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

[@Dezuel] 

Celestine didn't show signs of ever stopping or pondering, as he drove the car with expertise despite the lack of a windshield. His hands were stiff on the steering wheel and he was not even giving a glimpse to the doll that was riding beside him. "I'd rather kill myself if I had to spend all my time around that individual. But I suppose you've never known any better, have you." He began to speak. "Still if I were you, what I would do... would be to wait for the perfect chance to strike back, no matter how slim and minuscule the possibility. And curse my own existence and the gods while doing so." The Fallen One rambled on. 

"I bet he never informed the position he is truly in, did he?" He sighed at long last. "No, that was much to ask. He is part of a team, but he isn't the lead of the team by [i]any means[/i]. Even if he himself thinks he is." He elaborated, as he descended his speed to a more gently ride. "He tried to drag my friend into his ploy, I was dragged in to preserve his useful assets as well."

He drove away, and stopped in a certain side street, confident he had put enough distance between him and his would be pursuers. His battered frame shifted, and leaned into the doll, staring deeply into her eyes, as he came to a distance most would find uncomfortable. He took his own mask off, revealing the face underneath, and the effeminate yet beautiful features. "Your eyes betray you. Those eyes who curse at your own existence and your own fate. Yet you trudge on, loyal and stalwart. Such dedication needs to be rewarded, and not put at the whims of a maniac that thinks that knowing a little demonic magic makes him a God. If I had such a servant by my side, things could've gone different."

He withdrew to his own seat. "Alas, I cannot give you human flesh, like some others could've boasted. But I can make you human in the most fundamental sense." He paused. "I will give you choices." He added as he began to scribble something in a slip of paper, handing it to Celine.

"One of my numbers, for you and you only." He added. "If you ever feel like your master is about to snuff out your life, and you want to cry vengeance and swift justice... you will do well in phoning that number." He finished, as he grasped his mask once more, and in a mighty blow, sent it flying across the street, hitting a crow in mid-air.

"The hammer will fall, and his life will be snuff out very much like yours." He finished as he started the car once more, driving towards where they had left Vittorio last. [i]So much for salvaging your assets, M. I hope Clara has a good set of tea and pastries, I am going to demand a tea party after all what is said and done.[/i]