<div class="floatright">(http://www.millaj.com/pics/uv151.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center">Zoe Lirlun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=94371.msg4117433#msg4117433)<br/></div><br/>This time she was afraid. There was something inhumane in that laughter... she shivered and edged to her desk, quill topping to the ground in quick almost silent succession.<br/><br/><strong>"Fight evil with evil ? Yes strange demon, for seldom are people of good faith and pure heart one that can directly strike at most things that plague this place. Perhaps were you come from strong spirit and courage or a good heart is enough, but its a strong hand and fast feet and gold or threats to have them joined which seem to dance on others graves here. I know you are smarter than I am, more knowledgeable too perhaps ageless or something of its ilk... still"</strong><br/><br/>She moved quickly like a breeze to another corner of her study, this time her back to a bookcase<br/><br/><strong>"Our kin do not have long enough to see faith like you can, we barely know how to walk before decisions have to be make before we can fathom what they are. We often choose in ways that burn us without ourselves knowing. Can I trust my companions ? Probably not I can trust them to be themselves, to value what they value, I don't trust their values to necessarily be inline with mine, but I do trust life that mine are inline enough .. even though what that may be with could change."</strong><br/><br/>By the time the demon stopped Zoe instinctly had her hand on his chest, as if pushing it away but he didnt seem in any mood to move.<br/><br/>She bit her lip and tried to avoid his gaze. before slipping away her back to a locked door. She was nimble but he as yet had moved slowly, seemingly to judge her ... trapped in her study with a demon she was tricked into making a pact with by her master.<br/><br/>She felt betrayed... yes but that was distant. What was real was those eyes. They didnt look at her, they looked through her, her as a means to its ends .. its plans whatever that may be .. her resolve to not fall into a ball and weep was tempered only by<br/>a surge of new power that almost seemed visible when she looked at her hand.<br/><br/><strong>"I feel I can summon creatures, objects at will and teleport now, thanks to this pact." </strong>Her voice was waving on being shaky, something he was aware of. How afraid his true form would be was something she didnt want to provoke now perhaps not ever.<br/><br/><strong>"I am sure demons find ways to take advantage of pacts from people in the long term, otherwise we wouldnt be warned against it, still, I do wish to have a life of sorts. If you can be civil in public, not scare civilians of our village, act with dignity I will try and see your desires met. I assume you have desires for women of a kind. If so perhaps an agreement can be met"</strong><br/><br/>She was playing with fire here but what choice did she have ?<br/><br/><strong>"If what you do doesn't involve their soul, scaring or disfigurement, mental or physical pain for your relish of delivering it then what is left concerning your wants I will see to. I assume you would be interested in more buxom women than myself, perhaps they can be  paid for service. If I you can tell me what sort of carnal desires please you then I will agree the moment you give me your true name and another I can call you openly"</strong><br/>