grin, as though the girl had just told a clever joke. "Heh... Oh, but it seems you have altogether the wrong idea, my young friend. Manners? Hah."

He gestured around him with one hand, as though a tour guide of hell drawing the newcomers' attentions to their environs. The sweeping gesture encompassed only a quarter of the room, yet the sins it led the eye to were abundant; crime bosses plotting out a racketeering operation in a side booth, a table full of shifty characters playing poker over a plate of glowing blue souls, a slice of the dance floor where sensuous hookers of both genders courted potential clients, and a dark back corner where, if one looked closely, could be seen the form of something gnawing on an arm pulled off a bloodied corpse. Anyone who thought the Black Sapphire to be anything shy of a den of perdition must've been, beyond question, an idiot... but it was also so, so much more than that. ~Look around you, dear demonesses. This is not the world of humans, the world of prey, of societies with rules and standards to guide the ignorant masses in their worthless lives. That world, far above our heads, has no place here, in my underworld.~

~Manners? You've no need of those here. All guests may -- are in fact encouraged to -- shed the silly rules and constraints of the 'normal' world. This is a place of liberty for our kind. The only true rules down here are power and respect for power; those who have my respect can act as they please. Here, nothing is truly forbidden. All manner of dark delights can be yours without restraint... well,~ He shrugged, almost apologetically. ~I must ask you not to attack the other guests -- bad for business, you know -- but we have an entire area one floor down for those guests feeling a bit peckish... and in the mood for a hunt.~

~In any case, you needn't worry about offending me, least of all with a lack of manners.~ There was clearly an amused tone in the old devil's psychic words. He then spoke out loud. "Please, enjoy yourselves however you wish tonight. I think you'll find the Black Sapphire... most accommodating."

His explanation ended, the aged devil's gaze turned once more to the seductress herself. "And how, then, might I satisfy m'lady tonight? Name your desire, Astarte, and if it is within my power I'll grant it. Or will this, too, be a guessing game between us, hm?"

[belle]

"I...! S-Sorry, forgive me..."

Kat was caught off-guard by the towering Mephisto, and coyed away with soft embarrassment, a shy red surfacing on her cheeks in a blush. The woman of emerald hair said not a word after, as she looked around and realised that here was no place for her timed manners, or, indeed, her act. Sweety grinned at her sister. Here was a place where she could push her boundaries. A wicked smile cursed her lips and a fire of playful hunger in her glimmering eyes. A hunt was tempting...

The Girls all respectively had a similar look about them. A dulled down expression, at best. Like one who had searched for years and finally found them, forever on the run, in a place they may call home. Perfectly at ease within the tangle of the heat and the noise, and maybe something missing without it.

"...Impressive...or foolish, I can't decide. Something like this can hardly go unnoticed, I presume." Feral gazed around her with a certain amount of interest, but even so the general scepticism of her nature lead her to question how this hadn't been found out. It wasn't like there was much subtle about this place. The aura was roaring with villainous intend, murder and ecstasy rolled into one. The unmistakable presence of Madness. "My, my, Sister, you are being defensive tonight..." Logan chuckled. Spending so long with these women, you knew their habits. Logan read just a little hint of jealousy in Feral, even before The Devil had arrived, and the extent of their eldests' relationship with him, ever it be called that, was put into perspectives.

For Sweety, the Hunt was decided, for Kat, the role was on, for Logan, bets were to be made, for Feral, the defence went up, but for Belle, the black diamond among dark jewels, the game had just begun, as her eyes, strobe-ridden and sly, locked with lust with those of her Devils, and beheld him with some genuine attraction. "And how, then, might I satisfy m'lady tonight? Name your desire, Astarte, and if it is within my power I'll grant it. Or will this, too, be a guessing game between us, hm?" Unlike the first time they met, Mephisto would not feel any threads of luring, no words artificially pumped with ambrosia, or manufactured sweetness. Not from her, anyway. This time their 'dance' would be primal and base-level, her allure would be as pure as it could possibly come from such a monster as she.

She worn a grin, both beautiful and cunning. "Awww Mephisto, I thought you knew me? There is no fun in being forward with the things we desire. You know I love a chase, and that I'd have you hunt me to the ends of the earth if I wanted you to..." The Demoness drifted herself closer to the Crimson-eyed man, close enough to smell the cognac in his breath, and, to her, it was far from off putting. She wanted to taste it, but was not willing to pay for some herself. "What I want...need...is without a doubt in your power, and, if you play nice, I promise with all of my pitch black heart, that I won't hurt you..." -Her eyes tinted with spots of red, and her skin felt comfortably on fire, in a whisper she finished; "...much."

[mephisto]

(OOC: Sorry about the long delay on posting, love -- between being sick and drama at work it's been a pretty miserable week.)



Feral's comment caught Mephisto's ear, though he gave it no reply. True, keeping such a sanctum of iniquity secreted away from prying eyes was a continuous challenge... hiding his operation beneath such a busy and raucous city as New York, with its 8,000,000-odd souls, was decent camouflage against pesky interlopers and those with a novice's skill in Soul Perception...but against anything more than that, added measures were always needed. Sometimes it was blackmail, sometimes a hefty bribe, either of money... or other things. The handful of times Shibusen had come too close to snooping out the Black Sapphire or an important patron he'd been forced to take added measures, seldom pleasant. Deals with witches could get... messy.

The one thing that kept the Black Sapphire untouchable, above all else, was that a strong soul couldn't get within a mile of Mephisto without him knowing about it. That, and his network of informants, had kept him one step ahead... so far.

He put such dark thoughts from his mind as his devilish Astarte drifted closer, toying with him, teasing, taunting him so wonderfully. She was ambrosia, this demoness with the hidden name. He chuckled at her last whispered word. "And what if I want you to hurt me?" He knew this game, this back-and-forth of theirs; the rules were simple in that there effectively were none other than to follow her lead and watch for any cues she might drop. She had already given him a hint -- she wanted to be chased, pursued, to have his desire for her manifest in the act of seeking... but after what fashion would the game be played? "Please, Astarte, don't make me beg -- though I will if you really want me to. Just a single hint to start off our game tonight, hm?"

[belle]

Logan decided that hanging around would probably hinder her ability to really enjoy what was on offer to her here, despite the fact that Feral was getting a bit, well, feral. Her connection and relationship with Belle ran a lot deeper than the others; how they had met, what they had both been through together. Feral was clingy; that was obvious. Clingy, defensive, all those things, moreover when it came to Belle. Belle herself, however, knew but preferred not to notice. The oldest member of The Girls still had some growing up to do, and still had to learn that her own emotions would only get in the way of everything else. Feral needed to give space to Belle. Of all The Girls, Feral should know that, being witness to some of her more...creative exploits in the past.

The pink-haired and casual woman brushed back her hair with a stoke of her hand, grinning to herself. "Now, Sisters, if you don't mind, I think I might help myself to a drink. Mephisto, be warned, your stock is under close inspection tonight. If I'm not out of it by the end of the night, you might want to think about changing who you get your drinks from." And with the light-hearted jest at the Devil, Logan was gone, quite happily, to the bar. It was nice, for once, to be in a place like this and not feel like they had to bed someone before the night was out. Maybe, for once, they could have a night off. Kat followed her Sister closely, a little jumpy, she obviously found comfort with Logan. "S-sister! You can't be serious?!"

The smaller, more energetic edition had left under cover, somewhat curiously. Most likely to find someone to admit her into the lower floor. Sweety was always hungry, a trait that rather defined her as a character, it must be said. But she was a sneaky one, vanishing completely without anyone noticing. She'd be found eating an arm in the corner of the room before too long. Feral, however, stayed. It was clear something was on her mind, and before Belle could reply to Mephisto, she turned her head towards the dark-haired Sister, whose glare was particularly strong. It only took a few seconds before Feral almost growled a little to herself, maybe a flair of jealously, before she drifted off. It wouldn't be for too long. Feral would find her way back and make her disdain for the pair known a little more clearly.

Belle turned her attention, more rightfully back to the Devil. Their games were always amusing, in a twisted way. The back and forth between them was almost one of wits. One trying to out do the other until on broke under the pressure. It hadn't happen yet, but they were almost parallel in force ans resistance. Belle so badly wanted to see him crumble but she didn't know if it would be her would would be the one to loose it first.

"And what if I want you to hurt me? Please, Astarte, don't make me beg -- though I will if you really want me to. Just a single hint to start off our game tonight, hm?" His words amused her in the right ways, always reminding her of why she found it so hard to keep away from him and this place. She chuckled to herself, before she smiled, so very cunningly. "Now there is a thought...I wouldn't mind seeing you on your knees..." She turned away from him quickly, putting some distance in between them, once again emphasising on a chase. "Still, I don't like standing around here." She turned to him with a flame in her eye, moving back towards him more slowly than she had left. Scanning him with ice blue eyes, spinning with blood red. "Would you mind taking me somewhere, I don't know...'less crowded', maybe? It would make our conversations so much easier." Belle didn't tell him what he wanted, which, in itself, was just another method of her teasing him.

Of course, what she was really telling him, was if that if he wanted to know what she desired of him tonight, then he'd have to find a better place for them both. Standing in the middle of a crowd wasn't were she liked to do her job. Strangely enough though, it didn't feel like that. Despite knowing she didn't have to sink her claws into anyone, knowing that she could just forget about the opposite sex, she still made him chase her.

One would only have to ponder as to why.

[mephisto]

The elder devil gave a slight nod and a smile before gesturing the demonic lady towards the far corner of the room. Partially concealed behind the DJ booth and further shrouded by a nearby smoke machine, the door was almost indiscernible from the wall until one got close to it; a slight indent was all the hint of the switch which opened it on this side; leading the way, Mephisto opened the hidden entrance with just a subtle brush of his hands and the wall parted, sliding aside for them like an obedient servant.

The hallway on the other side was not immediately lit; only as the door closed behind them both did elegant faux candles flicker to life as electricity flowed through them. The hall was simple but refined in its design, curving up into a rounded staircase at the far end. Here the heavy beats of the dance floor were quieted to a mere whisper, one that became yet fainter as Mephisto led his patron goddess up the stairs and into his office. Again, the sense of simple refinement prevailed in the room; there was nothing particularly gauche, gaudy, or overbearing in its design or decorum, consisting chiefly of a central wooden desk (with a subtle hint of Italian flair to its design) with a laptop and some paperwork laid out on top, a handful of lantern-shaped lights hanging along the side walls, a vast black-tinted wall of one-way glass looking out over the club's main floor, a large glass-faced liquor cabinet displaying exotic bottles and stout stalwarts of choice selection, and a fax machine shoved unlovingly off into a dark corner. There were other doors leading from this office, seemingly marked by color: the one they'd entered through was smoke gray and modern in design; another towards the back was a deep blood red and bore traces of a gothic flair; not far from the red was a steel door of navy blue, while the final door, jet black, was distinct for having both a bolt and chain lock, large ones at that.

The remnants of the glass Mephisto had shattered earlier still lay on the desk, dimly catching the light that filtered in from the dance floor. Seeming just then to take notice, the scarlet-eyed devil casually swept them into a garbage can with his hand before turning to his dark beauty. "Pardon the mess; I got a bit... frustrated earlier. Humans can be so annoying at times, hm? In any event..." He drew close to "Astarte", a curious and altogether devious look in his eyes. "Is this private enough, or would you prefer a more... intimate setting for our discussion?"

[belle]

It seemed that there were no end to hidden places and concealed rooms about this place, though she truly expected no less. Looking over her shoulder to make sure all of her Girls were to themselves and entertained, she followed the Devil into whatever hiding place he would lead her. The quieter, more personal, space was relaxing for her, more calm. Out there, among the music and toxins and people, was an altogether different kind of business. When business of any likeness involved Mephisto, she altogether liked to remove that spike completely. He was still a man, but he was not totally useless to her. For that reason alone he demanded and retained the respect he deserved.

Entering the office-like room, Belle cast a gaze about it's premise. Familiarizing with what was where, just in case. Smoothing off the edges that grew when being presented with a new area came to light. However, the room was simple, yet refined, allowing even less noise to intrude, despite the glass over-look. Now that...that she liked. She was fond, in certain occasions, of looking down upon people. Mephisto seemed caught up with something as the demoness approached the glass-panel. Something about the view was almost pretty, being detached from that world was refreshing. Only to be pulled back from a trance-like state by the scarlet haired man. Some parts of his scheming seemed to get under his skin. She only chuckled to herself quietly.

"Is this private enough, or would you prefer a more... intimate setting for our discussion?" - Belle turned around from the Glass, looking at him with eyes of dancing red and blue. She smiled to herself, before turning back. The Succubus took a calming breath, arcing her neck and back up, the flaring red over came the blue. For the first time Mephisto would see the true colours of his demonic 'companion'. The greyish skin, talon-like nails, elvish ears and a set of pointed, pulled back horns. Despite her quick discomfort, Belle kept the composer; being like this, in the long run, was a lot less taxing. "No, this suits just fine." She met him half way, closing their distance, replying with a softer, more quiet tone, ruby eyes held the same demeanour his did. '~For now...~' A pause lingered, and a very specific tension hung on it. Belle turned her gaze away, and moved towards the cabinet of drinks; the tension snapped and was removed.

The movement was just like her; taunt and tease but altogether deny. Her hand ran along the casing, and she beheld it with casual eyes. Curse her, and all her wickedness. "I don't suppose a drink would be too far amiss?" -Belle was altogether ignoring the undoing of her human form, tapping hard nails against the glass - "Though, I must commend you, once again, my Devil. Elegant set up. I needed a place like this...My job can get ever so tiresome, after all..." Belle sighed slightly. Leaning herself against the wall, she smiled her usual smile, as her eyes caught Mephisto's. There was a subtlety in everything she did.