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Now Broker wasn't no expert. But there was a whole lot of magic around that he needed to locate and indentify. The amount of magical power players had grown the last few decades and he had been extremely busy littering the world with low totem pole supervillains. Most of them were one hit wonders, getting killed or incarcerated after a single attempt at big scale crime. Some became mobster hitmen. But this was all part of his long term plans in the end. His network included pretty much everyone of note. But he needed to secure himself some footholds in the area. Luckily, his liason in this world had long worked with a certein Mr Puck. A fellow demon as Broker understood it, one running a bar and employing local witches. He could work with that. A demon with his fingers in the supernatural pie was someone of his own heart. Or well, of his own lump of burning coal that he insisted was his heart. 

Miss Chamber was a delicate feautured slavic woman who offset her small and fragile stature with a hellcat attidude and forcefull personality. Her black hair was cropped short and made into spikes while her pale skin was accentuated with black lipstick and a fashion sense ripped from the 80's dying goth wave. Broker appreciated the girls attitude above all else however as she stood with one hand on her hip and the other curled into a fist but for the defiant middle finger. She was his favorite for a reason. 

[color=ed1c24]"For what reason should I indulge in fornication with my own self"[/color] Broker said in mock shock as the woman let her hand fall back to her side.

"For making me miss my seance." The gothy girl spoke with a snarl to her voice that sent a a tingle up the demons spine. Alexandra Chalmers had many deaths on her hands. Many small scale crooks had died from a drop of her toxins. And her wry, cynical mind was perfect for a conwoman such as her.
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"You aren't a medium."[/color] He answered with a small smile on his lips.

"My clients don't know that." The gothy witch shot back with a grin. She looked past Broker and noticed Blueberry. "Hey Blue"

[color=004b80]"Hello Lyssa"[/color] The Glutton answered before she stepped up to hug the petite human.

"How's eating"

[color=004b80]"Hungry still..."[/color]

"When aren't you" She chided. 

"[color=ed1c24]So. Did you tell Puck I was coming?"[/color]

"Sorry Horny, but Puck has been busy with something. He should be back soon though I hope." Lyssa turned around and described the ward that allowed them entrece to the bar. Brooker knew how to get to the bar of course, but he felt like it was only proper to use one of Pucks own to get him inside the first time. As they stepped in, his features melded from the handsome, firey haired human to the tall, horned demon that his infernal true form was.

The Red Devil was lively this evening, teeming with mystical banter and trade of all sorts. Denizens were gathered in all corners of the tavern, engaged in all forms of strange business. A large crystalline mirror stood aloft in the far corner of the ground floor, attracting hoards of bar goers to see what images it might produce. In another corner, demonic and faerie merchants sold their wares: magical trinkets, tools, reagents, and favors. The house witches were scattered here and there, catering to mortal and magical customers alike. It was a busy evening for the demon tavern indeed.

Puck felt the familiar twitch of his demonic bretheren as Broker entered the bar. It was akin to a shiver or goosebumps, but something more infernal. Only on one other occasion had the two met, in Medieval France some 600 years ago when both were meddling in the Hundred Years' War. It was a quick greeting, nothing more, but enough to give Puck the impression that Broker was working for the man downstairs and had been at the contracting business for longer. Puck was but an imp, a demon plucked not from Hell, but the Otherworld. His contracts go back only so far, but Broker's might indeed go back to the beginning of humanity.

Puck came rushing downstairs to greet his esteemed guest, dressed in his signature black suit, hair a handsome mess, sweeping over his ram-like horns. Upon seeing Broker, he put on a wicked smile, picked up a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar, and came prancing over with spritely lithness. 

"To what do I owe the honor of such an appearance?" he asked in a slightly sarcastic tone, bowing to Broker and hoping to appeal to the demon's sense of humor. He held out the bottle as a show of good favor. 

[color=ed1c24]"Oh. Just laying the groundwork."[/color] Broker spoke in a voice that was grizzly and unpleasant to human ears, turning away anyone dumb enough to eaves drop. To the demons however, it was no less pleasant then common english. [color=ed1c24]"I thought we could talk shop. This new age of heroes thing... It provides new and exciting opportunities for one such as me."[/color] He took the bottle of whiskey and eyed it. [color=ed1c24]"I thought this brewery burned down 212 years ago... In fact. I made sure it burned down after that whole debacle with the priest using blessed whiskey to kill a vampire."[/color]

"I made sure to save a bottle or two for such an ocassion. You've got your eyes and ears in the human world, and I've got mine." Puck gestured to the various witches of the bar, all going about their daily contracts. 

Puck continued. "You're right, however, which is exactly why I've set up shop here in Lost Haven, what with all the metahuman commotion in this area. I've even managed to snag a 'hero' for myself. Have you heard of the White Witch? She's quite something and I've got her on my payroll."

[color=ed1c24]"So I heard. It is why I came here. It seems we work the same racket."[/color] The demon spoke as they moved further into the bar. [color=ed1c24]"I am one of the Seven Sins Incarnate after all. There is only two options when it comes to direct competition. Destroy them or form a monopoly with them. I am partial towards the latter."[/color]  He explained as he found a seat. The high rise, plush red chair seemed out of place for such a bar. But the amount of different missmatching furniture around told him it was one of the less gaudy pieces. He blamed the Fae. 

"As am I," Puck replied with some heightened level of comfort. He'd been issued threats by other supernatural agencies in the past, all of whom he knew could do him no harm, but he wasn't quite sure when it came to Broker. Being one of the sins and a powerful demon, perhaps he held the means to kill Puck, perhaps not. Either way, if there was even a doubt, Puck wasn't keen on taking that kind of risk. 

"What exactly did you have in mind?"

[color=ed1c24]"I am in the buisness of providing mortals with powers right now. You know the deal, bestow upon them a gift of great power. Of course, I've found that the best investement is in bestowing a little here and there and corall the surviving few into capable muscle for hire. Much like you and your witches."[/color] He said as he motioned toward Lyssa who answered by giving him the finger again. 

[color=ed1c24]"She's a real charmer that one. As for what I had in mind. I plan on expanding my buisness exponentionally. The little demon invasion has fractured alot of the ambient magic, there are so many lost, poor and helpless souls. It is the perfect fuel for my next crop of... Unique helpers."[/color] He leaned back in his chair as he contemplated what to say next. [color=ed1c24]"But to to do so. I need to find someone with enough power to create a soul circle. Someone who isn't a demon as we tend to taint the magic we use."[/color]

Puck smiled through his discomfort. He knew where this was going and was powerless to stop it. Did he really want to be in business with Broker? It seemed that he didn't really have a choice. 

"My witches aren't exactly the casters that you've cooked up. I've granted power in my time, but these days I normally let them do the deal making while I sit back and enjoy my eternity in other ways. Most of them have come upon power on their own, and I doubt any of them are powerful enough to perform whatever magic you have in mind. The White Witch, however . . . she's about to make a discovery that will likely send her in your direction. I can tip her off to your presence here the next time we meet, if you like. She's rather unique, that one. If any of my witches had the capability to do this, it's her." 

Puck took several shots of whisky to calm his nerves. He was seldom nervous around others of his kind, but Broker commanded an empire far greater than his own. If nothing else, he feared him for his success and ingenuity. 

[color=ed1c24]"White Witch then. Exellent." The[/color] greed demon said. [color=ed1c24]"Now. What boon would you ask in return for this?"[/color] The Broker raised a eyebrow. The toothy grin on his face widening.

"Only that my business continue in peace and once your business with White Witch is complete, she return to my service. She is under contract here, after all." 

[color=ed1c24]"Really? Just that. No favors?"[/color] The demon raised both eyebrows. [color=ed1c24]"Fine. The witch will be returned to you. And I will make sure your buisness is undisturbed. Consider yourself off limits to any of my agents from now on."[/color]  He reaches over to shake Pucks hand. For demons, this was a downright sacred gesture. A deal had been reached. A pact had been formed. And humanity had no idea what awaited it.