my-modus-operandi:

 

                              _{Dark haired, pale eyed, and tall, both stand, but that, seemingly, is where the similarities end.} 

                              _{She is, physically - though perhaps more than simply physically- , s o f t e r. Her silhouette slopes gracefully, never a sharp moment in her body or countenance, except in her eyes, which seem to stand out from the rest of her - Pale,  w i d e, and age-old, as they watch the God cautiously.}

                              _{Of course, she herself dips her chin also, her feet crossing over and knees bending slightly, the remnants of a curtsey that died out years ago.}

               _{”Simply Dantalion is fine,” she replied, standing back straight, ensuring her shoulders remain back, instead of in their usual position.  R e s p e c t   is something hard to obtain from those of power, and one must put effort even in the  s m a l l e s t   details, this she knows. “Or even Dante, if you prefer.”}

                       _{She doesn’t particularly care any more. What was the quote?}

   'What's in a name? A rose by any other would smell as sweet?'

           _{Though, of course, sweet was hardly an apt word. Nor would she say it was.}

                                                               _{”—Oh, I don’t believe zat in ze slightest.”}

     _{He will continue to smile, of course; some form of divinity, however malicious and twisted it sat, curving his lips into that look of utter mistrust and manipulation. It intrigues him, beyond all recognition of the word and fore factor, to have such a meeting.}

                  _{Loki, himself, is known to be a Master of Dark Magic. And to meet a harbringer of this such thing; but   e x p a n d i n g upon that, to levels even  h e  found challenging to comprehend?}

          _{Oh, it was like Christmas. Christmas, in that his little gateway to information about the world of Darkness his adversary heralded from, was, possibly, not simply a soldier, but a}

                                     D u c h e s s.

           _{"Dantalion,“ he will repeat, the word gracing his tongue like sweet wine. "I must admire your choice of name. It’s elegant.”}

    _{“And why not?” Loki hums, his voice a melodrama of the chiming of tarnished bells. “My dear, there is nothing foul about the things I speak. I fear, shouldthere be, I may come out of such a thing… not quite so lightly.”}

         _{A short, sideward glance to the confines of the alleyway, and he is left with the knowledge that they are still, in fact, alone. For a moment, he appears pensive.}

     _{"What fates have brought me to you this day, must clearly have a reason for hand,“ he states. "Is it the want of souls you stalk these alleyways for?”}

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   Biting down softly on her lip, Dantalion tried to deny the soft flicker of a scowl as she watched him, listened to him,...

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   Ah, Loki would have came to expect humour from a Demon. Of course he must. When a creature has everything they need; and...

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