[@Kitsune]
[b]Cristo Corporate Building
23th (Top) Floor
South of Arcana City[/b]


Cristo stood from his desk to acknowledge the Demon's presence.  He stifled a shudder as the air cooled without warning.  He recalled setting the temperature to a warming 80 Fahrenheit, but it seemed that not a single invention of mankind could remedy the effect of demonic activity.  He buttoned his blazer and poured a glass of brandy for his sinister visitor.  He silently cursed as his hands shook, not out of fear, but by the accursed chill.  He feared the liquid could actually freeze before he handed it to her.  

He quickly observed a mirror to the left, recognizing his own reflection, and being curiously surprised that it even showed the Demon's.  For a moment he thought that beings of pure evil did not have reflections, that such earth-bound objects like mirrors only reflected the appearances of those with souls.  Like humans.  It unnerved him to think that they could easily disguise themselves, that his own species were so transparent and predictable.  Her human form was a mockery of his race.

"Judging by a sudden urge to utterly destroy my competitors," Cristo began as his crossed his arms against the cold.  "I'd say you're the Demon of Greed.  Not that I'm complaining, but did the Prince of Darkness decide only send one of you?  I was hoping all seven could assist me in my plans.  I suppose Greed would have to do.  Perhaps it would be the greatest sinful ally to anyone running for President."  He pointed to a large sign behind the visitor.  

CRISTO 201--


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[@Fabricant451]
[b]Golden Dawn Residences, Arcana City[/b]


Anita barely felt the impact, but she did struggle to regain her composure.  It occurred to her that everything felt numb.  She wasn't sure now if she was really standing, if her own two feet and legs were even supporting her.  None of that seemed to matter now, so long as the blonde bitch was trapped with her.  Any concern for her own well being was thrown out for uncontrollable rage.  Wrath was a vice of hers, one that she conveniently disguised as righteous activism.  It was no different from the anger she used to motivate her followers.  Men were pigs, and any female traitors that sympathized with him were also among the swine.  They were to be slaughtered and their heads stacked on pikes.  

Rapists and scum they were.  

[i]Kill them all.[/i]

Anita grinned at this idea.  Violence was nothing new to her.  She recalled the several instances where she got away with physically harming her opposition.  Pepper spray and knives were her favorite as they were easily concealed.  She even used her own hands to grab at a man's shirt, just so she could get a reaction and make herself look like a victim.  

[i]KILL.[/i]

"Yes," she hissed, licking her lips at the near-nude form of the blonde bitch.  

[i]But torture first...[/i]

"You don't need a penis to make someone suffer," Anita told her as her voice inexplicably dropped a few tones.  Her sudden burst of laughter was sickening, even to her own ears.  As if someone else was obnoxiously reacting to a stupid joke.  She did not know how, but her left hand gripped a small kitchen knife.  The next threat wasn't one of her own, but it came out of her mouth.   "I'm gonna jab this in between your pretty little legs, you whore!"  

With speed that she could never muster in her years of neglecting her body's fitness needs, Anita charged at the blondie and prepared make good on her promise.  If her victim did not react in time, it would make for a morbidly bizarre insertion.