Che Sei Nei Cieli [Open]

"I know many things." Safrin replied with a mysterious wink. In truth she'd merely plucked the word from the young man's mind, but already the picture of his world was becoming more and more clear the longer she sat before him. Though he projected a particularly biased interpretation via his many thoughts and experiences back on earth, still the deity could form a fairly accurate representation. For her needs anyways.   Slinking one around around his chest to rest upon the opposite shoulder, Safrin leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Now why would you want to return, dear one? When you have so much potential here?" Her fingers danced their way back across his collar bones and she pulled back to resume gently massaging his muscles. Her hands would feel both warm and cold, a mixture which would delight and relax him further as the goddess smiled secretly behind him. "How you talk." She chimed brightly basking in his accent, her white smile revealing teeth which were now slightly pointed. What would she have from him? Why everything of course. But the rewards would be worth it. "We can speak of opera houses and theatres later...for now perhaps you might just speak of me, if I cross your mind?" And she would be crossing his mind, of that she was certain. "Perhaps this might help?" Before the artist's eyes a pendant would appear. It was a stone perhaps like onyx, but sparkling with colours that seemed to disappear if looked at too long. Indeed if one were to stare they'd find themselves lost in a sea of cosmic movement that could be quite dizzying. At the centre was the etching of an eye in a faded opalescent hue. Would he accept? Surely it would be rude to refuse a gift from a divine benefactor. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted