"I didn't think Death believed in God." James remarked as Marcus sat and made a rather ironic comment. He then realized his position on the matter and followed with, "Not that I should either, I suppose." standing, he thought back to the reason he was still in the Voodoo shop.<br/><br/>"I know I would lose to you in a gamble over anything, games simply aren't kind to me in the luck department. so I thought I would offer a few alternatives." he held out his hand with the index finger up, and prayed that if his joke was wrong, God was listening. "One: I could become a bit of an... errand boy, if you will," he was trying his hardest to not think of it as being a servant to Death. After all, it would be for eternity, as he was going to end up in hell anyway, due to his Demonic half.<br/><br/>"Two:," he put one finger up to give a 'victory' hand sign, "If you give me control, I could always kill anyone who you didn't deem worthy of soiling your hands with. You know, like a certain Hades I imagine even you want out of the way." He paused, "When the time is right of course. that's the advantage to having a Fire Demon who could be controlled. If I wanted to, I could make the fire surrounding Hades so hot it would kill the Ruler of that god forsaken place." and he walked out of the shop, planning to come back later to give Marcus a while to think.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"What do you think you are doing?"</span>the demon roared at him as he walked out. he stopped and nonchalantly said "I didn't make a deal, I just offered our services. got a problem with that?" the Demon smiled<span style="color: #FF0000">"You sadistic little vessel. I may have started to influence you."</span>James stopped and said rather nervously "You are not an Influence on me!"<span style="color: #FF0000">"Sure, keep telling yourself that!"</span>James heard the Demon snickering at the same moment he heard a scream of agony.<br/><br/>In an instant both James and the Demon tensed up. "R<span style="color: #FF0000">a</span>y<span style="color: #FF0000">l</span>y<span style="color: #FF0000">n</span>!" The first thing to enter James' mind was<span style="font-style: italic">~Sylvan you bastard!~</span>. for the Demon, the first thing he thought was<span style="color: #FF0000">~Lunchtime!~</span><br/><br/>Unfortunately, he didn't have any idea where to start looking for her, and so he spent the better part of the next hour running around town getting weird looks and also getting more angry by the second. "<span style="color: #FF0000">WHERE</span><span style="color: #FFFF00">IS</span><span style="color: #FF0000">SHE</span><span style="color: #FFFF00">?</span>" he yelled, losing his control and burning down the door to the bar. a couple of the drunks sitting next to the door had their shirts singed off from the magnitude of heat radiating from his body. Seeing Lucien conversing at the bar, he immediately went over to him and said in a low, angry voice<span style="color: #FFFF00">"If she is hurt... so help me, we WILL have a problem, Lucien!"</span>