16048/The Bad Daughters' Club

The Bad Daughters' Club
Date of Scene:	10 February 2024
Location:	The Forgotten Closet - Salem CEnter
Synopsis:	Satana falls in lust as Rachel proves her power.
Cast of Characters:	Satana, Raven

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Satana has posed:<br\>It was a typical lazy afternoon in this part of Westchester. The witch trials were 330 years ago, give or take (and, naturally, about 330km away because New York isn't Massachusetts...which leads to the questioning of why this is even relevant at all), and because of this a shop like the Forgotten Closet could exist unmolested by puritanical purveyors of magic oppression.<br\><br\>But not by bored demon princesses.<br\><br\>Satana has her imp, Harvey, park her Bugatti Royale in front of the shop, ignoring parking regulations, keeping the 12-cylinder engine chugging to maximize the carbon footprint, and slithers into the shop, looking like exactly the kind of person a) the shop gets most of its money from, and b) the shop's owner secretly despises for being pretenders of the subtle arts.<br\><br\>She's dressed in her favourite outfit when going out and about: deep purple catsuit with so many patches of bare flesh visible that she seems perennially only a single jiggle away from a catastrophic wardrobe malfunction, the cut away portions cunningly designed to attract the eyes to the assets most wish to see, but can't. Her forearms and calves are clad in white fur that looks like goat, and around her waist is a metal link belt with a demon skull buckle. Well, it looks like a demon skull anyway; it's probably made of resin. (Right? RIGHT!?) She's otherwise bespangled with jewelry from dangling, jangling earrings and armbands positively festooned with mystical symbols, not to mention the charm bracelet, in silver, around her left wrist with assorted magical charms dangling from it. There's also the choke collar with spikes standing out as not quite fitting the accessory theme, but the heavy gold necklace with an upside-down pentacle pendant nestled very firmly between the deep valleys of her chest is definitely on-point.<br\><br\>"Oh, what a lovely quaint shop!" she exclaims on entering and passing a glance over this. "I'm sure to find what I'm looking for here!"

Raven has posed:<br\> Some princesses had million dollar hypercars, minons working to wait on them hand and foot, all of that fun. Others? They had an father coming trying to take over a universe, pushing at their mind to push her to unleash darkness and an apocolypse every single day. It's the sort of thing that seemed to decrease one's mood quite often. <br\><br\> Looking far less glamourous, the pale young woman with purple hair was wrapped in her hoodie, her leggings, skirt and boots...she looked like a classic goth girl and almost certainly the sort one might expect to be a customer in a place like this...even if she paused in the doorway at the sight of Satana. <br\><br\> She didn't expect anyone to be here it seems.

Satana has posed:<br\>The proprieter's very artificial professional smile as she is about to greet Satana with professional reserve warms a bit as Rachel enters. As much as the too-wealthy, cosplaying 'cougar' set is her bed and butter, there's something about that set that just grates on her nerves; the goth crowd is far more personable, even if they typically don't have a lot of cash.<br\><br\>"Good afternoon ..." Short pause as Rachel enters. "... ladies," she says. "Welcome to the Forgotten Closet, home for all your mystical and spiritual needs.<br\><br\>She pauses a bit for effect. "How may I serve your spiritual needs?"<br\><br\>Satana murmurs under her breath, just barely able to reach Rachel's ears and certainly not likely to reach the proprietor's, "I have other needs you could fill too..."<br\><br\>She then turns her head to regard Rachel and winks with the eye that's turned away from the proprietor before turning to look back at the woman.<br\><br\>"Well, I'm here for the usual things. Any scrolls with Names..." She manages to pronounce the capital. "...would be appreciated, of course. I'm always in the market for that kind of information to round out my grimoire of Naming." That one too. "Other than that, the usual thing."<br\><br\>She begins to tick things off on her fingers as she lists, "Scales of Tiamat. Seed of Apollyon--I can usually get that from the source, but ... ugh." She shudders in ways seemingly designed to attract the eye in an unsavoury way. "Claw of Abraxas. Hair of Ahriman. You know, the basics."<br\><br\>The woman has just listed some of the most potent magical ingredients available, around which entire quests have been built. Someone has read an encyclopedia of magic without understanding it. The proprietor's disdain becomes almost visible<br\><br\>"And naturally if I can find a Codex Gigas or the Book of Soyga, I'm willing to pay top dollar." By which she likely means 'hardcover at Amazon' prices. "Other than that, I'm feeling really close to nature these days, but can you imagine, it is actually **illegal** to walk around au naturel!" The irritation in her voice sounds legit. "So I would like to see something in a nature-worshipper line of clothing. Something that tells someone looking at me that I'm really into nature."<br\><br\>Beat.<br\><br\>"But do let the young lady go first. I'll just rummage through the shelves. It's SUCH a fascinating place!"

Raven has posed:<br\> It didn't take -that- much mystical ability to be able to sense which things were the usual 'wiccan trinkets' of crystals, herbs and otherwise, compared to other 'real' stuff. Some things could be potent if used right, some things might already start that way. Still, Rachel knew what she needed courtesy of the list saved on her phone. Hands tucked into her pocket, that murmer? Well, one probably didn't need to be an empath to sense the comment's undertones. <br\><br\> Scrolls with names? Scales of a chaos god, seed of war entities... Rachel just blinks after a moment before attention is shifted to her and Raven just shakes her head, hands coming out from her pockets to cross her arms under her bust. <br\><br\> "I'm fine, I think I can find things on my own." <br\><br\> It was better than explaining she had to find the ingredients for a spell to 'retract' the permission allowing vampires to enter titan tower. <br\><br\> Having Dracula turn up in your room will do that.

Satana has posed:<br\>Oh lord. The underdressed (physically) yet somehow overdressed (symbolically) woman is one of those.<br\><br\>An extravert.<br\><br\>Satana practically swoops over to Raven, taking her by the arm (WITHOUT asking consent!), exclaiming, "What fun! Let's find things together!"<br\><br\>Oh, that mystical ability previously mentioned? The charms. The bangles. The pendant firmly wedged between the upper assets of the woman. Even the belt buckle. These are all positively **radiating** magicks. Strong ones. Familiar ones, at some level. A different flavour of something Rachel is all too familiar with...<br\><br\>"I see you recognized the names..." Satana says in a low voice. In the Infernal tongue. "It's always a good test of who is real and who is fake."<br\><br\>Then, more loudly, she says, in English again, "Shall we look at the crystals? Not the ones hanging in the window, the ones in that cabinet over there." She gestures to said cabinet while her eyes blink vapidly. "I'm sure we'll find items of great power there!"<br\><br\>Somehow she manages to say this without laughing.<br\><br\>"Or we should maybe paw through the ceremonial tools. I would kill my top three lovers for a properly blooded kris!"

Raven has posed:<br\> Extravert was pretty much the antithesis of what Raven was. She certainly didn't really let most people close, she didn't really like most people touching her and she tended to be fairly cautious with her own expressions of emotion when they could literally be weaponized thanks to her heritage. <br\><br\> So when Satana and her many accessories of dark magic steps near and pulls her in she's about to turn around and tell her to back off...but the infernal? That stops her dead for a second. <br\><br\> An agent of her father? This would be one heck of a new approach for him if it was, but the Goth girl who probably looked like plenty of 'try hard occultists' and happened to be a walking end-times waiting to happen just sort of...blinked. <br\><br\> "Who the hells are you?" <br\><br\> An apt question in more ways than one, but at least Raven managed to ask it soft enough that it wouldn't be picked up on by the likely bewildered shopkeeper.

Satana has posed:<br\>"Satana Hellstrom, of the Boston Hellstroms," Satana says quietly (and unhelpfully), adding with a slight grin, "Daughter of Marduk." Quite the grandiloquent name her father has. "Come, let's look at the crystals while we talk so the owner doesn't get suspicious. You gave me quite the surprise when you stepped in. Did my father send you?"<br\><br\>Father. Send **Rachel**. That's a rich one!<br\><br\>"Oh, look at the pretty amethyst!" Satana suddenly crows as she drags Raven along to the crystals display, keeping closer physically than most would with a stranger, as if personal space wasn't a concept she was famililiar with.<br\><br\>Or she was and just didn't care.<br\><br\>"You can feel its aura even from here!" she adds, putting her hand before the case. "Amethysts are good for protection against emotional vampires and psychic attacks!" she says with the incorrect confidence of a techbrodude talking about ... well ... anything. "But look here!" she adds excitedly, pointing to a sizable chunk of bloodstone. "**That** one opens your third eye for scrying!"<br\><br\>She says this out loud in her ditz persona, with strong confidence and literaly 100% incorrect. The powers she cites are inverted: amethyst is for scrying with the third eye; bloodstone is protection against psychic and emotional atteck...<br\><br\>The proprietor's eye twitches and she almost seems ready to speak, but instead moves back to her position by the cash register, deciding to leave the loud poser and the younger one to their own devices. If she says anything she may botch a sale, and that's ... not how you keep a business alive.<br\><br\>With the proprietor moving away, Satana goes back to her low voice, and in Infernal once more.<br\><br\>"You don't feel like one of my father's, but you do smell of sulhpur, metaphorically speaking. I'm going to assume this is happenstance. Whom may I later relate do I have the honour of addressing?"

Raven has posed:<br\> The irony of that question was not lost on Raven, but at least the introduction made it less likely that Satana was here for her. After all, Raven might be a little out of touch with the hierachy of hell, but her father was more like a ruler in exile than the sort to be brokering inter-house deals. Any protection his name offered her probably only came from the fact those who knew of her knew she could let him out of his prison at any time. <br\><br\> The crystals? Third eyes? Raven actually raised an eyebrow at that given the small gem that was decorating her forehead, concealed only by the most basic of glamour spells for 'normal' eyes. <br\><br\> "I wasn't sent by any demon," she speaks up finally, her own voice low and her own infernal perhaps less practiced than Satana's own. "My name is Raven...and I'm just here to get things together for a spell." <br\><br\> Well, if they were here...and authentic.

Satana has posed:<br\>"Well, if I can be of any assitance, I'm eager to help," Satana says, getting even closer in her 'personal space, what's that?' sort of way. Her eyes bore into Raven's and the girl can feel something probing the boundaries of her will; nothing overtly antagonistic, but definitely a testing. And a powerful one. Behind this frivolous facade lurks a Power with a capital P.<br\><br\>"So tell me, Raven, what kind of spell you're trying to make. I'm accounted quite good at magicks."<br\><br\>The pressure is suggesting--not demanding...quite--that she speak.

Raven has posed:<br\> Suggestion, a push, the mental nudging nudging or brushing might find something rather interesting in itself, if Satana could note such things. Whatever the 'walls' might be, there was a 'corner' that was beyond what most would even imagine. A veritable impenetrable vault room in the house. <br\><br\> Even so, despite the little 'shiver' that rolled from that touch, Raven's hands came to rest crossed at the pockets of her hoodie, ever the posture of the reserved, nervous fidget or anti-social. <br\><br\> Was it the pressure, or merely the fact that Satana truly radiated more magic than almost certainly anything in this store might? Either way, the 'goth' girl shrugged her shoulders. "A warding, just a heavier one than most."

Satana has posed:<br\>Satana nods approvingly. "Good. You have solid defences and have them up. Interesting technique, that. Like castling in chess. I'll have to think about that."<br\><br\>All spoken in Infernal to take prying ears out of the loop.<br\><br\>"What are you warding against? Summoning, demonology, and wards are, after all, virtually my speciality. I might have better ingredients available than..." A dismissive wave gestures in the direction of the shop's wares. "...this pabulum. For example you might want bloodwort, but I can get you Hellwort, far more potent and broader in its targets."<br\><br\>Her teeth bare. It's almost a smile. But mostly a predator's grin.<br\><br\>"Of course there would be a price, but with that scent of sulphur about you, I'm sure you already know that."

Raven has posed:<br\> Was the poor shop keeper listening in? Keeping their distance or perhaps returning to their own daydreams and dreary chores? It didn't really matter, because listening in wasn't going to get them anywhere with the infernal tongue, aside from potentially a few nightmares if the utterances rattled around in their head. <br\><br\> Raven herself, she turned her gaze over the store. The spell she'd been recommended by Dresden (and studied herself) had called for components specifically, she even had the list written down in her pocket, but what demon witch didn't know the value of high quality ingredients. <br\><br\> Or the hazard of that offer... <br\><br\> "I do, though you should know my particular brand of sulphur isn't normally the 'deal' type before you name a price..."

Satana has posed:<br\>"Well, then," Satana says with an actual smile, "it sounds like we have much to talk about. I have a very good apothecary in my home and one that's almost as good in my home in this plane." Leaking a few hints now. "We can talk about your needs and work out the prices. Anything you lack after that you can easily pick up in a hedge witch haunt like this. But I promise you that you won't find better quality ingredients anywhere."<br\><br\>Her eyes turn pure black with little pinpricks of flame where the pupils would be. "And naturally there's always ... diversions ... in my home. I'm accounted a good hostess..."<br\><br\>The vibes are definite now: a Power.<br\><br\>"Would you be interested?"

Raven has posed:<br\> Rachel moves, seemingly expecting Satana will follow her, given she seems to have gained the attentions of the other half-demon royalty. What she -could- purchase? She would. Sometimes it was best to minimise costs. <br\><br\> Of course, it was also a good idea not to skimp when trying to ward off the king of vampires? <br\><br\> Those black eyes might be eerie, might unnerve most... but Rachel? Well, she'd seen her own, or Trigon's before. <br\><br\> "I could be tempted," she offers, an unfortunate choice of words perhaps? "But I make no promises."

Satana has posed:<br\>"Well, I can portal from here or from outside. How frightened do you wish the mortal to be?" Satana glances over at the clerk/owner who is desperately trying to not look like she's listening in, but from the confusion on her face obviously is. "If we portal from here she will likely faint and have hysterics. If we portal from outside, out of the way, there will be less of a fuss."<br\><br\>Satana's motivations, until now opaque, start to become clearer. She likes to sow chaos. That covers some of her behaviour at least.

Raven has posed:<br\> Was Rachel above being spooky for the sake of spooky, more than once she'd freaked out plenty a villain (and bystander) by the sheer nature of her abilities, buuuut... <br\><br\> "I might need to come here again," Raven speaks, before finally switching back to english as she approaches the counter with the more 'basic' ingredients and then offering her card. "Just these, and can you put them in a bag for me?" she speaks, tone her classic deadpan even with the request before ooling back to Satana. To stop a vampire, she was now going to hell...and it wasn't even her father's domain. <br\><br\> Truly the life of Rachel Roth was a strange one.

Satana has posed:<br\>After the purchase, Satana, taking Rachel by the arm and practically molding her self to the Titan's side, guides the younger woman out the door and down the street a bit. She signals her driver, the strangely short and misshapen one whose face can't be seen for the enormous collar and forge cap wrapped around from neck on up, who starts the vintage car and drives off. Instead Satana takes Rachel down the alley nearest the shop and...<br\><br\>With a circle formed of her finger drawing in mid-air, a large circle of glowing baleful red with greasy black smoke framing it opens in the air. From it emanates heat, the ruddy light, and the screams of the damned.<br\><br\>"Come along Raven. We step in, turn around, step out and we'll be at our destination."<br\><br\>And sure enough she steps in with Raven, snaps her fingers, turning around and the portal now opens into an opulently-appointed living room in a very old-style east coast mansion. Another step and the heat and screaming ceases behind her, the portal gone.<br\><br\>"Welcome to my home, Raven. Would you care for drinks? Entertainments?"<br\><br\>With the former she gestures to the huge, well-stocked bar. With the latter she gestures to the bondage rack, whip rack, the silk ropes, leather straps, and other such accoutrements.<br\><br\>"For the latter, I can bring up one of the trainees for you to practice on," she adds casually as if offering depravity came naturally to her.

Raven has posed:<br\> Very classical, very hellscape...uncomfortably familier even if it was a different brand. Still, she'd expected something a little more 'Dante's inferno' and a little less 'old money', though the offerings on display? The first one had her waving a hand dismissively and the second? Well, it actual brought a double-take and a much unwanted flush to her pale complexion before she cleared her throat. "So...the components for the spell?"

Satana has posed:<br\>The flush is noted with intense amusement.<br\><br\>"Oh, I'm sorry. I should probably have introduced myself better," she says with an absolutely insincere tone of sympathy. "I am, yes, Satana Hellstrom. Daughter of Marduk Kurios. Who styles himself Satan."<br\><br\>She rolls her eyes. "Pretentious much? I mean I adore my father; he's treated me well, but always wants me to help him in his plans. Where's the fun in that?"<br\><br\>She gestures to a door under the large, lush staircase going up to the second floor, starting to head that way.<br\><br\>"But anyway," she continues as she opens the door, adding quickly, "My laboratories are down here so the neighbours won't be annoyed by the smells." She then continues the narrative. "This is why I live in Boston. I like to joke that Hell annexed Boston and has incorporated it into the Realm, but of course we'd never do that. Boston would make Hell far less pleasant if it were a part."

Raven has posed:<br\> Pretentious...okay, kinda, but could the daughter of Trigon really say the destroyer was any better. "Demon parents have a habbit of making plans for us, rather than with us...some take refusal better than others," Raven comments, though her own patriach remains unnamed for the time being as her gaze turns uperwards. Towards the promise of the lab. <br\><br\> "Hell isn't exactly hard to find, from what I've seen it tends to come looking for people. And it's probably easier to get out of than Boston for some of its residents." Was that a joke? Hard to say, and even if it was it might still rest on the side of truth. "I suppose I should say, if your plan is an ambush, or starting some apoclypse or something...it's going to ruin a first impression."

Satana has posed:<br\>"Oh, I'm not that kind of Hell Lord, darling Raven," Satana purrs. "I was trained as a succubus. I'm a lover, not a fighter."<br\><br\>And now the offered entertainments likely make more sense.<br\><br\>Opening the door under the grand staircase, she reveals a rather more pedestrian, concrete-walled stairwell going down.<br\><br\>"The labs are down here," she says as the stairwell lights up from some source not readily visible. Unless, naturally, one has magical sense in which case it's obvious there's a permanent light spell in effect.<br\><br\>"If you happen to see any Lego minifigs wandering around, please don't step on them. They're part of a gift of a favoured lover of mine; a darling Japanese fox. But they have the annoying knack of escaping their table. It takes a lot of work getting a damned soul into each one, so I prefer not to waste them."<br\><br\>That troubling image now firmly planted she goes down the stairs. "I quite enjoy the solitude of living here. I mean if I'd wanted to really impress you I'd have taken you to my throne room, but then Father..." You can *hear* her roll her eyes. "...would want to know why you're there, who your father is, and would likely try to recruit you for his schemes. SO embarrassing!"<br\><br\>She unlocks a door and reveals a large room set up as a bunch of small terrariums and greenhouses with a glowing light in the middle of the room acting as the 'sun'.<br\><br\>"See if you can find what you need here. Over there are the repulsive slimy creatures, positioned for easy access since I like them so much. Over there are the insects and other arthropodes ... don't stick your finger inside; some of the centipedes in particular are very aggressive, especially the ones that blow Hellfire. Plants and fungi are along the back and the right side."<br\><br\>She steps aside and lets Rachel take in the room. "Once you've figured out what you'd like, we can talk about price."<br\><br\>Something wicked lights her eyes. Literally.<br\><br\>"Given the blush upstairs, I'd say some of the payment options would be quite a lot of fun for both of us..."

Raven has posed:<br\>"Trained? -Trained- as a succubus?" Raven begins, seemingly in utter disbelief for a moment even though it seemed to make exact sense given what she'd seen, or what demons could be like. Given how she'd blushed? It was a safe bet that Raven's own training and youth was considerably different. Especially given the straight up blink and stare that comes from the mentioning of damned souls crammed into lego off-hand. That was a new one...although did have her wondering if she'd accidently gone home with a supervillain. <br\><br\> "Maybe," mention of her father brings a shrug from the once more self-concious hands in pockets. She still looked more like a standard 'goth girl' rather than the demonic heir she was...though into the room she walks through, inspecting what she might find. <br\><br\> But it wasn't her hands that would reach for the insects, instead a sweeping aura of blackness swept out from her shadow and left the critter hoisted into the air, turning over in a strange photo-negative aura. <br\><br\> The promise of fun? It has the aura faltering for a moment before Raven clears her throat and finally looks back over her shoulder. "You might find that more dangerous than you think...my powers can be...unstable if I lose focus."

Satana has posed:<br\>"I live for danger, my dearest," Satana says, practically slithering up behind Raven as the latter inspects insects. "Otherwise life would be very boring. I recently had a very refreshing little fight with Cytorrak's Get. He won because I was unprepared. The pain was delicious. To my disappointment it was cut short by unconsciousness."<br\><br\>She leans forward, pressing against Rachel, to look at her face from the side. Should Rachel look she'd see an artfully puzzled expression on her face. "You didn't think 'cubi were a species did you? We change our forms at will, we in the realms my father and I hail from." Beat. "The Inferno," she adds helpfully before continuing. "I could look like a full-on pit fiend, if I chose. Or one of the blood worms that slither through the veins of the tormented to bring such exquisite, eternal agony. It's a question of predilection and training. I've always had a predilection for... sensual pleasures."<br\><br\>She illustrates this, possibly subconsciously, by so lightly running her fingers up and down Raven's upper arm and shoulder that it barely registers as contact until the sensation builds up over time.<br\><br\>"So I got trained in adopting pleasing forms, committing pleasing sensual acts, and otherwise being a 'cubus. Inc- or Suc-cubus. It depends on my ... ah ... partner's proclivities."<br\><br\>Her face reduces the distance to Raven's neck. "Which do you prefer, out of curiosity?" she murmurs, letting her hot breath spill on Raven as she speaks. "Incubus or succubus. My inner nature is feminine, but I can adopt any form to please..."

Raven has posed:<br\> Raven was indeed gathering resources, inspecting the spell components she was gathering for the ward that would almost certainly be potent enough to keep the lord of vampires from venturing into the tower again. She had her list, she had quite a few options, but she didn't have a price known. At least not yet... <br\><br\> The topic shift to the 'Cubi' brings a shrug of her shoulders, perhaps a distraction from the hand sliding up her arm felt even through the fabric. "I don't have much day-to-day interaction with Inccubi or Succubi. I imagine visiting the dreams and bed of the daughter of Trigon would be great for their wellbeing." <br\><br\> Which did she prefer? Raven didn't really comment, though there's a little not-so-well-disguised breath exhaled as that warmth washes over the back of her neck. After all, noone said demons were completely immune from other demons talents or charms.

Satana has posed:<br\>"Trigon...?" There's a hint of satisfaction in Satana's voice, swept away by a more musing tone. "That's a name one doesn't hear very often. A wild card. Sower of chaos and destruction." Satana purses her lips and thinks a moment. "Not my style. Destruction means reduction in things to do for fun. A bit of chaos is fun; grants opportunities for mischief and entertainment. Destruction...? That's for oafs like Mephisto."<br\><br\>The tone goes more serious, and Satana's wiles are reduced (albeit not eliminated). The soft pressure on Raven's back reduces. The light stroking stops. The face withdraws a hint, reducing that breath sliding into the cowl and over her neck.<br\><br\>"I gather that you support your father's plans as much as I support mine?"<br\><br\>There's a short pause before the inevitable happens.<br\><br\>"What if I'm invited into the dreams or bed of the daughter of Trigon? Is that better for wellbeing?"<br\><br\>There's a light chuckle in Rachel's ear. "I know, I'm incorrigible. Many have told me so."

Raven has posed:<br\> She'd slipped, shared her father's name. That much would have had Raven blushing in embarassment if she hadn't already been flushed for other reasons entirely. A little shift, the reduction was seemingly a small mercy as she turns her gaze to meet Satana's, her hands still clasping the items she'd selected and was in the midst of placing into the satchel she'd brought to the store. <br\><br\> "The world isn't a burning, screaming hellscape just yet...so what do you think?" Raven offers in her usual deadpan, before the next question and torment earns a little exhaled slow breath and a gesture to the bag. <br\><br\> "Alright, what do you want for these 'ingredients'?"

Satana has posed:<br\>Satana's eyes literally light up as her face broadens into a grin half-mischief, half-malice, and half-light humour. (She's not good at math, apparently.)<br\><br\>"After all the talk about we 'cubi and you ask what the price tag is?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, suppressing a giggle. Badly. "And they call *me* a temptress," she says with feigned-protest.<br\><br\>Her face goes serious, then.<br\><br\>"For most people, it would be something sensual, but ... from someone in the demon father club, a fellow traveller, so to speak, I think we can do better.<br\><br\>She taps her mouth with a fingernail as she thinks, before suggesting, "One greater Name or a dozen minor Names I don't already know?"

Raven has posed:<br\> "Just because I don't side with my father or lurk in hell," Raven lists, turning around to face Satana properly now. "Doesn't mean I don't know the power of names, greater or minor. And you're hardly hurting for servants here..." <br\><br\> Of course, in a crueller side she could have simply thrown the names of some of the worst criminals she'd caught, souls who'd almost certainly be headed for the pit anyway...but she -was- a heroine, she was a Titan. Demonic dealings like this were more the purview of a certain british warlock. <br\><br\> A breath, she exhales slowly. Frustration, the lingering effects of Satana's aura or merely her displeasure at being on a hellplane? <br\><br\> "I assume 'money' isn't something you're happy to settle for?"

Satana has posed:<br\>"Darling, I don't use Names for servitude. If I used all the Names I've accumulated over the years for servants, I'd need a mansion a thousand times larger. And I'd need about a hundred of me to keep up enough demands to warrant that many servants."<br\><br\>A vague gesture up the general direction of the stairs they'd descended. "My library is full of Names, carefully encoded so that theft is worthless." Not to mention wards that would fry almost any mortal mage. She won't mention that, though. "I use Names for self-defence. When Powers try to attack me, a Name does wonders for bringing them to heel."<br\><br\>She tilts her head. "So there's that. Perhaps, though, you'd prefer the sensual payment?"<br\><br\>And again that triple-half-grin.

Raven has posed:<br\> Great. <br\><br\> Sell someone else, or sell herself. Both weren't exactly high on the ethical totem pole, regardless of Satana's own charms and whatever effect they might have. <br\><br\> Still, negotiation was negotiation, right? Raven might be in Satana's house, but she wasn't completely beholden to her whims to get what she wanted. It was...just more likely to work if she did make use of these. <br\><br\> "A drink, a kiss..." Raven lists off, folding her arms under her civvie-clad bust. "It's not like a few spell components are any great cost to you..."

Satana has posed:<br\>Satana laughs now with genuine humour. "Oh, you are so precious. I thought I had you sufficiently off-balance to give me the Name of a greater Power. But of course you're right. It's a few components, none of them particularly rare, just annoying to gather.<br\><br\>She tilts her head and regards Raven with interest. "A kiss might not be enough. Unless it's a spectacularly good one. One that leaves me breathless and fanning myself. Do you think you can do that?"

Raven has posed:<br\> A little twitch but...well, there was a challenge and Raven considers for a moment. Off-balance? Well... <br\><br\> Raven steps forwards, her purple-glossed lips pulling to a smile. "I might surpise you. One kiss, and our price is paid..." <br\><br\> She looks expectantly at the other devil's daughter, awaiting the agreement and fully aware of the power words held here.

Satana has posed:<br\>"One single kiss ... that leaves me breathless and fanning myself. Metaphorically speaking in the last two. I don't have to be literally fanning my face or whatnot. Just a kiss that in some way moves me." Satana pauses and thinks, a slow smile creeping over her face. "Emotionally, of course, not physically. A kiss where you push me is not what I'm talking about."<br\><br\>Opening her arms wide, she adds, "I'm all yours." Salacious wink time. "Any part of me. Is yours for the taking."

Raven has posed:<br\> One single kiss, breathtaking, moving... <br\><br\> Raven leans forwards, hands not moving from where they were resting, she seemed like she just intended an innocent peck on the cheek...<br\><br\> Then darkness spilled from the room, drowned out by darkness that engulfed the pair and broken only by a deep red glow of what seemed to be Raven's eyes. <br\><br\> Where lips had met cheek was unremarkable, but the air itself chilled and seemed to have been literally consumed by the shadows...the same shadows that seized Satana and squeezed like the most over-zelous embrace all over her body. <br\><br\> One could easily be breathless, if there was nothing to breathe. <br\><br\> But it had to be more than that, and it was a dangerous game to play 'move me emotionally' with an empath. The emotions Satana felt? Lust? Fear? Anger? Terror? Whatever it might be, Raven let herself sense it, feel it...and pour it right back into Satana in a vicious feedback loop. <br\><br\> It would last only moments, before the darkness and mental wave receded... leaving the goth girl standing there expectantly.

Satana has posed:<br\>The emotions that flicker through Satana as this dangerous game is played are, in sequence: curiosity, surprise, a momentary burst of fear, approval, intrigue, and then...<br\><br\>The last one is obvious. It is deep down who she is. Lust personified. And it seems her lust isn't triggered by mere physical attributes. (This makes sense: some of those she tempts to their doom are, after all, physically unattractive to extremes: bloated, corpse-white wealthy 'elite' or gaunt, scarred, grotesque psychotics or others of that ilk.) No, she's attracted to Raven's mind and this triggers that lust she barely conceals beneath her skin. The lust consumes her being and then gets read, amplified, and replayed back into her to the point of a sudden near-erasure as she climaxes, very physically, very vocally.<br\><br\>And then she's standing in the room, returned to normal, week-kneed, and blinking owlishly in surprise, covered in a whole-body blush.<br\><br\>She pauses, staring at Raven with new eyes, respectful now, not teasing and toying. She raises her right hand to her face and symbolically fans herself.<br\><br\>"Darling," she says, her voice initially faint, but as she recovers it gains strength and that hint of sardonicism. "If that's the kiss, I can't bear waiting until the full intercourse. Would you care to see my boudoir?"<br\><br\>She'd described herself as incorrigible and it seems accurate.<br\><br\>Yet there's respect and approval in those eyes.

Raven has posed:<br\> "I'm not sure you'd survive," Raven answers, her own quirk of her lips offering Satana one more reflection, this time of her own sardonic nature. She might be playing confident, it might be bluff or it might be genuine after that little demonic flexing... <br\><br\> But Raven's bag closes with a snap as she secures her prize and exhales a breath. <br\><br\> "I have a spell that needs casting..." she steps back, prepared seemingly to send herself home...assuming her abilities would let her here. <br\><br\> It seems even Satana Hellstrom could be left wanting...

Satana has posed:<br\>"Shall I call you an Uber?"<br\><br\>Wait, an Uber in Hell? Is Satana smokin...<br\><br\>"Though an Uber from Boston to Sunnydale would be ... expensive. I have a convenient travel circle connected to a nearby ley line to conserver personal energy. You're welcome to use it if you wish."<br\><br\>The voice is cordial, but the face is showing slight disappointment. And more plotting. Someone has just become a target for her ... special approach to interpersonal relations.

Raven has posed:<br\> Ley line travel was probably smarter, safer, than blasting through hell as a shadowy bird. Raven nods, a little gesture foe the other devil's daughter to lead the way. <br\><br\> "Thank you," she finally speaks as they make their approach to the way out. "I'm glad we went into the same book store."

Satana has posed:<br\>"And I you. You intrigue me, Raven." This bodes ill. "I should very much see you again. Dinnner and a film, maybe?" Satana laughs as she guides Raven to her transport circle. Along the way there are several windows which display the surroundings of the mansion.<br\><br\>Which look like Boston. Complete with the city skyline in the distance.<br\><br\>She may not have been joking about having annexed Boston.<br\><br\>"I've never had a friend..." She pauses. "I could put the period there and be mostly honest, but I've had friends. But none I could commiserate with over overbearing fathers. I'll be certainly seeing you again, just to talk. Or more if you want."<br\><br\>*sigh*<br\><br\>"Have a safe trip. Enjoy the spell."