Flayer laughed, and the gluttonous crackling somehow seemed more grim than usual.<em>"So Justice is your prize.  Well, Miss Rae, if it is Justice you seek then you need merely look around you."</em><br/><br/>The Beast swept its free arm out theatrically, as though introducing the hellish surroundings to the woman for the first time.<em>"Crematoria is the burning heart of Justice incarnate, consuming evil and burying them where the good people of the galaxy will never have to gaze upon them again.  If the one that wronged you is here, then they have surely been punished already."</em>A slight twitch of the head as the darkness beyond the light of the nearest lantern writhed with movement.<em>"Unless an eternity spent in the Slam is not enough to sate you?  The Law and its Ivory Courts are not enough to satisfy the hunger throbbing within.  You wish to kill this person.  Slowly.  Horribly."</em><br/><br/>Though muffled and warped, one could almost sense a smile behind the voice now.<em>"And you want me to help you in this task.  To make your vendetta my own.  A Deal with the Demon to ensure your own success.  Perhaps you are more desperate than I thought, my dear."</em><br/><br/>It paused again, becoming so silent that the shapeless hordes could now be clearly heard, slinking out from their ancient holes.  One could sense their hesitation, as though the only thing keeping them at bay was the human monster staring Rae down.<br/><br/><em>"Very well, Miss Rae.  I will assist you in your revenge.  But the payment will be a steep one.  For the death of the one who has wronged you, I will accept nothing less than your life.  Nothing less.  Once accepted, you cannot go back on your word.  Do we have a deal?"</em><br/><br/>Flayer held his hand forth towards Rae, waiting for her own.  It was the glove wrapped with barbed wire, and even in the low light one could see the gleam off its metal blades.  A contract to be bound in blood.<br/>