http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1517210<br/><br/>Chihiro hadn't been best pleased when she got word of the new plan from her masters. It wasn't that she had a problem working with others. She just wasn't used to working with<em>equals.</em>Chihiro was a woman used to controlling others, whether back home in Luthe or in the Demon City. She had of course attended the Conventicle Malfeasant. Having a home in Malfeas was wonderful (two, counting her manse). The sights, sounds, pleasures and wonders of her new home were incredible. She was a regular member of the Thing Infernal and understood that she and the others like her would need to work together sometimes to accomplish the goals of their mutual masters. She supposed her only objection to this assignment was that it felt too soon.<br/><br/>She was doing good work in the Coastal Satrapies. Important work. Twisting the minds of the so-called freedom fighters, secretly recruiting and controlling the slave hunters, all of it was building to a crescendo. Given enough time she would<em>own</em>the Coastal Satrapies. The idiots who bleated for freedom already fell over themselves to worship her, their "savior". With enough effort, she could get that mass of brainwashed slaves worshipping her, and through her, worshipping the Yozis. She could build a powerbase that would be of real use to the Reclamation. And it would all be one step closer to reclaiming her birthright: Luthe. With Luthe under her control she could give the Reclamation a powerful naval force in the west, equal to or even greater than Kimberry's Lintha. And she had no doubt she could use the worship her past self had to twist Leviathan and his cult around her fingers. The only thing was that all of this would take time. So she hated that she was called away from that work now. But duty called.<br/><br/>She'd told her faithful dupes that she was being called away. It wasn't that unusual. They already thought she was a holy woman so they easily accepted when she told them that she had to be away for periods to meditate and obtain the wisdom of the gods. Of course, she'd already weaned them away from worship of the false little gods of Creation and towards the worship of her and her gods. She'd taken off in the middle of the evening from the hidden Solar manse she "so graciously" donated to the cause and set out for Dalanth. It was a good thing her wings had been of blue jade before they were tainted. They allowed her to fly even when she slept. She soared for days to make it at the appointed time, and touched down in the fields some way outside the city and made her way in on foot. The humble pilgrim routine was old hat to her by now. Just let the cloak formed by her closed wings fall just so to cover the clothing, keep her arms tucked in, muffle the sound of her jingling coin purses, the usual. Once she'd charmed the gate guards, she made her way to the tavern Damiel had proposed.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure what to think of Damiel. She recalled seeing him at the Thing Infernal and knew of him in general. Quite the superstar back home. Very accomplished. And the fact that he'd tamed and corrupted a Solar and Lunar spoke well of him. She wasn't sure what he'd be like to work with though. Him or his pets. She made her way to the Silver Tankard at a leisurely pace. Once she was inside she saw Damiel's Solar pet on stage, dancing. Chihiro had an appreciation of dancing. Probably had something to do with the gilmyne that had formed her Chrysalis. And she certainly appreciated how the woman was making slaves of the watching fools with movement and suggestion alone.<br/><br/>When she spotted Damiel she walked over and took a seat next to him. "Good morning. She is a lovely performer, is she not?" She figured that since Damiel had been here longer, she'd let him set the public tone of their meeting for now.