The Satanic Queen

Oh, of course she was. Lucas didn't expect her to be honest, now, and to admit that perhaps she had given away a little too much with his initial questioning. Whatever. The devil walked slowly as she indicated for him to approach, taking up wine he could no longer taste and sipping at it, imagining the flavours it might set to dancing on his tongue. "Intelligence, problem solving, the retrieval and delivery of items, the execution of ne'er do wells... your wish, blah, blah, blah..." As for what he wanted, that brought a fanged smile to his face. "Free rein of the Hollowed Grounds and the Greatwood would be a nice start. And I wouldn't say no to a night with you either." LUCAS making work for idle hands