Donut Look Now

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Location: Caden’s Mansion, Chicago, IL
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Feeling impish, I tilt my head and smirk. ”Ich habe einen Ort, eigentlich nicht weit von hier.” I tell him honestly before I let out a little laugh. ”Eigentlich ist es eher ein Zufluchtsort für Katzen.”

I bit my bottom lip and let my teeth drag over it before adding, ”Ich glaube nicht einmal, dass es ein Bett gibt.” I threw him a wink.

Translations

”I have a place, not too far from here actually.”/“It's more of a cat sanctuary actually.”/“I don't even think there's a bed.”

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”Ihre Neugier erinnert mich an die einer Katze.” I explain with a small chuckle. Delighted that he brought me a new drink, I smile brightly at him before taking a sip as he talks. I could listen to him speak German forever. ” Ah, du wolltest mich also nur für dich haben?” I say coyly, taking the moment to watch him as he stretched.

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“Her curiosity reminds me of a cat’s.” “Ah, so you just wanted me to yourself?”

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”Now is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I ask her as Caden joins us once again. Though I could continue entertaining her questions, I could tell she is wary of me. Like I had said, it’s smart to be that way towards demons. ”Leb wohl, mein kleines Kätzchen.” I laugh and watch her leave, sitting up to look up at Caden better. ”I was wondering where you had scurried off to Mein Prinz.” I sigh dramatically and pout at him. ”Does this mean we have to work now too?”

Translations

”Farewell, my little kitten” “My prince”

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Adorably curious, this one. I think to myself. It’s true, not many last long on the torture block before they choose to be a torturer instead. That much I can remember about my early days in hell, but my humanity… It always felt like it was behind a heavy curtain, just out of my grasp. ”This ol’ thing?” I ask slyly with a dramatic wave of my hand before I settle back in my seat. ”This one is dead. I have a specific taste in who I choose to wear, so I like to hold on to them for as long as they can last. Dead or dying bodies are easier to deal with. I’ve never been fond of holding a mind hostage anyway.” Narrowing my eyes in concentration, I try to remember who this one was, but it escapes me. ”I like to think this is how I appeared when I was human, but it’s hard to say.” I smile at her with another shrug.

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I watched as Caden walked back into his house. Indeed, a fine specimen. I thought to myself. Cassiopeia pulled me from my thoughts with an avalanche of questions. Amused, I raise an eyebrow at her when I answer. ”Normally, I do shit all for Crowley - I’m only amusing his position as ‘King of Hell’.” I use air quotes around the phrase, rolling my eyes. “He just knows I can get a job done efficiently and trusts that I’m not trying to replace him on the throne.” The idea of being in a position of power like that seems tedious at best and boring at worst.

”As for your other questions, I don’t know what to tell you.” I say with a shrug. ”I have long forgotten my human life, but I can tell you that being tortured was never my kink.” Winking at her, I lay back in the lounge chair and place my hands behind my head, looking up at the sky. ”You have no reason to trust me enough to work with me - as you shouldn’t if you have a proper head on your shoulders. The way I see it, though, we’re going to run into each other often in pursuit of the beastie, so working together makes more sense.” I turn my head to look at her with a smirk. ”Let me know if any of that satisfied your curiousity, Mein kleines Kätzchen.”

Translations

”My little kitten”

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Intrigued by the witch even more, I make a mental note to look further into Cassiopeia later. The more I learned, the more questions I had for both of these people. A smirk climbs on my face at Caden’s remark. ”Versuchst du mich schon loszuwerden?” I ask him with playful innocence. ”Unfortunately for you, I’m here to stay until this is over.” I shrug before pulling a leg up closer to me so I can lean my arm and head on it. ”Like I said, I have my eyes set on a prize.” I smile widely.

Translations

”Trying to get rid of me already?”

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Pouting, I playfully glare at Caden for stealing a sandwich off my plate. I don’t miss that he makes sure to swallow before speaking in contrast to me. My expression turns to bemusement at hearing Caden list witches as a separate faction. Swallowing the large amount of food in my mouth, I ask, ”Is Cassiopeia not part of the witch faction here?” I brush the crumbs from the food off my top, making sure that in my chaos I didn’t accidentally stain the white blouse underneath my burgundy suit coat.

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Cassiopeia does have a point. Swinging my legs dramatically as I get up off the chair, I prance towards Caden to peer around him and see what food there was to offer. Eyeing a charcuterie board, I help myself to some of the food, going for the more salty of the foods. I give a little hum of satisfaction as I sit back down with my small feast, crossing my legs underneath me. No time wasted, I stuff a couple cracks with cheeks and meat into my mouth.

”These other factions, would any of them happen to have more information?” I ask through a mouthful of food.

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”Ah, I forgot about that Kabelsalat.” I say, leaning my head to crack my neck and then using my hand to crack my knuckles, one finger at a time. ”Then I’m afraid we’ll need more intel on the little beastie. If it’s truly the chimera from the Greek legend, it was said that a great number of men would be needed to take it down. Taking another sip of the alcohol, I watch Cassiopeia grab some of the food on the table for herself before I continue.

”If we’re keen on preserving life, then going in blind would defeat that purpose.”

Translations

Kabelsalat = Literal translation is “Cable salad”, but it’s a ‘classy way’ to describe a mess

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I narrow my eyes slightly at her answer, but don’t say anything. If there was something to worry about, I’m sure I would find out soon enough either way. ”Chimera?” Tilting my head to the side again, I look up to think before letting out a laugh of delight. ”Well that would certainly explain the varying descriptions.” Setting my drink down after another sip, I tug at my earlobes with gloved fingers as I think.

”According to Greek mythology, the original Chimera was the daughter of Typhon and Echidna - the father and mother of all monsters. That one was killed by Bellerophon, but he had to use a Pegasus to do it. I turn to look at them both with a smirk. ”Unfortunately for us, we don’t have any of those in hell to borrow - as far as I know.”

I pick my drink back up to take another sip as another thought comes to me. I know from listening to some of the complaints from Lilith and Alastair back when they were still around, Asmodeus was constantly trying to convince Lucifer to let him create an army of monsters. He had even tried to say he could control the Shedim… If someone in hell were to play around with creating new monsters, it would be him. I don’t say this out loud though, instead I say, ”We’ll probably need more players on the board in order to catch this chimera. I have some demons not particularly attached to their vessels that could be front line.” I settle back into my seat, swinging one leg over to cross the ankle of the other.