10670/Agathon

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Agathon
Date of Scene: 05 April 2022
Location: Coffee of Doom, Manhattan
Synopsis: Agathon pays Satana a visit and passes on a request from her Father.
Cast of Characters: Daimon Hellstrom, Satana Hellstrom




Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    It's been a couple of days after Satana moved in with Daimon into their Casa de Hellstrom (for lack of a better name). And now it's time to shop for 'all new' things that she may need for her new abode. But first, there's brunch. Because brunch is the second most important meal of the day - second only to sexual energy draining.

    Mid morning. Coffee of Doom. Satana ordered her brunchies and was given her favorite drink while she sat at a small round table surrounded by two chairs. Just after her first sip, she takes note of a charismatic/attractive man in his mid 30s with dark brown hair, green eyes, and wearing a striking business suit. He's all smiles when he says, "Good morning, Satana, daughter of Satan. It is once again a pleasure to be within your presence."

    A quick use of any preternatural sight (IE: Demon Sight) will reveal that he is not just a mere mortal, but one that is possessed by one of Satan's chief agents. Practically on Satan's 'board of executives'. None other than Agathon

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     Depending on one's disposition, they may or may not be surprised at what kind of man rolls out of a strip club at 2AM and then lingers around the alleyway hitting on anything that walks by. And thus, first meal of the day for Satana. Apologies to the ladies at Flirteeze II for their lack of tips from that particular source from here on out.

     Regardless, settling in for brunch with a mimosa and a delightful little apple cake, she's annoyed when she's interrupted by Agathon in his skinsuit.

     "Mm, I'm sure it always is," she says, looking over the rim of her champagne glass. "What is it that you want?" she asks, tone neutral. One never knows, and with her hair-trigger temper, she's slowly learning not to immediately address interruptions with hostility. No future queen of hell can act like that until she's seated on the throne.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    He bares a nefarious, and toothy grin. He leans forward and states quite clearly, "Rumors of your reuniting with Daimon have spread all the way down to your Father's realm. And with those rumors come the various demonic speculation. And many, including your Father, are curious where this cohabitation may be headed? For if you happened to be plotting something, then there may be other mechanizations that could be piggybacked upon your own."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Can't a girl just enjoy the company of her family without anything being amiss? Maybe I was just lonely in the big city and wanted to be social. Just be direct," she says. "If father wants something, what is it?" she asks. That persuasive power might work on mortals, but it's merely amusing to her. "I see he didn't care to make the trip up to say hello to his darling offspring, so surely it's nothing *that* important."

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Leaning back in his chair, he casually states, "You know your Father is a busy Hell Lord. So, he sent me, his best man. But you and I both know that you're not as shallow and needy as that. You always have a plan, a goal, something that is completely self serving - and that's an admirable trait. While your /brother/ is nothing like your Father, unlike yourself. The true perfection made in your Father's image." He pauses for effect and then leans forward again, "Let's just say that your Father wants something that Daimon possesses within his secret vault."

    The vault hasn't been shown to Satana, nor has she sensed it within the house.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Sorry, no vault, must be a big secret if *I* haven't found it yet," she says. "Because as wise and powerful as I am, I'd know about it, wouldn't I? You wouldn't assume I'd be so ignorant to not have located it?" she says, leveraging a little bit of princess energy. Though if she's faking or genuinely annoyed, it's hard to say. "You try to flatter me one moment only to offend me the next," she says, tossing her hair rather dramatically. Maybe she does just wish her dad would put in the time, but no one's ever going to choke that answer out of her.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    "I mean no offense, dear Princess." he says with some recoil of body and tone of his voice. He says, "I only suggest that within that vault is something your Father desires. An item called 'The Crystal of Souls'. An item that Daimon would surely not miss; for he's nothing but a bumbling buffoon that only cares about the mortals of this realm, little for his family or their legacy."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     She really does enjoy seeing them squirm. It warms her. Just like the mimosa! She orders another by lifting her empty glass, a full one soon in hand. "What does this Crystal of Souls do, exactly? I might want it for myself, it sounds like a wonderful snack. Maybe like an all-day lollipop," she says, licking the rim of her glass while making very direct eye contact. One can almost see the flames crackling away at the very core of her.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Agathon gives a shrug and a response, "That I'm not quite sure. Your Father did not elaborate, and I know better than to ask questions. It only serves to anger him. Personally, I believe it stores souls. I didn't take time to research the item in the library, I raced here to find you - without Daimon. It may also contain a certain soul that he wants for himself."

    He then sits back in his seat. Pressing his back to the chair and ponders quietly before adding, "You know how your Father always has something going on in the wings. Glorious things that bring strength to his realm."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     "Sounds about right. I'll... take another look around the house, but if I haven't already found it- and I am nosy- I'm not sure I can," she says, weighing her options. "And yes, Father is always scheming, It's just our nature," she says, again aligning herself with her sire. "Always a conundrum, he does so love to test his children. TO the point that Daimon is... how he is," she says, shaking her head, not confirming if her bother's disposition is a good thing.

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    Agathon smiles and says with some refined glee, "Wonderful. I will relay your intent to your Father. Praise be his name."

    And with that, the demon Agathon exits the body of the mortal businessman. Who suddenly appears shocked and confused. He looks across to Satana and his mouth opens as if to question the situation.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
     Satana leans back in her chair, smiling at the now confused vessel. "Do you really want to question how you ended up with me, or do you just want to enjoy the fact that it happened?" Though she's going to have to have a chat with her dear brother...

Daimon Hellstrom has posed:
    The businessman is too confused and confounded to question, or even make valid statements/excuses. Instead he stands and walks off while trying to piece it all together.

    The next mimosa is brought for Satana's delight.