| Evening Meeting |
[31 Oct 2004|01:54am] |
Jason basked in the heat, as he stood shirtless in the middle of the cleared conference room of his office. Judging by the smoke and the like, the summoning spell had been successful, and he would soon be talking to one of the most powerful mystical entities he had ever encountered. He put on his most professional face as he waited for the smoke to clear.
At first, the chittering chatter of unseen beings were heard. They, in concert to that which they accompanied in escort, sunk away in psychic ether, not to be sensed again. A foggy, acrid heat was steadily clearing, making way for the entrance of what it had shrouded.
"I am Sister to the Fates... I am of soil, I am of pitch, I am of the cruelty. I am she who has been beckoned."
A zebra pattern of blacks and whites stepped forward in assuredly confident manner. Skin utterly white, contrasting with a remarkable sharpness to the ebony of clothing, hair and even lips.
Elfleda's gaze passed over the confines of room, including those within. He, specifically, who had brought her there. The voice had been crystalline in its English lilt, but resolute in authority. The next phrasing of question was no different.
"Speak of this ceremony's purpose."
Jason bowed deeply, sweeping with his arm as if he were wearing a hat and doffing it. "Greetings, my lady Elfleda. I come bearing greetings from the senior partners of Wolfram & Hart. I am Jason Toren, their new agent regarding affairs in the town of Searchlight, and they, knowing that you were the greatest power in the town, wish to extend a solicitous hello."
Face, still very much stoic, visited only attention his way. She could be manipulative, certainly, but here was her more unmasked way of being. This was her full and deserved station. There, she was not 'Beth', nor 'Pythia' or any other such title for fancy. She was Leviathan's Bride and all would bow to that which she represented or would endure broken spines for its pleasure. For that reason, while the furnace of heat seemed to lift and disperse, it was quickly being replaced by her sickly shadow of corruption beginning to spread through the room.
She observed. She studied. But she owed no thanks.
Lucky for him, perhaps, that he retained polite respect.
"Wolf... Ram... And Hart..." She spoke the words with deliberate and slow pronunciation. It was for her, however, to know why, though it seemed like remembrance. A pause given, before continuing. "Leviathan's cause has been both served and tarnished by their decedent workings. It should be hoped they possess more reason for my summoning than to extend greetings..."
( Bargains )
Jason remained down on one knee, but looked up at Elfleda. This was a being to be reckoned with, and this was a deal that must be taken into strong consideration before it was agreed upon. But for now, it was best to maintain the same posture he had throughout the meeting. "I listen and obey, Lady. Whenever you feel the time is right, I await your request."
"Of course you do..."
Elfleda didn't plead. Not with ones like that. She commanded. A cold matter-of-factness with the way she said it.
Spiritually-speaking, she stank of corrupted vice. The more weak-minded, or with a potential for darkness that an individual could possess, the more susceptible to it they would feel on the inside of personality. She could turn former alcoholics quite happily to drink with a glance, one-time child molesters do unspeakable things at schools or repentant nuns to hold sinful orgy.
And Jason Toren was a most wonderfully easy target for that. Unknown to the mortal, dark servants of all different shapes and sizes surrounding them, had been urging and whispering a need to comply with the visitor.
A silent opening of swirling black fog began to appear and enlarge, spilling its foul mist upon the floor. The portal through which she could travel across worlds. Others, unseen, filed in towards it, as Elfleda herself moved in its direction.
"Continue your work with the laws of man."
It was her parting farewell, but Elfleda's presence would continue to linger in that room for weeks yet to come. Possibly even months. A little taste of her to be left behind, even as blackness enveloped and physical self departed.
An agreement had been struck, but the bargain was yet to come.
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