Jamie Kilner was crouched under the moonlight at the edge of a roof, reading over the latest bulletins that had been delivered to her mansion doorstep. As usual they clumsily described the deeds committed by various vigilantes and terrorists, and occasionally vandals. Nothing new in the city of Rhy'Din. Her dark painted lips frowned and she tossed the loose sheets of paper off the roof's edge.

Jamie was frankly bored. Her bordello recruitment wasn't doing exceptionally well, and because of it business had barely even started. It seemed that she either she wasn't looking in the right places, or the city was too fixated on violence to care about the more carnal pleasures. Occasionally she had mused about stopping by the local slave markets to raise her bordello's roster. She was beginning to think that wasn't such a bad idea.

Red, bat-like wings stretched outward for a moment before folding to her back again. Slowly she stood to her full height of seven feet and three inches, sleeveless, strapless, light blue gown blowing slightly in the wind and allowing the front slit to expose the pale stockings that contrasted with the red flesh underneath. Anyone who was watching would be able to tell by such deliberate movement that she was not one of the the many gargoyles and grotesques that decorated the building she perched on. Such an eerie sight it might have been to see a former "statue" move.

She smiled as she studied Rhy'Din's low skyline for a moment, picking out the dark shapes of buildings from the absolute dark of the night sky. The demoness marveled at how it was such a strangely calming sight. She crossed her arms over her bosomed chest, allowing a relaxed sigh escape her parted lips.

That was when she heard it. It sounded like the short, quick footsteps of someone moving swiftly across a nearby roof. Her dark eyes danced quickly in its direction, just across an alley from her position. She caught the last sight of movement disappearing over the opposite roof's edge, dropping out of view. Never a cease in activity in Rhy'Din it would seem.

She immediately dismissed the curiosity from her mind. It was probably one of the various vigilantes or murderers she'd been hearing about since her return several months ago. Hell, it was probably even a cat burglar.... It was none of her concern or business.

Jamie's gaze returned to examining the night skyline of Rhy'Din City.

The tall demoness spun around at the sound of the voice, finding the black clad figure standing behind her. Her dark eyes studiously examined the curious gent, a claw-tip moving to her chin in an attentive manner. His question was a fair one but she could have also asked the same of him as well.

Towering over his height, Jamie stepped forward across the roof, having little difficulty maneuvering over its uneven surface in her high heeled shoes. She leaned down to a point where her dark eyes could fully meet with his, a wry smirk forming across her lips. Such an odd fellow, she decided, dressed in that concealing black outfit. Perhaps he was a cat burglar after all?

"I'm Jamie Kilner, Mistress of Ame Corrumpue Manor," the demoness answered in her silky, soothing voice. "That's in the northern part of town if you're wondering." She chuckled low when finished with her answer.

Quickly, she stood up fully erect and turned her side toward the man. Her gaze glanced across the moon and a few neighboring stars that flickered over distant rooftops. Her smirk turned to a full smile then, arms staying crossed over her blessed chest.

"Now who might you be?" she asked in return.

She arched a brow at the introduction, trying her best to suppress a laugh. "Mister Black" was an interesting name for a vigilante, but it was hardly capable of striking terror in the hearts of ne'er-do-wells. Nevertheless, Mister Black's description of crime and violence as "bad things" was decently amusing to strike at her humor bone hard enough. A small chuckle managed to escape from Jamie's throat.

As for his next question, a simple shake of her head began the response. "Can't say that I am," she said with a continued chortle, a hand moving to brush back a few strands of her long, black hair. Her dark eyes peered down at the street below, her demonic sight being able to make out a few of the news bulletins scattered across the ground. "I like to occasionally perch on various heights on my outings. It has bit of a calming effect... helps clear the mind, I suppose. It also affords a great view."

She gestured absently at the nighttime skyline as if to emphasize that last point. Both hands then came to rest on her round hips.

That gaze of hers traveled back and forth for a moment, then she turned to face Mister Black again. She leaned in close to him again and raised a hand, pointing with a clawed finger in a westerly direction. Her smile grew, forming a mischievous nature to it.

"I do believe though, Mister Black, that you're a little bit out of your jurisdiction," she said with a deeply informative tone. "The West End, if I am not mistaken, is actually several blocks that way."

Her pointing hand came to rest on her hip again as she stood up from her lean. She thought that he was about to leave and didn't wish to take up any more of his valuable time. However, it seemed that she had momentarily misjudged his intentions as she was posed with another question. She laughed softly at its astute nature.

Yes, it was true that demons, like other outsiders such as devils or angels and so forth did not require the very mortal function of sleep. She couldn't even remember the last time she had slept, having had only used her bed for sexual activity since her transformation into demon flesh. Likewise, she didn't need to eat either. Breathing was the only mortal function, like other outsiders, she had retained.

She let out a low sigh before she answered.

"Truly, you are observant," she stated flatly while giving her wings a brief stretch. "I haven't slept in ages. In fact, I truly do have all the time in the world." She smirked at this. "How I fill the hours though varies on my mood. I have various pet projects that keep me occupied, and when I'm not interested in any of those... I simply contemplate the eternity that I possess and the universe around it."

She laughed shortly again. She hadn't given a deep answer like that in sometime. In one of her more lewd moods she would have simply said "sex" or if she was feeling especially wordy, "fucking girls."

The demoness arched a brow at Mister Black. Now his questions were growing strange and almost trivial. While it was not uncommon for people to have preconceived notions about the demonic, the way he approached the subject was a bit peculiar. After all, the only time anyone ever asked a demon to explain itself was when it was tearing apart a village or sucking someone's soul out.

She frankly found it amusing and puzzling that this Mister Black thought her to be too nice or intellectual. Demons weren't all carbon copies of each other; there was an element of chaos to them as well.

Her light chortle revealed her amusement. "Oh, Mister Black, such an unusual one you are," she said, rolling her hips in a mocking, toying manner, causing the skirt of her gown dance back and forth for a moment. "Terror is something for the more brutish of demons, and as for 'evil,' well... 'evil' can be a very subtle force. Lust is a sin too, remember?" She grinned wide, the expression having almost a certain aspect of pride to it.

"But truly, Mister Black, I'm a corrupter of souls," she continued. "I use my charms to lure people into their more baser instincts, manipulating them into my cause like marionettes. Demons don't have to be overt beasts of destruction... that's a stereotype. We are rather chaotic enough to allow such presumptions to be undependable."

Jamie crossed her arms over her large breasts, turning to stare off into the distance again. To be truthful, she noticed a lot of wrath within Rhy'Din, but that was perpetrated by a minority of elusive individuals. There was certainly still a lot of work to be done.

"Already a lot of lust you say?" she asked in a musing tone. "Just because there's a lot of orphans? Why... with all the bombings and various murders, I'd think that those events would be the source of parentless children, not promiscuity...."

She turned her head toward Mister Black to flash him a Cheshire smile. She truly found this vigilante to be an awkward and amusing individual. She imagined a mild mannered social outcast secret identity.

"On to what my goals are... well... that's for me to know and others to find out," she said.

The red-skinned beauty chortled deeply at Mister Black's retort. She supposed he had a point, as the news did seem over sensationalized from time to time. Still, there were bound to be plenty of children orphaned anyway from a number of deaths. A claw-tip came to her black painted lips thoughtfully.

"You may have a valid point there, Mister Blaaaahck," Jamie said in good humor, drolling out the vigilante's name. "I might indeed know some people who've abandoned their kids to the cold, harsh world. Truth is, I've never really bothered to ask as it doesn't really matter to me." She lowered her hand back down to rest in her crossed arms. "The brats might become prospective employees later anyway, already open to being influenced when they finally cross my path."

She eyed Mister Black for a moment, frowning some. "But as for devils... they're hardly sharing in my goals. Too much law and record keeping and contracts and blah blah blah. Their excessive legalese makes me retch." She smiled again. "But thank you for your... blessing anyway."

She turned away a moment to roll her solid black eyes. This Mister Black was an unbelievably odd one. What was the word that she heard from one of the younger "hip" crowd these days to describe a socially awkward individual? "Donk" or "dink" was it? No that didn't sound right....

...Oh yes! Dork!

She couldn't help in the least bit to keep from laughing at his reaction toward the word "blessing." The look on his face she saw after turning back around was as though he were a kid that had just watched a bully crush his favorite toy... all because of a simple word. She found it amusing. She also found it amusing that he felt that she needed any sort of permission from him to work her games on the populace.

"There are as many dark blessings as there are light, and possibly even more," Jamie pointed out as she met his gaze again. "You act as though the Upper Planes have a monopoly on such a thing. Ah... nevermind that then."

She began to stride along the roof in a circle around him, high heels landing with soft clicking thuds on the shingles. She studied him a bit more intently this time, eyes sweeping over his form. Mister Black certainly had something about him that she couldn't quite figure out, but his comments often made it difficult for her to take him seriously.

She shook her head shortly as she finally thought about his question about contracts.

"Contracts are a thing of Law, a thing of devils," she began to explain to the vigilante, stopping behind him. "Demons are much more spontaneous than devils. We don't like being bound by words and promises." She shrugged, unfolding her arms. "I keep track of my thralls by keeping them close, and I find that it's a system that seems to work well."

Jamie Kilner merely sneered at Mister Black. The vigilante was entering territory that would have many, more violent, demons slashing out his throat with their talons. Devils had never been like demons, for like the latter being always a force of Chaos, the former had always been a force for Law. She fought to contain her own rage, her own composure, for such an insulting remark.

This Mister Black knew nothing of the Lower Planes in the least bit. His ignorance could get him killed some day.

The demoness steepled her claw-tips just before her face. "You are fraught with many inaccuracies and misconceptions," she stated slowly, barely hiding the anger within her voice. "Devils do what they do because they are devils, and that's what makes them different from my kind. On the contrary, many demons can command vast legions of thralls, simply by asserting their authority over many. I possess a large number of demonic thralls myself, many who used to be souls whom I've corrupted in the past.

"Yes, Mister Black... you are quite wrong. Contracts are restricting, and demons like myself chafe at such restrictions. Contracts make for a pointless system. A being will be in my servitude because I claim it, not because some dead tree says I have a right to it." She scoffed at the idea of sheets of paper having such power over things.

"And true, violence has its uses," she continued with a low sigh. "I usually use it as a form of punishment, however."

Jamie's solid black eyes narrowed some at Mister Black's persistence that demons and devils were similar beasts. She felt a moment of inner rage as he suggested that she was more devil than demon. It was something she couldn't tolerate any further... he was beyond insulting! Beyond foolish.... She wouldn't let the slight go.

Thus she proverbially spat on the deal that he was offering. She didn't desire anything from him that she could not get herself. Her red, bat-like wings unfurled, a dark glare appearing in her eyes. Long, black claw-like nails seemed to sharpen and lengthen to a more imposing appearance. She was far from happy.

"What could you possibly have to offer?" she spat out with annoyed contempt. "You've made a fool of yourself before me and have insulted my very being. Order and Law has nothing to do with the power that the demonic keeps. The control a demon maintains relies solely on imposing will and strength to keep it. The moment that falters may be the time for someone new to take charge!

"Know this, Mister Black... I take my pride seriously and you have dared too far. You want wrath. You'll... see... WRATH." As she spoke, her black eyes had filled with an eerie ebony light. The ground across several blocks began to shake in violent force as something beneath swiftly churned upward.

The demoness spit on the section of roof that the vigilante stood upon, and the wood quickly rotted away beneath his feet. Underneath, a great hole of molten earth and fire opened up and sundered the house they both stood upon. As Mister Black fell, Jamie turned away and took for the air, wings flapping furiously.

Whether he managed to save himself or not, she didn't care. She was done here.