LeavingTheHellfireClubBelial shook his head and offered a word of congratulations before retrieving his cloak and heading for the exit, his eyes scanning the room for Virgil. As he moved forward, Virgil stepped out of the Shadows. The page boy moved slowly ... perhaps a little stiffly. The lip. once reddened, were pale now. But they curved into a smile as the page boy approached. "Well?" Virgil said. "Did you find what you were seeking, Lord Demon?" "More than you might ever know, dear Virgil," Belial answered. "And you?" Virgil smiled. "I am ... satisfied, Lord Demon." And the slight figure of the page led the demon lord towards the entrance where their boat awaited them on the still, subterranean waters. "Your lady," Belial says as they entered the craft. "You'll see that she makes confession this week at the Cathedral, yes? I believe Saturday would suit." "My Lady," said Virgil softly. "If she is still here, Lord Demon ... "She may be ... she may be going to the country. I am sure you must be aware how anxious her Lord is for her ... well-being. A little peace ... a little seclusion ... it can do wonders for the spirit, you know." He frowned at the news, but inside was a malestrom of conflicts. He answered stiffly, "I hope she has a relaxing time." "Relaxing?" Virgil gave a soft laugh, as though the very thought caught her by surprise. "Ah ... yes. Yes." "I will be there either way," he added. "Then I will convey your message," Virgil said. "And if she can come ... I believe she will." "And if she can't?" Belial asked, a trace of something, perhaps anger, in his voice. He itched to remove this accursed mask, but dared not until he had made the surface. "Then she will send you word," said Virgil. "She ... found great comfort in your last encounter. She did not say as much - and yet I have never known her so ... at peace." Belial nodded, but his eyes seemed to watch Virgil uneasily. As the boat bumped the dock he made for the steps and before he reached them, he had removed the mask and drawn his hood, the dark maroon of the cloak blending into the shadows again. He handed the mask to her and tersely thanked her for her assistance, "You were invaluable this evening, my thanks," Morine Lagoran removed her mask and shook out her hair with a little laugh. "My pleasure." |
