Deal With The Devil

The demon listened, his interest immediately doubled as she mentioned a few of his favourite things: Theft, priceless items, and manipulation. Arioch's grin spread ever farther, his lips peeling apart like a snake's might. "What sort of gentleman would I be to leave a lady in such a predicament? If it's a toy you want, then it's a toy you shall have." He all but purred. Although he couldn't extend an arm to her, as one might imagine a gentleman to do, he did sweep one wing elegantly away from his flank and extended it before him, offering the path ahead to her. "Where might we find this acquaintance?" As his excitement grew, the outline of his body began to waver and grow less opaque, as if he was becoming a ghost. "Have you much experience with the fine art of item extraction?" He was not one to make assumptions, and certainly women possessed a myriad of traits that made stealing things incredibly easy. They could distract, woe, court or intimidate with just a look. His tactics were much the same, albeit he had to work a bit harder than a beautiful mare would. ARIOCH THERE'S A FEELING I GET, WHEN I LOOK TO THE WEST, AND MY SPIRIT IS CRYING FOR LEAVING. IN MY THOUGHTS I HAVE SEEN RINGS OF SMOKE THROUGH THE TREES, AND THE VOICES OF THOSE WHO STANDING LOOKING.

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