#ivlinunth

He had seen her quite a few times.  Usually it was with that Pitch Devil, and being dragged around at the end of a chain like some pet.  Ah, come to think of it, Reficul used to torture her as well. He was a little jealous that his dear devil was spending her time stepping on this one instead of him.

Now, she was sitting there unattended with only the two of them in a room together as Reficul and Satanick did...whatever it was that happened when those two got together.  Mephir has always assumed they went to carry out some sort of nefarious actions together.  No matter, such things weren't his business.

However, there was the current problem at hand.  What to do with this renegade flame devil who lost her powers?  

Well, he supposed actually speaking to her would be best.  She was just boring a hole into his body by gaze alone.

It really wasn't like his brother to leave his toys laying around, especially in his realm of all places. 

However, there she was, just shackled to the wall as if she hd a big bullseye written on her form to be taken advantage of.  Purple eyes void of life, consumed by work and leep deprivation glanced down upon her weakened form.  The god pulled his cigarette from his mouth and casually blew out smoke that billowed into the air, creating a hazy atmosphere around the two of them.

Such a beaten, pathetic little thing.  A dirty and used little thing...then again it was all as punishment for her misdeeds.  That brother of his was daft, so carelessly leaving his playthings laying around for him.