<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/bd/dc/d8bddcf915691f1a6084e11275d75f18--mother-art-dota-.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cassandra Blackbriar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252610)</strong></span><br/>Place:  The afterlife?<br/>Time:  Late evening last she knew<br/>Tagging:  New friends, and Lady Adelaide Meeks<br/><br/>Adelaide's response to the question posed to them all didn't surprise Cassandra all that much, given what she knew about her.  Having said that, she wasn't quite ready to slit a vein and sign her name in blood anytime soon.  Besides, while it was pointless to worry about it now, Malcanthet knew their names, had summoned them here as surely as she might have summoned a demon herself, so it wasn't like she couldn't find them again if their new Mistress wanted to do so.  As for the barbarian, Cassandra was surprised, delightfully so, at the revelation of what she was.<strong>"<em>That</em> is a neat trick."</strong>She muttered to herself, her aroused, flushed body wanting to get to know her far better in the days to come, but there were obviously quite a few people now that she wanted to get to know first, Adelaide being the second on that particular list.  Malcanthet herself was, naturally, the first.  Even when the assault on Remi's mind began, that desire didn't change a bit.  If anything, her display of such power only served to stir up the young sorceress even more as she slowly stood on shaky legs.<br/><br/>Seeing the unspoken question on her face, Cassandra shook her head rapidly from side to side, too aroused and turned on to trust her voice to remain steady, but there was a question she wanted to ask all the same.  Swallowing as best she could, Cassandra took a deep breath, then a second, before opening her mouth at last.<strong>"Forgive me for asking my Queen, and while I'm hardly ungrateful, but why offer us this task you've set before us?  Most of us likely don't even follow your ways, barring the young half elf here, and while I can't nor will I ever speak for anyone else, I at least have never had much room for gods or devils alike.  I guess I'm just asking why us and not someone more qualified for what you've asked.  I'll rise to the challenge, make no mistake, but I prefer to know what I can before setting my mind to a task."</strong>She simply sought understanding, especially since while they each had something they could provide no doubt, Cassandra couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone else already in Malcanthet's thrall that would have been better choices.  The sad truth though, was that Cassandra had never felt like she was important, or wanted, outside of mere property value.  That someone, even a devil, would make such an effort on her behalf was ludicrous to her.