As Written by Jester and Knosis
Some time later---
The demon emerged from her shadows, dressed oddly in a business dress and her normally white hair, now a dark shade of auburn, was pulled into a bun. Not a hair out of place, or a single wrinkle on the fabric. Her violet eyes were a soft shade of powdery blue. Her skin was still dark, and the one thing recognizable from her previous form was the markings on her hand she could not cover. She looked exotic, but for the most part, human. Even her scent, although familiar, would not carry the demonic characteristics.
She turned to check to see if the Caer lord was decent. With her bond tying her to him, she knew he was here, although not always what he was up to. "M'lord, I have brought to you who you've requested. His name is Rowan Alaster, alpha of the Scion's." She said, purring. "Whenever you are ready, I will bring him in."
The wintery undead rose from his throne. or what passed for it during this time. A resplendently carved marble chair, as white as it's master's skin. He wore his best clothes, as he always did, but looked better kept than he had in days. It seemed that he would be taking this seriously. Beside him were several briefcases which clinked when he set them upon the great mahogany table that laid before him, awaiting its guest.
"You did very well, Zanzibar. And so quick. I had just finished setting everything up. I think I will reward you later on, but yes, bring the mutt in quickly. I hope hes not too badly damaged. I need him talking, after all."
The shedevil smiled softly and curtsied. "I am glad to have pleased you, m'lord."
"He's no worse for wear, although, he may be slightly confused. He wasn't expecting to get ported over directly." She chuckled. The shadows formed once again revealing a second, but stockier shape within its form. When the shadows withdrew, it was not as graceful as they had released Zanzi. The man held the note the Caer lord had written in his hand, his neck tie slightly loose as if he had been straightening it. Alcohol could be faintly detected on his breath, and it was evident Zanzi had done a number on him, although he didn't seemed harmed anymore than his pride. His cheeks flushed in irritation and he ran a callused hand through his salt and peppered hair.
"Well.." He coughed. "I wasn't aware that your assistant was a witch." The tall man started, tucking the note into his coat pocket. Zanzi walked over and gently straightened Rowan's coat and helped him with his tie. "There you go.." She said softly, biting her bottom lip playfully. "I apologize, Mr. Alaster, for the abruptness of our departure. M'lord does not like to be kept waiting, and it was beneficial that we discussed matters rather quickly. Now.." She turned slightly to look at Nox. "M'lord, I would like you to meet Mr. Rowan Alastar, leader of the Scion's pack."
Whatever misgivings Rowan had with the woman, he relaxed around her, allowing her to straighten his business coat. He gave her a nod and took a deep breath before addressing the Caer lord. "So you've got a deal to offer me, according to your letter. I've an hour before I'm missed. So what is it that you would like to discuss?"
Straight to the point. Perhaps this dog wouldn't be so useless after all. "I'll get right to it then, since time is of the essence. I assume you might know who I am. Doubtless, your lieutenant told you about our...incident, in the warehouse district. I can't remember his name, but he was impressive." He'd approach the lycan leader, extending a frigid claw in lue of a handshake. "My name is Nox Gildea Caeruleum, Thirdboy of Nito Caer, Patriarch of the Novus Imperium. I am the last surviving child of the Old Blood, and I make it my business to know powerful people. People with connections. You are such people."
A grin spread across his porcelain face, splitting it in an almost rough way that threatened to harm his otherworldly features. Though he looked no more that a rather towering man in his later twenties, the glint of a madman's knowledge behind those pale blue eyes said otherwise. "I hope we can be friends, you and I. I have an interesting new narcotic for sale, and you were the first person who came to my mind."
Carelessly, the vampire lord would turn and gesture towards the conference table. "Please, have a seat. I do not have much in lue of refreshments but there is clean water, and wine, red or white. A bit of nose candy if that is your preference. Can't get enough of the stuff myself," Nox explained, relaxing into his temporary throne once more.
Rowan took the vampire's hand firmly, internally wincing at how cold his flesh was compared to his own. What really chilled him though, was the name. Caeruleum, the third son of Nito. Rowan had been alive when the family had been destroyed nearly fifty years prior by the church in the most gruesome and bloody battles this city had endeavored. Well, mostly destroyed, he realized as he released the Caer Lord's hand. "I believe I knew of your family. I was not the pack leader then, but your kin once ruled this entire city. My pack leader, the idiot that he was, kept swearing one day he'd take your father on. Boasted he could kill him." Rowan snorted. "Then it was all we could do to survive while the war went on. I did not think any of you survived that." There was a hint of respect in his tone. As well as a hint of fear hidden within respect.
"I must pass on the offer. I typically want to make sure I'm as sober as I can before making deals. I appreciate it, however." He said, making polite talk as he crossed over to his seat. Zanzi pulled it out for him, and he took it, silently expressing his thanks. "Although, on second thought.." He murmured. "I'll take some water, please." Zanzi nodded and went to fetch some. While she was away, he turned back to Nox. "So you have a product that you'd like me to push for you. I don't need to know whats in it. But I'll need to know some selling points. Kind of hard to push a new drug if the buyers are disappointed in what it does, you know?"