<div align="center"> Arch-Demoness Depheree (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104905.msg4557098#msg4557098)<br/><br/></div><div align="center">(http://projectvisual.net/photos/nikon_d300/february09/13-sacre-coeur-morning-d300-photography.jpg)</div><br/><strong>"Ostentatious ?" </strong>The Arch-Demoness murmured to herself, adoring the sound of her own echo<strong>"... most certainly"</strong><br/><br/>Her snort of white powder was performed from a silver collection plate of the Sacre Coeur, one of Paris' most magnificent buildings that overlooked the entire metropolis ... which happened to also be a Cathedral.<br/><br/>Well ... was.<br/><br/>Depheree had not vandalized it however, but desecrating could be easily claimed after what she put in motion while under its roof. Already some of the most secure buildings of the city were creating narcotics of the likes the world had not seen. Pure, and given away. For free. Within days of Paris falling Depheree had a group of addicts which she send on minor missions with a stock of what they now loved in equal measure to what they once did. She was not interested in ruining their lives, nor depriving them of their choice or causing pain, she just needed to have a small loyal network beyond her own demonkin quickly for her aspirations .<br/><br/>Fights still continued in occasional suburbs, but the core of Paris was hers. Technically Lucifer could march in at any time claiming reign but Dephree had not seen him in some time, and almost always Lucifer was somewhere else up to something that Dephree had little knowledge of. He didn't care to explain his motives, Dephree didn't care to ask.<br/><br/>What she liked above all was the freedom choices felt when with him, and Paris well was ...<strong>"Such a magnificent City, Good thing you survived World War Two reasonably intact"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Your thinking of Venice or other romantic Cities also Mistress?" </strong>the servant which had offered the platter of narcotics inquired<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, unless another Arch-Demon has their eyes on it, in which case perhaps we can come to some arrangement, they can choose some building here that they can call a holiday home, and perhaps likewise I have one there... but still... Paris is not mine yet, the fringes are still being decided, and even if it was there is a lot of work to do before my boarders start growing. I wonder what the other Fallen are up to ? I have not talked to any of them in ages.... No rush I suppose."</strong><br/><br/>Dephree looked up to the domed ceiling above her while sniffing once,  twice then three times to settle the sensation in her nose.<br/><br/>(http://www.roamingkiwis.com/R%20Paris%20Mont%20Martre%20Bassililica%20Sacre%20Coeur%20%283%29.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>"Oh Christ you really are confusing. I never really got what you were on about"<br/></strong><br/><br/>Taking an interest in seeing the painting closer Dephree launched herself into the air, her long wings beating slowly to keep her aloft ... merely inches away she leaned her head to the side and contemplated the depiction with large honest eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"Perhaps I may never know or understand, for when sacred books about you is read they just go on and on about who begot who ... who was the son of son of ra ra ra. I always drift off before really learning anything. Perhaps I should pay attention but there is always something more interesting to do you know ?"</strong><br/><br/>Sighing she stopped beating her wings and fell like a pin to land perfectly and silently on thin inhumanly strong legs.<br/><br/><strong>"Out of respect for what I don't know though, I have forbidden any of my order here defacing your temple" </strong>she bowed then smiled at the image mischievously before taking a deep gulp from a gold wine cup usually reserved for service of the confirmed.<br/><br/><strong>"Shiraz ? You do have taste ! Not a bad taste at all for the Blood of Christ, but those little coin bread things are over rated.... If they really are your flesh I am tasting... well lets say no wonder your generally thought of as sexless"</strong><br/><br/>She saluted the painting with the hand still holding the cup of wine then shook her head distantly.<br/><br/><strong>"Hope you don't mind my order moving in and setting up shop here though, for we just love the view, oh but even if you do mind it doesn't really matter because you will forgive me anyway right ?" </strong><br/><br/>This time she laughed from a place from deep in her chest, not loudly, but it was so genuine it echoed eerily into streets of Paris much further than she would ever know.<br/>