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The witch’s words replayed in his head again and again as he watched her drum those long nailed fingers on the table. Lin didn’t often play stupid, but it was a bit insecure when it came to admitting his own incompetence. He really was terrible at his job.
”Alright, Katherine, so let’s assume I’m not fond of this world ending, and neither are you.” An ally. Interesting. New, certainly. Lin didn’t have many friends but he liked to keep it that way. The less emotional connections, the better. He paused before giving a more set answer. “But where does that leave us?”
What could he possibly offer? What would she ask of him? Lin could certainly do a variety of things to stop the end of the world from happening, if he put his mind to it - but at the cost of his own existence if he was caught. If. Katherine was a smart witch, certainly talented and rather powerful at times. If needed, she could very easily incapacitate him. But she could also do this to other demons.
Lin leaned back and grinned at this realization, running a hand through his gelled hair. An ally. A very useful ally. Someone that could save his skin if needed. He really liked the sound of that. It made saving the world so much more doable.
He leaned forward suddenly, snatching the cup of tea she’d only just drank from off the table, and taking a delicate sip. Without looking up from the cup, he gave his answer.
”I like the way things are now. I like fast cars and easy women - and men. I like shitty pop music and even shittier food. I like the ease at which chaos moves - so there’s your answer.” He said with definite confidence. Lin set the cup back down, suddenly deciding he hated black tea. “I’m not keen on Judgement Day, especially at the chance of Heaven’s winning the war.”
Lin looked up at her, skepticism crossing his face. “But I must ask who else you’re approaching about this endeavor.”
“Well that’s an interesting question isn’t it?”
With an almost indifferent expression she picked up her cup of tea once more, from where he had set it down. Inside she was fuming a little, next time she was going to put something decidedly not demon friendly inside. Something that burned preferably. She was known as vindictive for a reason.
He was lucky she wanted him for their side, or she might very well have taken action right then, painful action. She knew incapacitating him wouldn’t be an overly arduous endeavor, especially not in her own house, but still in the interest of not alienating him just yet she let the affront slide, for the moment anyway. Though if he pushed her again she might have to at least give him a little something painful to remind him a witch was a dangerous enemy to have.
“If you really do want to stop the end game, something I’m sure downstairs won’t be too happy about, it makes us allies. Something I’m sure will come in handy for you should anyone down there found out you were even thinking about stopping it, which I’m sure you’ve already worked out.”
Her lip quirked up into another small smirk as she considered how best to answer his other question, without giving too much away. One didn’t trust a demon, even one temporarily allied, as far as they could throw them. Setting aside her cup once more, this time out of his reach, she leaned forward in her chair.
“What makes you think I’m the one doing most of the approaching? Maybe I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t squandering a potential ally in the name of personal vendettas, considering your past actions.” Her eyes seemed to spark, as her smirk became a rather dangerous smile, her nails resuming their silent tapping.
“Though I’m not working alone of course, even if I’m not the one recruiting for this little party. I’m sure you can work out some of the names for yourself, being a smart demon and all.” Now she was getting a bit patronizing, but she had managed to remain polite this long, or her version of polite, thinly veiled insults aside.
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June 14th, 2009
There was little the demon did these days. The occasional deal was made, the occasional soul collected, but times in general had slowed down. He enjoyed this, sometimes but… it was disconcerting.
There was something new in the air. There was something new for quite awhile now. A different feeling. And finally, that something new was revealed - and as it turns out, it was not new. It was old. So horribly old and so terrible, it even had him shudder at the thought of what this omen meant.
The End of Times.
Well, that had always been Hell’s end game, hadn’t it? But somehow… Lin had not considered it much. He did not like his world ending. He loved the fast cars, the nice suits, the good food and even better music. He was a creature of impeccable tastes that his homeland just could not satisfy.
Truthfully, he was quite terrible at his job. Collecting souls was something Lin did regularly, but actually helping implement and Apocalypse was a bit out of his comfort zone. And Lin made that horribly obvious at times.
It should not have surprised Lin that he could not hide the fact that he hated the Apocalypse. It should not have surprised him that soon many enemies he’d made along the way suddenly came knocking at his door for help. His ambiguity, his general nonchalance about the whole situation was now suddenly appealing.
But even if he had expected all of this, Katherine Piper’s appearance would have still been a surprise.
Actually, he’d been summoned to her witch’s den. Which was even more of a surprise. She’d wanted to speak to him. Considering how he’d left Hector, well, Lin did not expect this to go well.
Despite this, he sauntered into the room where she sat, back to him, facing a small coffee table. Snakeskin boots hit the wood floors deliberately announcing his presence. He stuck his hands in pinstripe pockets and sighed.
”Miss Piper. To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, with a strained smile, rounding the corner of the table to take a place opposite her. ”These are trying times yet you decide to invite me by… I find that rather curious.”
Long before the click of boots on her wooden floors announced his presence the Witch was aware of the demon’s presence nearby. It was her house after all, nothing entered, or even got near it, without her knowing. Despite the knowledge she did nothing, save take another sip of tea, as she waited for her guest to join her, not bothering to get up. They weren’t friends after all, closer to the opposite at the moment.
Still she was wary, of course, she would have to be an idiot not to be at least cautious. Demons were never creatures to be taken too lightly, since they weren’t exactly cuddly kittens.
But as the saying went, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, or in this case, the world ending is a tiny bit inconvenient so perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to discuss the situation.
Not that she didn’t have a few grievances to air with him, but well, a bit of torture rather paled in comparison to apocalypse. Wanting to at least give discourse a chance she had been kind enough to remove the nasty surprises that sometimes greeted unwanted visitors of the unnatural type in her home.
She could be rather inventive, and vindictive when she wished after all.
As the demon took the seat in front of her she set her cup aside, a smile, that was more akin to a smirk, crossing her face at his words.
“I would have thought my reasons for inviting you was rather obvious,” the witch said, the fingers of one delicate hand absently drumming on the table, too softly to create sound. “It’s always best to know in time such as these to know who can be counted among enemies, and who fits better under the title of temporary ally.”
“I mean only an oblivious idiot would have missed the signs, and I don’t think you’re oblivious,” her tone was calm and malice free for the moment despite the barbed comment. “So While I’m not particularly fond of you at the moment,” her tone sharpened slightly on the word, “I thought I’d at least do my due diligence of seeing which side you’re choosing, before I decided my course of action.”