The passageway between worlds was but a mere walk through the primordial mists for one of his kind. He strode with devilish purpose brushing aside sheer curtains that found themselves in his path, and at the end of his journey was a single candle left burning amidst circles of salt. As he stepped into the Realm of Mortals that final flame flickered and faded to nothing more than smoke. The room reeked of sadness and desperation, and at its center sat a young woman of incredible beauty. It was true that Spencer had seen many lovely women before. As a master of the Circle of Lust he had made many of them prostrate themselves before him in eternal servitude, but the one before him now was almost angelic in nature. Then she spoke, her voice quavering from the exhaustion of her spellcraft. "I'm the man of your dreams dear Wyonna, or did you call for someone else to assist with your troubles?"<br/><br/>He did not wait for her answer, instead he stepped up gripped her by the arms and pulled her to her feet. "My name is Spencer, and I think I am just the man you need for this issue. It would be my pleasure to help you out. However, there are the terms of our contract that needs to be discussed." Scooping her into his arms like a injured child he carried her through the house to the study and placed her gently in an office chair. He turned on the light so he could better see the girl who had summoned him and take in every detail of her form. Cupping her face in his hands he tilted her gaze upwards letting the lights shine across the cataract glazed orbs that rested within her sockets. His thumbs lifted her eyelids as he drew close enough so that she could feel the preternatural heat of his breath upon her porcelain skin.<br/><br/>"I see," he said as he examined her, "you have been touched by something dark and twisted, and to think I haven't even had my turn yet." The grin that crept across his face twisted his visage into something sinister for a mere moment before returning to normal. Stepping away from her he pulled a silver flask from his inside jacket pocket and popped the top open. As he sat on the couch opposite from her he took a swig of the liquid within and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "I can fix your eyes my dear, in fact I can fix virtually anything you need though judging from the look of you I wouldn't change a thing. There is however a price for my services, as it is with all things in this world...nothing comes for free."<br/><br/>He took another deep drink from the flask and looked down at it. "Where are my manners?" Holding the container out to her he smiled that devious smile once more. "Don't worry dear girl, it isn't demon piss or anything odd like that, just a little Jack Daniels to lubricate the inhibitions a bit. So what do you say? Have a drink with me and let's make a deal?" He knew she would likely agree, but the chase was the most fun...foreplay always was.