[h3]Zerul City, the Drunken Dove[/h3]
The sisters’ eyes widened in surprise when Morgan told them that the Fixer had brandished his war pick against them, with Rose even going as far as to straighten her hunched form slightly in astonishment, only for them to calm down and listen with a greater degree of composure as Ixion pointed out that the weapon had not actually been used against them, and proceeded to give a much more modest and, to the demonspawn, more realistic recount of what their opponent had done. When Ixion finished describing the extent of the Fixer’s efforts against them, the sisters looked at each other, then back at Ixion.
“That makes sense, at least from what we’ve heard,” Violet nodded her head, smiling somewhat uncomfortably. “Mind you, we’ve never actually even [I]seen[/I] the Fixer ourselves, so we can only go by what we’ve been told by the few survivors have. That said, the deo’iel alone has enough people that have fought him to see a pattern: the Fixer appears to be rather adept at estimating how much of a threat an opponent is to him, and seems to impose limits on himself to put himself on about the same level. Don’t feel too bad that he only used one hand against you; from what we’ve heard, there have been occassions where he didn’t use his hands at all.”
“We don’t know how dangerous he really is because of that, too,” Rose pointed out grimly. “Though we do know that he is insanely strong, at least. One of the deo’iel he’s fought was Lord Nightmare of the sixth circle – our strongest agent – and though Nightmare won, he’s said that he could tell the Fixer was still holding back... that they were evenly matched.” She let out a snort of laughter. “They turned a small town into rubble fighting each other; that’s the kind of power you [I]could[/I] have faced.”
“We’re not sure if surprising him is unusual,” Violet resumed, “but it can’t be a bad thing. We know that the Fixer craves challenging opponents – that’s the reason he gave most survivors for letting them live – and that he prefers not to kill anyone he feels could be ‘a fun playmate’ in the future.”

Violet sighed, grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down. “That brings me to why we wanted to talk to you, though: the Fixer doesn’t spare witnesses. It might be in a few days, several months, or even years and decades into the future, but eventually he will decide to fight you again, and the second time he fights an opponent, it is always to the death. With a few deo’iel, he murdered them when they retired... so I’m guessing he’ll kill you once you stop improving yourselves.
Now, technically we aren’t allowed to hunt the Fixer, even if we want to, since according to our rules he isn’t a monster. In other words, the deo’iel can’t protect you from him. We are, however, allowed to defend ourselves and our brethren when we’re attacked. Do you understand?”
“We’re formally inviting you to become deo’iel,” Rose elaborated, “so that once the bastard comes for you, you’ll have the deo’iel backing you up. No matter how strong he is, he can’t handle all of us.”