skinned her alive, ripped her apart
WHO: deal_withthe & ars_varia_vulpi
WHAT: So a certain mage's arrival prompts Belial to finally call in that favor Vulpes owes. Bonus content: demons are very touchy about their names being thrown around all willy-nilly. Don't do it.
WHEN: Early evening
WHERE: Middle District, loitering around the apartment.
WARNINGS: ....well, none at the moment, but considering the characters involved you should be wary anyway.
He was probably going to be wearing that smirk all night. It really couldn't be helped. Just as he was beginning to think he couldn't get anything useful out of the whole damned city, and then it went and dragged in a little lost mage, practically returning his lost property right into the demon's lap. Alive and well even, from the sound of it. It was like fucking Christmas come half a year early.
He was still wearing a little grin when he returned to the apartment, but it faded as he crossed the room, and dropped both the little communicator and his suit jacket onto a chair as he started poking through the rest of the rooms.
"Vulpes. We need to talk."