[center][h1]Celestine Lightbringer[/h1][/center]

He looked at the scene before his eyes, as the murky room's stench made him crinkle his nose. He stood there, flawlessly still, as he ascertained the current situation. Deals with Mephisto...well, ended up usually like the ones from the tale. They had said they needed his skill for a project. While it was true that the situation could improve with his set of skills... babysitting was hardly a project.

He was by the bedhead, waiting for time that ticked slowly, like murky mud going down a slope. Really slowly. Filthy. Fitting description. The man before his eyes was Vittorio. An acquaintance of the past. A broken toy much as himself. But not too broken, that had been the instruction. As he was, Vittorio was yet another dagger on St Laurel student's throats. But even the sharpest of daggers would lose its edge due to overuse.

He cracked a smile, as he crept from behind the tired and taciturn fellow youngster, who seemed to have woken up from an excruciating dream. His phone began to play an eerie song upon [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiCOBlwJ9GY]command[/url]. He whispered, his mellow voice honeyed and soft.

"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" Celestine said, a wide grin in his pristine face, as he drew forth into Vittorio's field of vision. In a rather skimpy nurse outfit. It looked on him better than the doctor, that was for sure. "Vittorio."

"Welcome to the land of the living, yet again. A little more and I'd have to put you on IV drips." He paused. "I got some sausage for food, if you fancy. Or some kale. But I guess... kale is not that much of a filling, isn't it." He added, as he circled a chair nearby, and spinning it on its feet, sat backwards, his elbows leaning against the back of the chair.