No wealth 

Name: Mephistopheles

Human Name: Dierick Clouse 

Nicknames: Scratch, Satan, Mephisto, plasterer of lies, The Deliverer, Malthael King of the Crossroads

Species: Demon 

Titles: Hell Lord. The Keeper of Souls, King of Limbo 'The First Circle of Hell'

Age: Unknown

Affiliation: Hell

Mephistopheles is not the Devil. He’s Mephistopheles or Mephisto. He’s a devil or a demon, but he’s not the Devil. 

He’s not a Biblical creature and didn’t come out of ancient Middle Eastern religions that Christianity (or some earlier religion) might have demonized. He wasn’t a competing tribe’s god and doesn’t appear in the Bible, except perhaps, as Judas. He appears as Faustus is giving in to temptation, using demonic magic to summon him. But it seems Mephistopheles is not summoned; he was just passing by. Faust has no powers over Mephistopheles, but both are gentlemen and each agrees to service under a contract. Mephisto will serve Faust for a time, and then Faust will go to Hell. For Faust, it’s a fair price to pay. Hell can’t be all that bad, and twenty four years of life is invaluable.

Mephisto's realm includes the Arena of Tainted Souls where tainted souls are locked in perpetual combat. Mephisto delights in impersonating the Biblical Satan. Empowered by the souls of the damned, he often strikes deceptive bargains with the living. Mephisto takes particular interest in the souls of extremely powerful or exceptionally pure beings. But mostly he takes personal interest in those who are already corrupt.

Living in many forms, Mephisto would keep wandering around the living collecting corrupted souls and bringing them down to hell. He amuses the corrupted souls letting them do what their hearts desires only to have them fall in the end.  Once a servant of the devil he had gained great knowledge on his own but he doesn't tell anyone. With the many souls he has collected gave him the rank as a Hell-Lord who takes his own rules.

Mephisto was well known for dabbling with dark magic using it for his own advantages over others. Whispers spoke of a demon who came to a woman one night teaching her the powers of witch craft that only she could master. He even told her that she was the most powerful being who could master the power of magic. She was of course a chaotic soul that wanted nothing more than power, so Mephisto told her a way by gather all the wicked people from her home town and make a ritual to gain her and their desires. Shame herself for believing the devil, for in the end she was found out casting spells while the wicked souls would become mad accusing everyone to be a witch until the devil collected his due, Mephisto thought it was cute as they called the tragedy  'The Salem Witch Trials.'

Now Mephisto doesn't like to stick in the crowd for so long; he likes to express himself more as a trickster rather than a ruler. But he manages to do both at times, Some say that he is a master of lies, others say he is evil personified. No one knows for certain, but one thing is certain; He is the deliverer of souls. One tale in particular would be the story of Faust and his first encounter with Mephisto or Mephistopheles giving him a few days to live and when the time came he took him straight to hell. However, not much is still known about Mephisto which the story may still be just that; a story. 


We Fallen Few

Only few know this, other would not believe it; but the truth was, Mephistopheles wasn't always Mephistopheles. Before Lucifer rebelled Mephistopheles was once an Angel of wisdom; his name-- was Malthael. He was one who prefers to explore and meet the new children and beasts that god had made.  He would always gaze upon earth and dream of one day becoming an Archangel.  But even if he dreams he still has his duty as a scribe of god.

His duty involved writing down the word of the lord and teaching new angels on defense and the arts of guidance.  He didn't teach order recruits; owe no he had also tuitered the elites as well. His favorite pupils were the main three; Lucifer, Gabriel and Michael.  They may have known how to handle themselves with a sword, but without Malthael the arts of strategy and emotion would be in a uncontrolable state.  Other then teaching, Malthael had a knack for creating artifacts and landmarks. God once told him to build a realm for those that would cause corruption in the world of men. 

That realm was not called hell at the time, but the name fit perfectly for the land that he helped create. When the time came Lucifer came to Malthael asking him for aid  on the rebellion agaonst God. His fellow scribes believed that he would turn such a thing down but Malthael surprised everyone by accepting Lucifer's request. The rebellion was long, and Malthael was now standing in front of his favorite Pupils; Gabriel.  He knew what was to come and he accepted his fate as Gabriel ripped of Malthael's wings and casted him out of heaven and into the realm he made; That was how Mephistoheles came to be.  

No Land



No Silver

The Hell Lord looks like the every  day appearance of the devil, but with out the horns. However, he does hold one look that he uses at times when he is top side. Looking rather strapping with a suit and tie. Brownish hair and around 5 ft 8.  He uses that form almost all the time so expect to have a few glances from people whenever he is around.  But always remember; behind the face is a cold hearted demon that would not flinch when its your time to leave the world.

Demon Blade

Mephistopheles choice of weapon that he keeps by his side at all times. This blade can kill angels, and deities alike, he crafted it on his own; other high level demons have blades such as these when they have gone through the war between Angels and Demons. Mephistopheles was one of the elites, and he keeps his blade within his cane and keeps it sheathed. The blade can cut through anything, even the hardest substance, even magic as well. But he barely uses it and doesn't let anyone know about this since he likes to keep it as a surprise.  


No Gold 




Mephisto is not one to judge when it comes to sharing a bed, he is not shy when it comes to sex. But most of the time he prefers to be single and always mingle.  When he is finished with them however, he does not care of what happens next. 

Lucifer Morningstar- One that Mephistopheles trusts with his being. He doesn't want to leave the fallen angels said no matter what. When Lucifer let hell He would visit him whenever he could. Mephistopheles tends to be Lucifer's advisor at times.






Nothing satisfies me but your soul



Powers & Abilities

  • Immortality: Mephisto is suggested to be immortal because of his self-description that he lived long before the universe existed.
  • Dark Magic: When Mephisto reveals himself to Faust with his dark magic for the first time, he says he is a part of that power that always wants evil, but always makes good, which might mean that Mephisto is part of evil itself.
  • Shape-Shifting: Mephisto came into Faust's lab by disguising himself as a poodle.
  • Controlling Elements: Mephisto said that he tried to destroy the world often with the elementals and if he would not have kept fire for himself, he would never have anything. In "Auerbach's Keller", he creates a small flame to scare the guests.
  • Reality-Warping: In the movie (but not in the book), he is shown to warp reality: in the disguise of a poodle (the poodle's not seen in the movie), he ran behind a shelf in Faust's lab, starting to shift his shape with smoke. When Faust tried to command the being he let come into his house, shouting against the smoke, Mephistopheles is shown to sit already on the floor behind Faust.


  • Deals/Contracts- Mephistopheles can only  use greater magic by deals and is bound by them.  Without making a deal all he can do is what regular demons with power can do.
  • Holy Blade: An angels blade could kill him and make him cease to exist.
  • Lucifer:  Mephistopheles would do always be by his side when he asks of him. He would die for him and would  come back to him even if he was betrayed by the fallen angel.
  • Host: Not much of a weakness; more like a need,  No mortal could comprehend his demonic appearance, they could only see what their minds would allow. So in order to fit in he seeks out worthy vessels that could sate his needs and desire


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Single (Pansexual)

Character Appearance

Face Claim:Josh Holloway Eye color: Light blue Hair color: dirty blonde

Character Personality

Mischievius Manipulative wicked sense of humor

Character Likes

Power Souls His realm

Character Dislikes

those who try to take his souls Betrayal

Character History/Story

A Class Two Demon or Hell-lord, Mephisto rules a fiery nether realm that he refers to as Hell or Hades, though it is neither the Biblical Hell nor Pluto's Olympian Hades. In the distant past, Mephisto became engaged to the lover of one of his former soldiers, then manipulated that demon into slaying his lover; the demon became Darklove, cursed to always perform the opposite of love. Mephisto's realm includes the Arena of Tainted Souls where tainted souls are locked in perpetual combat. Mephisto delights in impersonating the Biblical Satan. Empowered by the souls of the damned, he often strikes deceptive bargains with the living. Mephisto takes particular interest in the souls of extremely powerful or exceptionally pure beings. Long ago, Mephisto entered a rivalry with the demonic Zarathos and struck a bargain with the young prince who eventually became Centurious, the Soulless Man. Together, they brought down Zarathos, and Mephisto began a long process of tormenting Zarathos by bonding him with mortals. Knowing Zarathos was connected to the ancient Spirits of Vengeance, Mephisto became obsessed with controlling the Medallion of Power, a mystic talisman housing the essences of the Spirits. This led Mephisto to the Kale family, who bore shards of the Medallion within their souls. In the 18th century, Mephisto bargained with the overzealous madman Pastor Kale, hoping to gain the soul of the Pastor's son, Noble. This eventually led to the creation of the Dan Ketch Ghost Rider. Throughout history, Mephisto has exploited the spiritually adrift. In Europe, he granted a group of mystics (the future Mys-Tech) immortality in exchange for a yearly quota of souls. He also corrupted sea captain Joost van Straaten, who became the infamous Flying Dutchman. Benedicto de vica Severtes once dealt with Mephisto to gain the love of Beatriz, and prevented Mephisto from claiming his soul by encasing himself in mystical armor, becoming the Brass Bishop, but after centuries of evading Mephisto, his soul was finally claimed when the hero Puck cracked his armor. Prior to World War II, Mephisto duped a group of German scientists into believing in the Vril, a perfect race that had allegedly ruled Earth before the age of man and had relocated to an extradimensional realm. These scientists developed a portal to the Vril, though their project was shut down at war's end. Surviving project member Thule secretly continued this work in the Rocky Mountain base Schamballah, assisted by a growing band of neo-Nazis. Enlarge Image In recent years, Mephisto has been increasingly fascinated by Earth's super-beings, and has particularly coveted the Silver Surfer's pure spirit. Mephisto tried to tempt the newly Earth-bound Surfer with power and physical pleasure, even offering up the Surfer's beloved Shalla-Bal, but the Surfer resisted. Undeterred by this failure, Mephisto has repeatedly threatened the Surfer, Thor, Daredevil and many other heroes. He sent the ghostly Flying Dutchman back to Earth to attack the Surfer, but the Dutchman renounced Mephisto. When Noble Kale's descendant Naomi Kale sought to undo the Kale family curse, she offered Mephisto her soul in exchange for his promise that the curse would not plague her firstborn son. She hoped this might break the curse forever, but Mephisto taunted her with assurances that even if her son John could not become "the" Ghost Rider, he could certainly become "a" Ghost Rider. Years later, when John Blaze turned to the occult in a futile attempt to save the life of his adopted father, Mephisto appeared to him in the guise of Satan. Claiming Blaze's soul, Mephisto bonded the human with the captured Zarathos as a new Ghost Rider. Mephisto's power over the soul of Doctor Doom's mother led him into several conflicts with the Latverian monarch, battling each other annually on Halloween. Allied with fellow Hell-lords Satannish, Thog and Satan, Mephisto manipulated the demonic Six-Fingered Hand into helping him create Hell on Earth, but the non-team known as the Defenders thwarted their efforts. After Thor freed mortal souls from his Hell, Mephisto attempted to slay Thor's then-human form, Dr. Donald Blake, employing the deceased Darkoth against him, but Darkoth had no love for Mephisto, and had Thor destroy him. Mephisto has menaced the Fantastic Four on several occasions, including one involving the demonologist Elspeth Cromwell who mistakenly invoked him, allowing him to capture Reed and Susan Richards and their son Franklin. Mephisto had gained tremendous power by the evil of the extraterrestrial Dire Wraiths who were invading Earth at the time, but lost this power when the spaceknight Rom banished the Dire Wraiths, and Mephisto was temporarily destroyed by Franklin. Mephisto later re-formed, missing five fragments of his essence. He tricked the villain Master Pandemonium into gathering these fragments, which Pandemonium believed to be pieces of his own lost soul, and Mephisto was eventually restored to full strength. This resulted in the destruction of the Scarlet Witch's twin sons, whom she had mystically created by unwittingly trapping and transforming two of Mephisto's power fragments. A rivalry developed with the Asgardian death goddess Hela, who stole several souls that Mephisto considered his. Scheming to force Thor to oppose Hela, Mephisto temporarily stole the souls of several heroes, including the Invisible Woman, Jean Grey and Rogue, before finally claiming the one he'd sought all along: the Thunder God's. After a series of confrontations with the Fantastic Four, X-Factor, the X-Men and the Avengers, Mephisto freed Thor's soul, but his plot succeeded. Having seen the horrors in store should the realm of death ever expand to engulf the living, Thor vowed to stand against Hela's advances forevermore. Enlarge Image With at least one rival neutralized, Mephisto sought other means of increasing his power. When the godlike Beyonder came to Earth seeking understanding of humanity, Mephisto attempted to sway him by offering his own warped view of mortals, sending Zarathos to test Spider-Man's morality. When Mephisto tricked the herald of Galactus, Nova, into becoming more bloodthirsty in her duties, the Silver Surfer and Galactus both opposed the demon. Galactus and Mephisto engaged in a cosmos-shaking battle that left the Hell-Lord badly beaten. More failed attempts to gain the Medallion of Power followed, as well a brief period in which Mephisto served as an advisor to Thanos, who then held the Infinity Gauntlet. Mephisto lied to Thanos about his origins, linking them to the Infinity Gems, in the hopes of gaining the villain's trust. Thule's Eye of Force eventually achieved its goal, opening a portal to the "Vril," only for them to be revealed as Mephisto's demon elite. Mephisto devoured Thule as payment, but his intended invasion of Earth was thwarted by Cloak and Dagger, Spider-Man, and Ghost Rider (Dan Ketch). Mephisto once stole the soul of Odin while he was in his Odinsleep, and Loki possessed Odin's form, but Odin ultimately reclaimed his body and Mephisto took Loki's soul, his true goal all along. After months in Hell, Loki's spirit eventually escaped. Mephisto empowered suicidal Chris Daniels into the superhuman Suicide, cursing him so that only the Ghost Rider (Ketch) could slay him, hoping that Suicide could force Ketch into committing murder. The demon later attempted to seduce the Silver Surfer by mimicking the form of Nova (Frankie Raye), and Mephisto ruthlessly murdered Avengers member Mockingbird after the Avengers interfered in Mephisto's clash with rival demon Satannish over the souls of the Lethal Legion. Mephisto later helped the hero Hellcat destroy Satannish. Appreciating the strength mortals drew from family and friendships, Mephisto mystically created two children for himself: a son named Blackheart, whom he deemed worthy of being his heir, and a daughter named Mephista. Mephista would wage war upon Doctor Strange, but Blackheart targeted first Daredevil and later the Dan Ketch Ghost Rider. Mephisto sought to teach his son the ways of ruling Hell, but Blackheart's ambition began to rival his own and they turned on each other. Blackheart temporarily overthrew his father and claimed the throne of Hell, but he eventually lost it to Noble Kale, who was in turn cast out by a renewed Mephisto. After reclaiming his throne, Mephisto once more began focusing on acquiring more souls for his realm. His efforts to claim the Black Panther (T'Challa) were thwarted when he was nearly overwhelmed by all of the Black Panther spirits throughout history. The Haazareth demons who granted Doctor Doom magical power against the Fantastic Four are within Mephisto's domain, and tormented Doom for their master when he offended their patronage. Mephisto took advantage of Spider-Man's desperation to save his Aunt May's life, after she was shot by one of the Kingpin's snipers. In exchange for her restored health, Spider-Man had to sacrifice his marriage to Mary Jane Watson, as the demon would revel in the elimination of a sacred and holy bond of love, and Spider-Man's innate suffering (despite losing memory of the event). The couple agreed, and Mephisto altered time such that the Parkers never exchanged wedding vows. As part of the deal, Mephisto removed the knowledge of Spider-Man's secret identity from the world. Through this event, Harry Osborn was somehow restored to life.

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Contracts Demon minions Magical artifacts

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The ability to manipulate fire To grow in size Shapeshift Portals

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Paragraph, Multi-Para

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Fantasy, Romance, Violence, Rated R, 18+, Gore, Action, Adult

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  • “Well I was born as , well what counts as demon nobility. My father being an angel of hell and one of Lucifer’s close consorts. Mother was eithersome ice deity or demonic gargoyle. I know not.  I use to act something’s like an aristocrat. I look my thumb up and down at many demons, of course they were lesser then me. No room for nicesities in hell and the stronger demons push the weaker ones around. Natural order of things I suppose. The strongest, fastest, smartest, most cunning demons, are the ones who survive the longest. “


    She would push the black rim glasses up on her nose and perform a curtesy to his bow.   Then she cleared her throat and spoke. 

    “There is already one hell. I do not see the point in the creation of a second one. While I did play the road of crossroad demons and later took over as queen of the crossroads.  All the soul contract handling and paperwork grew bore some.  I rather like earth as is.  I do not want to participate in bringing hell on earth for there are a number of things that I enjoy here that I cannot in hell.  I suppose too many demons are vulgar brutes that have no sense but to cause wanton destruction. 

    I think this place has potential and it be a shame to leave it untapped. Don’t you agree?”

  • The LichQueen would speak at this time, her voice hollow and devoid of emotion. She gripped the hilt of her sword, Frostmourne, tighter as her eyes flowed a burning blue when she spoke. 

    “ This demon is not like the others. These ...... humaniod shape demons act in a very different capacity then the ones from my past.  He may just help me achieve my goals and an alliance could be beneficial.  Listen to what he has to say,my pet. Also, I think you should take a less cumbersome form while here. “


    Daurgo would listen to his Queen and decided to hear what the demon had to say. Opening his huge maw, he could cough up a large hunk of ice onto the floor and then gently bite it , in order to make a few deep cracks within the ice shard. Then his body would slowly begin to melt and convert into a purple black miasma cloud and seep into the cracks of the shard. His entire body would vanish inside of the shard and a few seconds later, the shard began growing a multitude of cracks until it eventually exploded and a body rose up from the ground.  

    Daurgo has created the practice of carrying whatever body he was going to puppeteer, inside of his gullet, so that he could have access to the body on the go.  At this time, he was using the body of a slain viking who’s spirit had already entered Valhalla.  The LichQueen turned her gaze as she saw the twin frost swords of the great Lich Bane. A weapon she had been looking to acquire after painstakingly gaining Shadowmourne and Frostmourne.  

    Daurgo would speak a sense he dusted off a few ice shards from his form. 

    “Well I see you came bearing gifts. That’s always a smart thing to do but beware strangers bearing gifts? I hope I need not worry about that.  Now, what acts have I committed that has you so smitten and I make no apologies for those that I have committed. The queen tells me to listen to what you have to say and offer and so I shall. 

    Bringing those swords here was a very nice touch.  So, tell us more, stranger. “

  •    The detective sat back, listening to every word Ingrid would speak, taking it all in.  The first part to stick with her, it would be about a room that had not been booked out, though used from two staff members, and Ingrid clearly didn't need to go into further detail about it, because Catherine understood where she had been going with it.  Yet, an affair, between the now deceased and Mr. Clouse? How long before his death had it occurred, or when had it started? Would Mr. Clouse himself, or Ingrid have been one of the last two to have seen Nathan alive? If the cuffs were the only thing found after this encounter inside that room, would they now play a vital part of this investigation, and need to be collected for evidence? A few small scenarios, questions now running throughout her mind.  Sooner, rather than later, they would need to come out into the open, and another word would have to be had with Mr. Clouse as well.  And then, there was the second part to have stuck with her, it was Ingrid not knowing Nathan was dead? Sighing a little to herself, while she watched the woman.  It was her job, duty to let Ingrid in on this, so she could hear the news, she knew that, but little, by little, and shortly, she thought to herself.  This is how she would begin when she spoke once more.

    "Your assistance in this, is appreciated.  Everything you have just told me, or showed me, it is important that I, and my team of officers know.  Following this meet, I'd like to leave my card with you, one you can give me call on anytime, and to my direct work line, if something else comes up that you feel is important.

    If that is alright, Ingrid?"

        A reasonable pause followed, and how to continue on from there, that her thought process.  Yet, before she knew it, the detective spoke once more, it seeming her mind's thoughts already knew where to take this conversation.

    "Do you mind if I ask you a few more questionsOn that day you spotted Mr. Clouse and Nathan leaving a room together, is there a possible date and time you can provide me with?  And, was that the last time you saw Nathan.. Or, you saw him following that day perhaps?"

        Then and there, it all lay in Ingrid's court once more, the detective watching the woman, watching her expressions to see if it would change, how much if so, but mostly she now waiting on those questions to be answered.

  • (Getting to your reply. Wanted to ask. Since we agreed on them having a back story. Getting to know one another during like the dark ages. Medieval times and coming to present modern day with them having a past. I was think of creating a second dragon character. A baby sister to Daurgo.  Not a Lich like him but like a demonic dragon. Perhaps we can say that she was nearly killed in battle like her brother and a demon took over to possess her but later got suppress by the Lich Queen or the Norse

    god Hod.  She will become something of a pet of his and blessed by him. Not making her a dragon goddess but something akin to a semi goddess. She will have ice powers like her brother but where he has necromancy due to being a Lich, she would have powers over dark and cold, ice and shadow like HoD. 

    Either dragon goddess or she got spared from death by a demon and got infused with demonic energies that amplified the power she got from the Norse god and your character could have been the demon to do it. Maybe he did some research into the Lich Queen and Daurgo and decided thst if the blades and whatever else didn’t win him over. Bringing his long lost baby sister, like “back from the dead” would go a long way to earning his favor and she be part dragon part demon with some god imbued gifts, namely the amp up ice and shadow powers and have some demonic abilities from becoming demonized. 

    Still working out the kinks but wanted to ask if you be interested in also being a part of her backstory. A big part as he can be the demon that demonized her and saved her from death and the demonic aspect made her stronger then ever.  Let me know what you think and I’ll have that reply later today or tommorrw.)

  • Nikolas’ brow furrowed. He could have blinked a few times with the surprise that he’d gotten a seemingly stumped expression back from the man. When Mephistopheles laughed, the stare he got back was even more perplexed. He didn’t know whether a demon looking him in the face and laughing could be taken as a good thing.

    His mouth opened for a second or so, only to close again when the other’s words proceeded. Chewing on what he was told, even down to the last condition, he eventually nodded some with a hint of reluctance. “Alright… Fair enough.” He responded. A question for a question it was.

    What surprised him the most of it all? He was getting an answer to at least one of his questions. The second… he knew wasn’t coming. Not with the way his hands had begun to shake, closed to fists in his lap to ease it. When said answer came, it hardly meant he knew how to take it. It took a moment for his face to go blank. Another for his eyes to widen, attempting a straight face, but his expression had dropped all too quickly. Inner circles. Lucifer. Legions. Are you shitting me? Nik’s face said it all, when he certainly wouldn’t. A certain part of him knew the man wasn’t jerking him around. Whether it was his tone of voice, or the swelling of the demon’s pride somewhere deep, deep down.

     “That was it, then? The last time, on the street… He came out to speak.” His head shook. “I’m first. And I’m not out of questions either.” One more tightening of his fists and he released said grip, easing up as he took a breath. If he was getting ill over it, maybe he was asking the right questions after all. “Why was I the one he chose?”

  • The Minister, unsurprisingly resented being called something as low and insignificant as an "insect". No. He would show this insolent little demon who was truly insignificant. Of that, he would promise.

    It was in these final moments before the fight that the Judge would utter the same words he had said to every Gypsy he had ever sentenced to death. But they were altered slightly, for one so wicked. "May the lord have mercy on your wretched soul....if you should even have one." 

    Raising his sword and clutching the handle with two hands, Frollo swung the blade to the right, hoping the tip of the sword would find it's mark on Mephistopheles' throat.

  • Agnes took a moment to compose herself, how she wasn't currently drenched in mysterious dark liquid. She inhaled deeply and shook her head as she sighed.

    "There's nothing left, he's not a separate....thing anymore." Agnes said, looking around to see if the hallucinations were still there, and they weren't. That much she found comfort in. 

    "Oh, this?" She inquired, holding the fabric of the jacket. "Thanks...I guess." Fangs, he's got fangs, she thought to herself in an unimpressed tone. Everybody has them like they're some sort of trend. Don't even get her started with vampires.

  •     Catherine had not expected the conversation to have started out this way, as in to hear the woman somewhat panic, as she instantly spoke about Nathan, swearing that she wouldn't do it again.  A confession?  Ingrid showing remorse, and this a confession due to that, or was it something else entirely, yet still in regards to Nathan?' It was not clear where Ingrid had gone to with this, and that is what would have left the detective briefly confused, so she paused a little following her words, they repeating themselves in her head.  In time however, it was clear she had to continue, and following a slight clearing of her throat, this is how she would do so.

    "We should take this one step at a time.  Yes?"

        Catherine watched the woman briefly, not wishing for her to get so worked up, that she would not be able to speak any longer.  The detective did not speak that in an upset manner, nor with annoyance, yet just in a way she hoped it would help the woman to calm down ever so slightly, or even more than that.  When it seemed enough time would have passed, the brunette then tried again.

    "What did you mean by all of that, when you brought up Nathan? When you said, I mean I didn't know he would be into all of that, I swear? Is it about what had happened to him, or something else? You can talk to me, but please take your time with this.  Just remember, nice, and slow, Ingrid."

  • Nick was at a lost, he didn't know what to say, he wanted to say something to all of his comments but was lost for translation, how it should come out if anything he was willing to share without giving himself away. Nick lets out a heavy sigh and sratches the back of his head looking away from Clouse. Nick gives a small chuckle at the chalamile tea part, as much as he could go for a cup to relax his nerves he has to stay alert and focussed on the case he is currently on as he is already being threatened by his clients, they have leverage over him and he is already in danger along with a detective he cares deeply for, now this? Another case which Nick has now put in order ties back with a past hit he did. He cannot just come clean and say that Belmont was in the right or wrong, after hearing the motive Nick knows that Belmont is guilty of shooting down this Damien though the reason behind doing so honestly falls down on Nick as Nick was the one that killed Belmont's father which now is making Nick feel sick to his stomache. All of these cases he has been trying to wrap up on that have nearly gotten him killed from escaping his dark past let alone trying to recover from his time in Afghanistan, he is doing his best from not breaking under the pressure, he could honestly just go for a hypnosis lesson and just have someone brainwash him into forgetting all the horrible things he has done so he may have a clean start, though that was never going to happen, no, this is his punishment. 

    Nick finally speaks after the longest time, "well it seems Belmont does have motive, I don't know how much help I would be to him" though Nick thinks to himself - 'though in all honesty I am the one to blame and should come forward so either I will be sent to prison or Belmont will come after me next, just one enemy after the next'. Nick sighs at the thought of this, turning this case down will either mae him seem like a lost cause for someone to go to for help or if he takes this case then its defending a man who killed someone because of him. Nick didn't like where any of this was going and just wished there was some sort of sign to tell him what to do, Nick knows though for the end result he does not plan on going to jail any time soon, not after all he has done for his country and a lot of things he had no choice in doing.

  • [ Sorry for the late reply! ]


    As soon as Mephisto specified what exactly the potion was, the beast that appeared before him seemed drawn to it. Agnes knew it could very well eat up the rest of her humanity, but she needed to confront it at some point. The massive skull opened its jaws, inside, her lower jaw had complete structure, teeth, gums, tongue, and flesh. However, the roof of her mouth was bone and darkness, as well as down her throat. When Mephisto poured however much potion was needed for the effect to occur, the beast and her fell limp to the ground in comatose.

    Agnes found herself in a dark realm, devoid of light. Her feet bare and damp, a dark liquid at her feet and rising ever slowly. She was wearing a dress her mother sewed for her as a child, white fabric with blue embroidery on her sleeves, collar and waist, but the dress was fit to her current age, falling to her knees with a small frill on the helm. Nervously, she peered around her, trying to gather her bearings of what this place actually was.

    "Empty, is it not?" Spoke a deep voice, yet gentle and smooth. The sinister warp was gone, it sounded of a male who was deprived of sleep. From the darkness emerged a tall man, a demon with the frame of a man. He was taller than anyone she had ever met. His chin, mouth, neck, and collar bone was exposed with skin as pale as hers, everywhere else was coated with a black, slick ooze, and he just kept oozing while keeping his form. The features of his face were sharp and angular with a built physique. A pair of crimson orbs pierced through the veil of black ink over his eyes and glowed gently. His fingers had claws growing from his nails, ink dripped from them too. Bet-like wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, unfurled out behind him. His hair, similar to hers in color, just fell past his jawline, with a pair of large horns that protuded from the crown of his skull and curled. The expression of his face was neutral as he approached her. By the time Agnes was done observing him, her ankles were already touching the dark liquid.

    "Your time here is limited, child. The longer you stay, the quicker you lose what is left of your humanity.

    "Then why don't you kill me and get it over with." Agnes said indignantly, she wasn't afraid of her own monster.

    He stared down at her, his voice remained calm and quiet. "To kill you would be rather foolish. I survive because you exist."

    Agnes averted her eyes in thought, he'd stand there idly. "Why aren't you a wolf?"

    "The dire wolf blood that runs through your veins was inherited from your grandmother."

    "So this is what you really are....and you're from my mother's side?"


    "How old are you?"

    "Older than your immortal life will ever live."

    She paused. "What exactly are you...?"

    "A Shinigami, a god of death, a reaper as humans would place me. I've been passed down by blood for generations, watered down to a mere demon...until your grandmother mixed my blood with that of a dire wolf's. What you see now is what I have been reduced to."

    By then Agnes' lower calves had sunk into the dark liquid, this came to her attention when she questioned why the demon before her was getting taller. It was similar to being in quick sand, she was stuck. "Can you help me out of this?"

    "You've attempted to cut your ties with me mentally. You must embrace me, accept me and not only will your humanity remain intact, but I can provide you with more power than you can imagine." He spoke, his neutral expression remained neutral, they both had no extra power here, just a desolate void.

    "What if you're lying?" She asked with a furrowed brow.

    "Then you will need to find a way out on your own, an exit I've been searching for centuries."

    "....Why do you want to leave?"

    "This void is a cage meant to encage me, I've been pushed back in here for centuries by your blood, and here I am yet again because of you....however, you have been less resistent to my urges. Therefore, I personally favor you over most of your blood."

    Agnes had now sunk to her mid-thigh. "That's nice n' all, but can ya get me out of here?"

    "Do as I have said, only then can I assist you."

    Agnes attempted to reach out to him, then began to trudge her way over. The more she did, the faster she sank. Down further she went the closer she trudged, until only her hand was above the surface of the dark liquid before her monster. A moment later did his large hand lift her gently and removed her from the dark liquid.

    "From now on, I view the world through your eyes. We are now one and the same."


    Agnes awoke before Mephisto in her human form, her clothing consisted of dark skinny jeans, black boots, a band tee of Guns & Roses, and a leather jacket. Her limbs were weak but she managed to rise to her feet. "Thank you." She said quietly.

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