<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Dante &amp; Kasper</span></div><br/><div align="center">Image removed at artist's request.  (http://oi48.tinypic.com/244ob4n.jpg)</div><br/>Pale blue eyes stay trained onto the woman, despite the natural flame his eyes held, boredom reigned predominate.<em>Bored.</em>His sins were buried within less barbaric displays. Could he maintain a position so demanding as head of GHOST? Absolutely. Had he any interest in doing so? Fuck no. But if he<em>had</em>, things would certainly run differently. Dante wasn't the kind to dirty his hands.<br/><br/>Yet how could a demon like Kasper understand when he was born in the rot? Raised and fed on it, all filth and decay. No, Kasper wasn't like Dante. A putrid soul doesn't lose sleep over soiled hands. Kasper thrived on it.<br/><br/>Dante observed anyway. It was his job to, until the job was finished and so long as breath filled her lungs, the job still needed doing. "I'm gonna cleave your skull in half, dumb bitch," Kasper purred, voice rough like asphalt but rich like silk, "And then your gonna answer me."<br/><br/>Well. Kasper's technique of interrogation didn't always make sense. Dante hadn't understood until Kasper had all but forced Dante's skill set to expose itself. And this was how he did it. As promised, Kasper raised his arm, bringing it back down so that the dull axe wedged itself into the woman's skull. The sound was sickening, a crunch before the gruesome squelch as Kasper pinned her head down with his foot, working the axe back out of her head. Repeat.<br/><br/>She was dying but still alive. Every sense she felt was broadcast like a fucking radio station to Dante. He had just tuned in to what had been a fuzzy channel, now ever so clear. It worked best when Dante held eye contact, and he'd become good at it, quickly able to find whatever it was he was searching for, sometimes finding treasures he hadn't been searching for. Exposed like a paid for whore.<br/><br/>"She was telling the truth," Dante translated, "Well, she thought she was at least… She just happens not to be too good at observing and performing simple math."<br/><br/>"Or listening, 'course that's any bitch," Kasper added. "So, it's true then? She's his trump card?" the demon asked, his clothes and face speckled with blood, some of which he smeared as he wiped the back of his hand across his brow.<br/><br/>"…I think she holds the ability to make not only Aciel more powerful but just about anybody, at least while she's in their presence. Telling from the pattern I noticed. I think that somehow she can control it, but I'm not entirely sure."<br/><br/>"Never felt anything from her. Well, outside of wanting to bend the bitch over… 'Course that's any bitch," Kasper explained, thinking of the black eyed sister of Aciel. The research Kasper had been conducting had brought evidence that Sytri seemed to have some effect on others' powers. Of course, Kasper wanted to expose and make use of such a trait. "Nox!" Kasper hollered for one of the finer sexed members<br/><br/><em>Your patient's about to bleed out,</em>Dante gave Noxis a heads up of what would be expected of her. Kasper wasn't done with their victim and wasn't about to let her bleed out into bliss. He'd keep her alive because for NEPHILIM, there was no easy way out of this life.<br/><br/>Dante didn't wait to be dismissed, Kasper didn't really work like that. On his way out, Eril lingered outside the entrance, "I thought rats only lingered around death. None today, myshka. Come, before Kasper takes his volatile appetite out on you." Eril, lowest of the low held no semblance of respect from other members and Kasper could always use a punching bag. But Dante felt the rat could serve some purpose…