4964/Deal with the devil

Deal with the devil
Date of Scene:	19 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Black Queen, Magik

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Black Queen has posed:
It's a party. The entirety of the Blue Moon Club has been rented out this day, and probably well into the night. Selene Gallio is hosting and quite frankly it's a big bash. This particular party doesn't have anything to do with the Hellfire Club, if it did, it'd be happening there. No, this is a private party of Selene's. Up in the living quarters area Selene has been bringing people one by one, partying with them, dancing, laughing, and then once upstairs. Like this poor bloke, she reaches out a hand, "Come here..." Smiling girly like, and giggly.

As soon as the man takes her hand, she grins and her eyes close, as she breathes in a deep breathe, and the man starts shaking, falling to his knees, screaming. No one seems to notice up here, and no one down below can even hear him. In fact, the people upstairs go about their time without any concern, starting to head back down stairs. It is a process to absorb someones soul, enough of it at least, to entangle them to herself. Recently she lost some thralls, and parties are great for recruitment. Looking very happy, and rather like a person who's had the tastiest most orgasmic chococlate cake in existence, Selene finally releases the man and says, "Go downstairs, start... mingling and find me another." The man is happy to oblige, despite having just suffered some of the worst pain in his life, even sweating now, he nods his head excitedly and starts to head back downstairs as well.

Magik has posed:
The homework has been done. The plan is set. All that is left is execution.

It isn't hard for Illyana Rasputin to get into the private party; it rarely is when dealing with an experienced teleporter. She has been standing in one spot for nearly thirty minutes now, watching those around her, but focusing on a specific area that caught her attention. Illyana took notice of the private quarters of the club, sensing some form of energy from the area and noting a pattern of patrons that enter and exit.

Two individuals go up, one returns alone, and then the second exits to bring another up. For those thirty minutes, the pattern has maintained. As a man exits the living quarters and returns to the party, Illyana makes a beeline towards him, grabbing his arm with a strength not normal for a woman her size, and they head towards the quarters. Despite his protest, Illyana says nothing; she does not even look at him, her glacial blue eyes focusing on the door in front of them. She opens it and walks inside, releasing her grip on the man.

"Leave," Illyana says to him, finally turning to face him. He obeys sharply.

Her eyes settle on the woman before her, Selene, the Moon Goddess, the Black Priestess. "Are you the Mistress of Fire? The Goddess of Death?"

Black Queen has posed:
If Selene were keeping her more mystical senses open, instead of enjoying how much life she had been draining this evening, even if she wasn't killing anyone, she would have noticed the disturbance of a soulless demon king of limbo. Certainly. But, addicts often have some problems with being obvlivious. And shen the door opens, Selene smiles her big wonderfully plush lipped smile and is taking a few steps toward the door to greet whoever has come up... and then her face sours.

The newly made thrall heads away and Selene looks somewhat upset. Bored, perhaps, angry a little, not getting her fix off this one for sure. "I am all of those things, as well as many more. You have such... horrible eyes. Not a bit of life left in them." She turns toward the glass overlook that gets to see the people down below and she idly looks down on them, licking her lips just a bit before disgruntledly turning to deal with this debbie downer.

Waving a hand, "Sit, if you like. Drink? There is also heroin and coccaine floating about... somewhere." She says somewhat dismissively her hand waving off in the general direction of 'somewhere'. And then she finds a seat and settles down, crossing her legs at the knee and wondering, "From the look on your face, I would say you are not here for amusement? What is it that I may do for you? Or have you simply come to ruin my fun?"

Magik has posed:
"Thank you," Illyana responds, dismissing Selene's comment about her 'horrible eyes' just as quickly as it is brought up. She walks to the opposite end of the 'U' shaped sofa and sits at the offer. The room gets a quick survey, taking in the provided amenities which seemed like a waste of money. The finer things in life are not something that the Russian demon finds interest in, it seems. She returns her gaze to Selene as the woman finishes speaking.

"All of the above, it seems," Illyana began. "I need your assistance, your mystical know-how, if you will. Something of importance has been stolen from me and I want it back." She pauses. "You are a capable sorceress, in your own right, and have walked this land over centuries. There is no doubt that you are instrumental in helping me to get my prized possession back to me."

Black Queen has posed:
Keeping excellent posture, Selene definitely enjoys her accoutrements. Whether it is the as-expensive-as-a-luxury-car clothing that is custom designed by the top designers at various luxury fashion houses, or the places she visits, the heroin she buys, and even the people she sometimes chooses to surround herself with. Though she takes in Illyana rather seriously if having a bit of a dull look on her face, this is 'work' and there are few things in life that Selene hates more than actually doing something that requires effort.

"You are missing something..." There's a soft chuckle in Selene's voice, "That is for certain. Centuries?" Selene chuckles, if this woman knows that she has outlived one lifetime, then there is little need to hide things, "Ahhh, to be centuries old again. It was a different time, and a different place. Though I am sure that you know something of that... one lifetime, no matter how long, is not enough to truly understand. Thousands, upon thousands, of lives, millions... why, I have lost count. You keep track early on, first a family, then their friends, then the entire tribe. Soon, a city, then a nation. Though population was so much... less fruitful then..." She leans back a little and sighs out, shaking her head a little, "A bit of nostalgia, I apologize. I could certainly help you in returning what you have lost, there are few who understand the inner workings of the spirit as well as I. Though, I am curious as to what you might do for me?"

With a small leaning of her body forward, she squints a bit at Illyana and tilts her head, smirking lightly, "What is it that you are willing to do to get your... well, to get back what you claim, was stolen?" Her smirk shifts slightly to a smile, the same kind of smile that the Cheshire Cat might have, or the devil when playing a game of chess.

Magik has posed:
The woman's cockiness notwithstanding, Illyana knew that Selene was one of her better hopes to help her obtain what she lost. One did not live well over ten thousand years without learning much about mystical lore, especially as a woman who specializes in soul-stealing herself. A mild growl of annoyance threatened to erupt from the back of Illyana's throat at the thought, but she maintains while her empty, emotionless expression takes precedence.

What does a being of Selene's variety need? Illyana cannot answer the mental question at first, her physical form silent in thought as the woman before her watches on with some variation of a cat's grin on her features. And then, Illyana goes back to the patterns. Blue eyes look at the crowd below and then to Selene. She snaps her fingers and several pools of golden light appear throughout the room underneath guests that were alone or unattended to. Ten guests fall through the pool and they disappear, the light fading with them.

Those same ten pools of light reappear, surrounding Selene, lifting crosses from inside. On those crosses are the ten guests; their mouths are wrapped with fabric so they cannot speak, their bodies chained to the crosses. Some of them have scars across their faces, blood trickling from them and falling to the ground. "I am the Supreme Sorceress of Limbo, a dimension that does not adhere to the mortal time constrains of Earth. I can provide you with as many souls in the blink of an eye, as many vessels for your... desires, with just a thought. I can help you achieve the power you deserve."

"Thousands of souls for mine."

Black Queen has posed:
The magic trick certainly does not impress Selene, but the idea that it brings forth. Limbo. A place she does not enjoy going though has been once, twice, how many times? It's hard to say when dealing with Limbo. She has been to Hell more times, died by being burned alive more times, that much she knows but otherwise memories from the place of inbetweens are never quite what they seem to be. And that, that intrigues Selene. She sits up a little more, looking around the room with the people up on the crosses. Taking a moment she stands up and walks around them.

"You say thousands... could it be a few million?" She questions, curiously, and she runs a manicured nail across the stomach of one of the people bound and afixed to the religious symbol that she remembers even when it was created. She was there when Rome switched from its more colorful religiosity to the new faith of just one god.

"I ... well ... as you say. To achieve what I deserve, there are, well, requirements that must be met. Exchanges that must be made, the Universe works on a tricky scale of checks and balances, and the forces required to..." She pauses, "Well, let us just say. That there is need for more than thousands. They could be from anywhere, so long as they did not go noticed for... a while. As preparations were made." She's excited, interested, eyes a bit wider than they were when Illyana first came in, "I will help you on this, for this exchange. I will need to work up a contract, however, something that you cannot renege on later, even after you get back... what you desire." She walks over and reaches out a hand, "In the meantime, to begin the hunt, a modern agreement shall suffice till I might create the more archaic design. Deal? Your soul, for a few... paltry, million. Let us say, 3 million?" Reaching out the hand she extends it, now closer to Illyana and her smile is a bit more... murderous.

Magik has posed:
As Selene grows closer, Illyana does not falter. There is no fear, no hesitation, she simply watches the woman as a hand extends. The blonde looks at her hand and looks away, rising from the sofa and starting for the door.

"We have a deal," Illyana finally says, opening the door. She turns to face the woman before she leaves. "We will revisit this conversation soon, Black Queen. Until then, enjoy your party of cocaine and heroin."

"Oh," she adds. "You can keep the crosses."

With a thought, the golden pools of light disappear and all ten crosses fall to the ground, echoing loudly throughout the room. In just a few seconds, Illyana is in the crowd of dancing guests, pushing through until she is out the front door.