Shadow_Thief

@Naamah_Obyzouth:

He pondered her words as they walked. The mystic arts were not accorded the status that they once were, in the mortal realm. Once a subject of fascination and fear, they were often now regarded as an interest of the idle, or an anachronism before the discipline of science. This was not true, of course, for magic possessed all the potency that it ever had, but for mortals in particular, perception often defined reality.

His ruminations ceased, however, when his beloved sister presented him with his own ebon seat of power. Ascending the dais and settling his large frame upon it, he leaned back and sighed contentedly. “A most exquisite gift, my dear. I shall have to think on some way I might repay you.” Hebeckoned her to come and sit with him for awhile.“I feel more at home here than I ever have in Heaven or Hell.”

@Naamah_Obyzouth:

He chuckled, a deep rumbling that sounded most incongruous juxtaposed with his monstrous appearance, as he set Naamah back on the ground.“I am always happy to see my sweet sister,” he said, offering her his arm, “and I do not doubt that my quarters will be to my liking; seeing as I have you to tank for some of those unique tastes.”He flashed her an especially devilish grin.

He turned his gaze to the magnificent hall in which they stood.“This is a most impressive edifice, dear Naamah, such as I would expect you to call home. How do you pass the time, these days?”Since rejoining the Infernal hierarchy, Shadow had spent precious little time on the mortal world.

@Naamah_Obyzouth:

As Shadow passed through the gates, his human appearance dissipated like smoke, revealing his true form: that of a traditional demon, complete with horns, hooves, and crimson flesh that matched his sister’s. With a fanged grin, he stepped forward, grabbing his beloved sister about the waist and lifting her into the air before pulling her to him.

“Indeed I have, my sweet sister. I apologize I have not visited sooner; I’ve been a bit busy with the ‘family business.’”He gave her a wry smile.

The old-fashioned Rolls-Royce pulled up to the front gates of the sumptuous domicile. A uniformed chauffeur, unremarkable except for his rather cadaverous appearance, stepped from the driver's seat and opened one of the rear doors, allowing the occupant to step up to the front doors of the Chantry. Said occupant presented a crisp figure: his impeccably pressed and tailored suit was as black as his meticulously groomed beard and goatee. Dark sunglasses obscured his eyes, but the corners of his mouth tugged upward in the barest of subdued grins as he surveyed the property.

Ringing the doorbell with one gloved finger, the man stepped back a polite distance and folded his hands in front of himself, waiting patiently.

As a Demon of Greed, I've always had a soft spot for thieves.

I rather like this fellow.

@SkybornLord said:

Breaks in, takes over.

Is that your way of looking for a rematch, Syrus? ;)

Shadow sits on his throne, waiting to see what petitioners are courageous (or foolhardy) enough to come before him.

@celtic: @Zanker: Well, there's also magic...but you either have to get everything exactly right, or have everything go horribly, horribly wrong. ;)

@614azrael: You've outdone yourself yet again, my dear.

Makes himself at home.