The Second World War had probably given Ronald Knox a few grey hairs. He could feel them there, itching on the back of his neck. But alas, immortality unfortunately did not promise eternal youth...

He was still quite young, wasn’t he? No longer a child, but certainly still in his prime, even if in the latter half. Still, he could manage a cute, charming grin, though how his face had squared out, giving him a more chiseled, masculine appearance, but how odd it was to have seen this stage of his life finally emerge after so many years. 

But as he looked up, the years seemed to pass away from him, for he was suddenly that foolish, childish slip of a boy once again. He looked up and saw what seemed to be a ghost standing before him, with his ivory skin and his hair a distinctly, endless jet-black, and those eyes...by Hell, he could not forget those Devil’s eyes...

Despite the fright, he managed a smirk as he gestured for the man to come closer, “Well if it ain’t Mistah’ Sebastian,” he sighed dreamily, “Long time no see, ol’ chap.”

“Cause botherin’ you is funny, Mistah’!”

Continued from X

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“What about the priest’s boy? He looks like he’d be fun.” To break, she added in her mind, maintaining her sweet smile. 

The elemental child had been with the demon nearly three years. She’d learned how to be a perfect lady, once she realized what noblewomen could gain from their status alone. Manners, etiquette, numbers, basic arithmetic, and speech had been taught to her, and she’d learned how to play the violin, surprisingly enough. She dressed in fashion and looked like a perfect doll, except for her eyes, which were strange- all crimson, no whites or pupil in the right eye. The left was missing entirely, but in public she wore a blindfold.

She also learned how to use her magic properly. Electricity could be used, and the earth and fire, but the gentler elements of wind and water seemed to be beyond her. Her nature was just too inclined towards harsher mannerisms, often proved by her ‘pets’, kidnapped children she tortured and toyed with, until they were broken, then killed when they weren’t any ‘fun’. This cruel nature often proved useful if she needed to gather information or steal for her ‘uncle’, or most of the odd jobs he sent her on.

((OOC: @corbeauiisms liked the permanent starter call for a starter))

Kainani hadn’t been on land for a while, so she figured, why not? Only for a little bit, she wanted to get some new things. She needed something new to help the chill of the frigid northern waters, and something to mask her tail. The gorgeous blue-green was too bright for these waters, easily seen in the dark water. All the more reason to visit land.

It took a short while before she’d became her human counterpart, the pain of her tail splitting and scales sinking into skin, of bones rearranging themselves into something more mundane making her a bit addled. She’d done it a couple times before... But it always hurt so badly.

Once she’d adjusted to human legs and the pain had faded, she stood on the wet sand and dusted her skirt before taking the sash about her waist and adjusting it as a sort of top. 

She made her way into down, drawing many stares and earning a lot of whispers. She was barefoot and richly tanned, and her hair was a luxurious blue. her eyes were a gorgeous violet color, and she wore such scandalous clothing- a loose skirt that was split and torn to flow and shift with each step, and a sash about her chest tied in a bow in the back. Her shoulders and stomach, collar bones and legs were all bare. Clearly, she was a foreigner.

However, she had gold, even if it was of foreign currency. It got her into a shop to buy some sweets, and another shop to look at what the fashion was now. Oh... So covering, so heavy, so many layers... She didn’t like that.

She walked down the street, sucking on a sweet as she looked about. She wasn’t quite paying attention to where she was going, and this resulted in the foreign princess walking straight into a tall, suited man. 

“Oh, hello! Sorry about that, I wasn’t looking!”