<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Sp2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Baa'lethor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kadence, Tiberius, Xenolord, Glasya, Famine, Pestilence, Noelle, Reginald, Open.<br/><strong>Location/time:</strong>Dark Alley, Other Alley, Theatre, Backstage.<br/><br/>It was absolute torture for Baa'lethor to watch helplessly as the situation behind the tavern unfolded. It seemed that this, self-professed: "Demon Hunter" was fostering carnal desires for the fair haired woman with whom he'd shared his very intimate arrival to this realm. Baa'lethor was displeased by this for a number of reasons, chief among them was that the pushy human's presence would further delay the inevitable moment where Baa'lethor could find her alone for long enough to charm her into giving back his<em>Precious</em>.<br/><br/>Making things even more unbearable for the talented Incubus was the fact that this Tiberius fellow seemed to lack any sort of charisma or charm. Even tact seemed foreign to the man, so wound up in his narrow morality that he seemed to force out any trace of logic or even common sense. Apparently the Etherials hadn't been strongly cautioned about keeping a "Low Profile", the way he and Glasya had. In fact, Tiberius seemed hellbent on forcing knowledge of the otherworldly upon the young blond, much to her apparent dismay.<br/><br/>Watching the self-righteous mortal attempting to seduce the woman, was like a master carpenter watching children playing with wood blocks.<br/><br/>Then again, maybe Baa'lethor's frustration was blinding him to the silver lining. Tiberius' continued presence by Kadence's side would effectively keep the rogue demon Shenovi at bay. Neither of the mortals would be able to read the book, and sooner or later Kadence would realize that the book tucked into the hellish labyrinth of her petticoats was not the one she wanted. Then she would seek him out. Furthermore, if this "Demon Slayer" felt soft emotions for Kadence, it made him vulnerable, corruptable, fallible.<br/><br/>Kadence was becoming more useful to Baa'lethor by the second.<br/><br/>Tiberius would have to sleep eventually, and unless things changed drastically, Kadence would sleep alone, behind bolted door. That was when he would appear to her again. That was when he would replenish his spores. For now, he would stick to the task at hand.<br/><br/>Once more, taking to the skies, Baa'lethor the crow soared up, catching sight of Famine intercepting the duo. Perhaps that would spell trouble, but more likely, it would offer Kadence an excuse to abandon the whole situation. Perhaps not, but there was little Baa'lethor could do about it as a bird.<br/><br/>Before returning to the alley where his clothes were hidden, Baa'lethor soared over the top of the theatre, catching sight of the other sacrifice Noelle, for the first time. She was lingering in the rafters, looking whistfully down at Reginald's performance. Swooping low, Baa'lethor cast some spores of "Curious Optimism" down on her, invisible to the eye, but smelling of lilacs and vanilla bean.<br/><br/>The Crow flapped back to the small, dark alley where he had first transformed. Once out of sight, he shifted back to his preferred form and dressed himself once again. After allowing his body to adjust, filling out in the ideal places to make his leather pants stretch around his toned flesh until they looked painted on. With a confident stride, he made his way to the theatre on foot.<br/><br/>As he passed by the growing turmoil out front of the building, Baa'lethor paid no notice to Glasya or Pestilence, both of whom he recognized. Neither did he seem to be hiding from anyone, in fact, he walked to the ticket window with all of the confidence of someone who might well own the building. Baa'lethor didn't much understand the currency that mortals traded, but his pants bore an enchantment that allowed him to reach into the pockets and pull forth as much gold as he could desire. He'd won them off a higher demon on a wager. Baa had fixed the outcome, of course, but it mattered not once the results were final.<br/><br/>In this instance, one thick gold coin was all he required to gain entry, and even that was far beyond the cost of the ticket. Baa'lethor didn't wait for the man in the window to measure change, money was meaningless to him.<br/><br/>Immediately, the smell of the countless, huddled, drunken mortals standing around the "pit" assailed the Incubus' delicate senses. He had no desire to wade through the crowd, instead, he made his way around the outskirts of the crowd, casually watching the last act unfold.<br/><br/>"Pachiko! Report the presence of the rogue Demon Shenovi to our Dark Lord. Return to me with his reaction." Baa'lethor whispered softly to the tiny demon who was lurking just inside the collar of his tunic. "But don't reveal any more than I've tasked you with. Go now."<br/><br/>Without more than a nod, Pachiko vanished into a tiny portal that he opened on Baa'lethor's shoulder, just as the performance was getting truly interesting. The crowd gasped at the sudden violence, but Baa only smiled. The smell told him immediately that it wasn't Reginald's blood, some trick of staging. He applauded with the others, moving toward the curtain that separated the audience from backstage.<br/><br/>"Pardon me, good Sir." Baa'lethor said to the Stage hand who was watching the curtain, wafting heavy pores of "Kneejerk Compliance" that smelled like fresh Strawberries and well-water. "I have need of an audience with the stage Manager, and if possible the star of this fine performance. I am a producer, you see. And I've come a great distance to commission a new production from the talented and World-Famous Mr. Carter."<br/><br/>The Incubus grinned, the stage hand had pulled back the curtain before he'd even finished speaking. Once more, he made his way confidently past witless protection into the wings. Using the wind to flutter up a batch of "Playful Curiosity" spores, smelling of puppy breath and forget-me-not flowers. He would lock eyes with her the instant she looked in his direction. Only breaking the trance-like gaze when Reginald moved off the stage and into the cloud of waiting scent.<br/><br/>"Mr. Carter!" Baa'lethor smiled, extending a hand to shake, but unsure how to make eye contact with a wicker basket. "It is an honor to meet you at last. Might I borrow a moment of your time perhaps?"<br/><br/>Baa'lethor wished he'd saved some spores of "Kneejerk Compliance" but perhaps Curiosity would work just as well. If all else failed, he'd flash some gold. That never failed to capture the attention of mortals.