Owner	Pose
Daimon Hellstrom	It's nearly 24 hours later after Daimon caught Satana snooping and she revealed the truth about her father's desires for the 'Crystal of Souls'. They had hatched a plan. Daimon would remove the volatile soul from the crystal and replace it with another soul (not as powerful). Not to fool their Father, but to imply that Satana was fooled by Daimon (whereby he had already replaced the souls prior to her even discovering/looting the crystal). Thus, getting their Father off her back. For now. Allowing her to leave in a modicum of peace. Unlike Daimon who is often harassed by their Father.     Daimon emerges from downstairs with the crystal in one hand and a silk bag in the other. Finding his sister within the Grand Room, he says, "Sister; I have for you the item of which our Father desires. Ensure that you are convincing when relaying to him that you discovered it 'as is', not 'as was'. I'd much rather not have to travel to the depths of Hell to retrieve you. Though, if it comes to that - I will."
Satana	Hey, her father's instructions were just to bring the crystal, didn't say anything about what had to be in it.      But it is always so dramatic in the household regardless, as Daimon brings forth the goods. Satana peeks up from her own stack of volumes, lounging about the house in a black slip dress that leaves little to the imagination, her white hair up in a studious bun. "What, you don't think I can charm my way out of trouble?" the succubus asks.
Daimon Hellstrom	An eyebrow is raised followed by a grin of acknowledgement. "I trust you can get your pretty little tail out of any trouble. But I'd much rather see my sister again within hours, not decades."     He will slip the crystal into the silk bag of black and synch tie the leather cords to secure it. He offers his left hand to help her rise while handing her the crystal.
Satana	"You make a good point," Satana replies, taking the little bag. Father does love good packaging. She rises with his help, her attire changing to one of her preferred bodysuits, this one in red and barely holding her bits in. Hell attire! "But we'll see about the timeframe."
Daimon Hellstrom	He'll step back once she's on her own accord and feet. He observes the change, appreciates the presentation and gives a nod. "Then I await your return with bated breath." He gives her plenty of space to teleport away off to Hell without dragging him with her in the wake of the spell. There is genuine concern in his eyes, hoping that his sister fares well with their Father.
Satana	She's a little more reckless than her brother, stepping into the room with the bag, a glow around her, a crackle in the air. She has no need to cackle at this very moment, but then she's gone in a puff of brimstone and cinnamon smoke, navigating with her prize.