It's A Small World After All(Delilah)

[mephistopheles]

Looking for something top-notch, Mephistopheles had spent a copious amount of time going through the adds for a five-star hotel and, after a moment of weighing the possibilities, circled the best choice available.

Plus, this one had a reputation for spot-on breakfasts, and while notoriously cruel and sadistic, Mephistopheles was partial to free meals.

Stepping out of the lightly-snowing outdoors and through the sliding glass doors dressed like one of the upscale hotel's usual visitors, bags in hand, the demon approached the front desk and flashed a smile to the guy at the desk.

"Hi, I'm Angela Levine, I reserved a room for the weekend." Meph said smoothly, using her host body's identity. The guy blushed heavily and nodded, checking the database and readily handed her the keycard, trying not to show how red his face was getting, which amused the demon enough. "Don't work too hard." The demon said, taking out a soda and sitting down in the lobby for a moment. Hunters seemed to be everywhere today, and with their own numbers reduced, it wasn't so easy to have fun as it used to be. Still. Meph intended to get creative with this place...

Meph thought for a moment who to get in touch with, mentally running down a list of possible contacts, then paused, as if sensing something. Something... familiar. Little did the demon realize, an old acquaintance wasn't too far away...

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[Delilah]

Hell be it for me to say Delilah was claustrophobic, I guess technically it wasn’t claustrophobia at all, but if you retained the demoness in one place for too long you were headed for a cliff. Delilah just had to go out so she’d taken a job for Stolas. A soul that needed to be… was a nicer word for killed brutally? Eh, killed brutally worked. As a rule you didn’t usually see Delilah killing and maiming but this wasn’t some regular Joe and Delilah’s sugar daddy had done a lot for her. She might as well have been the queen on Stolas’ right hand and she liked her place there. Protected and spoilt. It was good getting on the road. Delilah was a make do kinda girl. Tooth brush, clean underwear and her black card. What more did the smoking hot red head really need? She’d come down on her bike. The thrill on the icy roads was incomparable to anything in the world. Hey she could go as far as to say it was better than sex. It wasn’t like she could die so it was just an adrenaline boost. Delilah had parked up and let her body slip round and through the doors into the hotel lobby. With her finger tips tucked into the pockets of her denim mini skirt, the doors seemed to open themselves around Delilah, and by that I mean of course you couldn’t see the fiery little stripper with her legs that went on forever and snow in her flame colored tresses and not ponder to her every need. When you had a body like Lilah’s you got used to doors opening.

The apparent masses of people that had passed through the lobby before Delilah, tracking in suitcases and snow covered boots, had left the floor damp. She had to wrinkle her nose. Five stars? Seriously? The Seven Sins would have had a steady stream of employee’s going around with towels if they had to, anything to make the first point of contact for the casino seem more inviting. Delilah however had to dodge the puddles by jumping over them in a simply bizarre manner that seemed almost like she was trying to do the hop scotch. As she reached the counter she turned placing her hands against it and pulling herself up. Her skirt rode up until she could feel the cold granite surface freezing the tops of her thighs. “Do you have any idea how much these shoes cost?” She asked, lifting her feet so her legs were completely straight. It wasn’t unusual for Delilah to over step the mark but the girl who was mainly legs, curves and red hair had a way of melting everyone to her ways and getting away with murder. Literally. Some guy; pathetic, spotty and barely past adolescence had approached Lilah. He’d held out a towel and blubbered something about being sorry. It probably wasn’t very often people traipsed in there scantily clad, especially not with white stuff falling from the sky outside. Delilah rolled her eyes and held her leg out to the guy who looked like all his Christmases had come at once as he patted her leg dry, moving over the shoe and slowly up her leg, daring more when she didn’t stop him. He’d long pasted her knee when Delilah’s leg snapped gently back to the side of the counter, beckoning the guy closer and leaning forward. “Any higher and I’ll have to charge you?” She drawled with a dirty giggle upon her lips.

[mephistopheles]

Noting a slight disturbance, Meph glanced over and saw the source sitting atop the counter.

A rather sultry redhead with legs and a figure that would give Meph's own host some serious competition was having one of the hotel staff wipe off her boots. There was something familiar about her personality; that teasing, yet highly sexualized demeanor and movements...

Then it all hit the yellow-eyed demon like a ton of bricks. Delilah... that little on-and-off trophy girl his brother kept around. What brought her up here into the mountain resorts? Probably wasn't important, but she always was pretty up-to-date on anything the casino-running demon prince was up to, and it wasn't like she didn't get around a lot. Even if she was a lower-tier demon, she was one hell of a sexual partner, something Meph knew from personal experience in the past; plus her connection with Stolas was always a perk as it saved on Nevada trips.

Taking another sip of the soda, Mephistopheles stood up and sauntered over to where Delilah and the rather pathetic valet were. "You gave me one key. Need my spare." Meph said, holding the keycard to the person at the desk, as soon as he left to get Meph another key, the demon turned and leaned against the counter, then glanced over at Delilah. "Well, small world." Meph said quietly enough for only her to hear, eyes very briefly turning yellow just long enough for Delilah to notice, then her gaze tracing down the other demon's legs and to the overly eager valet. "Don't worry, she's with me. Came earlier then I expected. But do show her manners, you're a five-star, right?" The demon asked the valet.

[Delilah]

It wasn’t unusual for Delilah to attract attention, be it male, female or other. Delilah hadn’t even registered the woman besides her. She’d sensed demonic activity in the area but that stopped meaning anything to Delilah a long long time ago. Even though she could still feel it, she switched off to it and didn’t regard it as anything. Delilah didn’t socialize with other demons unless she had to and well what could she say, the pathetic little puppy dog delicately drying her boots seemed worth so much more of her attention. She’d noticed the girl beside her, complaining about her key, but just failed to care until her comment seemed to aim itself at the fiery demon. She green eyes flicked towards the tall brunette intently, confused by her words until… Yellow eyes. Bright shining yellow and pointed in her direction. Her long luscious lashes flickered quickly for a moment as she tried to understand what was going on, almost completely missing what was being said to her new little friend. Frowning suddenly, Delilah’s head tilted towards the yellow eyes. “With you? When did this happen and where was I when it was decided?” Delilah was never good with the whole ‘respect’ deal. She knew things no one else on earth knew and it was these things that made it oh so easy for Delilah to disregard a yellow eyed demon despite the fact they were naturally of a much higher authority than her. Hell, yellow eyed demons had a knack of looking down on a lowly black eyes like herself, but if Delilah remembered her last meeting with Mephistopheles correctly he was more going down on Delilah than looking down on her.

“Meph?” Yeah, that was Delilah’s best bet. With a wave of her hand she dismissed the poor stood there nervously with his towel and hoped off the side of the desk. “And with breasts… I’m impressed. Let me guess.. it’s a class cake of ‘I get to look at myself naked in the mirror all day’.” Yeah Delilah’s lack of authority was evident, but it wasn’t exactly disrespect. After all, that was how she would talk to anyone. Actually that was a lie. She wouldn’t have been that pleasant to most ‘people’… Well unless they happened to have a PHD. And yeah you soooo know what I mean by that. The devil on Delilah’s shoulder was dying to kick in and tell Meph about her slightly off roots, the fact her lipstick wasn’t quite the right shade for her skin tone and the fact that she’d been wearing the same clothes for 30 years and was still more fashionable than the supposedly superior demon. The color of Delilah’s eyes wasn’t what made her. After all, if you marry royalty you become royalty right? And to marry a King makes you more than any other Duke or a Duchess, because while you may share the a title, it was all about status. Who you knew and who knew you. Who you were protected by. “New meat sack and you’re hanging ‘round a simple hotel…? What’s the deal Meph? Feel like a vacation or….?” She left the question open but she knew Meph would be more than capable of answering it.

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[mephistopheles]

Mephistopheles tilted her head a little when Delilah answered with confusion to the yellow-eyed demon's alibi. "Don't rush to any conclusions. I'm just giving you free space for the next hour or possibly more, depending on your behavior..." The demon answered.

As Delilah addressed the demon and the current body Meph wore, the demon slid her hands along her curves and under her breasts, then brushed back her hair. "Like what you see, hm? And yeah, why deny myself the simpler pleasures in life?" She said, deciding to keep the real story behind ending up in the college girl's body to herself for now. "May be off on a few things, but then again I've only had her for about a month and I don't exactly wear chicks as often as you do..." The demon added. While Meph was much farther up the demon caste then Delilah was, and could care less the status of who she was dating as Meph was equally as powerful as him, Delilah had that snarky charm that amused the demon enough to treat her... almost... as an equal. Maybe that friend you rarely see but just go out and have a drink with once and awhile.

Looking up at the ceiling for a moment, Meph processed Delilah's question. "Yeah, felt like I needed a vacation..." The demon answered, looking back at Delilah. At that moment the guy at the desk returned with two keys. Meph held them up to Delilah and clearly offering to continue if they went somewhere more private and leading her towards the elevator.

Moving up fourteen floors took time, and the rather somber music that fit the winter season accompanied them the entire way. Rather then continue talking, Mephistopheles simply stared strait ahead at the mirrored doors until they opened and stepped out, leading to a well-furnished hallway and finally to the room door, sliding the keycard through and leading into the upscale suite Meph had reserved. Plush and luxurious was an understatement, more upscale then even the demon had anticipated.

"Now, what was I talking about? Oh, right. Vacation. I decided to try a place clean of hunters and angels... not that I don't think I can handle them, I can handle ten or more. It just gets annoying after awhile... less time to lay it out and make art. By checkout time, this place'll have a nice new shade of red." Meph said, walking in and nonchalantly tossing her bags on the nearest couch, and dropped down on the other, glancing up at Delilah. "So, what've you been up to all the time. It's been quite a while." Meph did want to know more about Stolas's activities, but would weave around to it through small talk for a while first.

[Delilah]

Delilah didn’t really have to rack her brain to work out why a male demon would enjoy the perks of a female host and Meph seemed to be showing off Delilah’s initial conclusions perfectly. How could Meph tell her not to jump to them when she did it so well? Meph said something to Delilah about not wearing girls as often as she did. Delilah had to look down, shaking her head as she tried to force the laugh that was coming out to do so as quickly as possible. It was hard to resist saying “that’s because I’m a chick” but she did resist. (Rather remarkable now that I think of it.) Delilah knew she wasn’t getting the full story from Meph and as for believing this was a vacation, Delilah was joking when she said it and she certainly wasn’t stupid enough to believe it. If Meph was here then something was going down. Delilah wasn’t sure how much she wanted to wait around and see it, but the anticipation sure tdid make her quickly forget why she was there. Meph held two key cards up at Delilah and Lilah’s pretty brown eyes settled into Meph’s for a second to confirm that it was in fact an offer for her to take one and once confirmed, her fingertips moved to lift one, shrugging gently. Could be at least in some way interesting right? Delilah’s feet practically lifted themselves as the demon followed the higher being into the elevator and the pair stood in silence for the short moments they travelled up fourteen floors. The music that had been scratching at Delilah’s ears was interrupted by a loud ding and the demon in her five foot seven glory practically bolted out of it.

Lilah followed Meph into the room like a good girl (it was painful to even WRITE that!) and let her eyes look around the room. She nodded with appreciation. She had seen better but she’d also seen a hell of a lot worse. She never liked to compare rooms to anything though. When you compared anything to the luxury room she shared with Stolas most nights you were never going find anything better. As Meph started to speak, Delilah snapped towards him… her…. Whatever it was! She listening to what was being said and let a devilish grin spread across her lips and sparkle in the red heads other features brilliantly. “I did always like red…..” Delilah said, not really saying anything more, not for lack of the words but for the presence of better judgment. Delilah was then asked what she had been up to. “It has been a while, practically an eternity for the pathetic people we live amongst.” That being said, Delilah didn’t see them all as pathetic, she’d even become sort of font of some humans in her time. Delilah moved straight towards the bed like it was a force pulling her towards it. It was her favorite place after all. Her fingers wriggled into her pocket for her cigarettes as she spoke. “I’ve been working at Stolas’ place for a long while now. Just enjoying the life I’ve invaded really. Made a good life for myself! Why do you think I didn’t give up this face a long time ago?”

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[mephistopheles]

Mephistopheles had a hunch a lot was on the lesser demon's mind, but had decided not to speak of it. At least not yet. Unlike the slight feeling of annoyance at being stuck in a host that was a good three inches shorter then Delilah's was. At least the high heels of her boots added extra... Meph never did figure out why Lilith used to wear kids so much, as Meph always liked to feel large and in charge of whatever situation came around. Such things, Meph remained silent on.

As Delilah spoke her approval of the color red and agreed it had been quite a while since they'd last seen one-another, Mephistopheles nodded in agreement, sliding off her coat and sweater; revealing the low-cut tanktop underneath and leaned back against the couch more resting her arms along the top and crossing her legs to listen while Delilah grabbed some cigarettes and explained how she'd been working at Stolas's place and essentially living as her host... or more like living as her host how she chose to. Granted there were plenty of demons who did that, for many reasons but two were the most prominant; some desired to be human like they once were and experience the pleasures of it, and some just took enjoyment of making some poor sap watch while they invaded their life... Mephistopheles always felt above such practices, having never really remained in one host for too long, aside from that thing with Faust. Unfortunately now, it seemed the demon had little choice for the time being and Angela being a coma patient denied the demon of the latter reason. "A little song, a little dance, and a lot of bloodshed. It's still in the works as to how to execute it, 'cause it's all about the presentation and the showmanship. Mess those up, hunters'll be more motivated to kill you rather then be demoralized and wind up in the nearest nuthouse."

Meph eyed Delilah up and down and could have sworn she heard the song "Don't Cha" playing in her head the entire time. "Hm, curves in all the right places, long legs, firm bust, doe eyes, silky red hair, slender hands... smooth voice... I'm sure I can think of a few reasons why..." The demon said with a smirk and two thumbs up. "Oh, wait, you meant your lifestyle. Nevermind. Drawing a blank!" The demon teased. "Still though, Stolas, huh? Always good to know a fellow prince of Hell's still out and about and doing well for himself!" Meph answered. Stolas liked to live large, after all. Seeing Delilah though did give Meph a slight pang of jealousy. "Maybe I should pay a visit and catch up someday. Make him find me a nice little match made in Hell to share my rather hedonistic lifestyle with." Meph stated, though in a tone that remained ambiguous as to whether the demon was being serious or kidding. Regardless of Meph's motive, the demon let out a sigh afterward.

[Delilah]

Delilah really couldn't help but laugh as Mephistopheles listed off all Delilah's good qualities. Like she didn't already know them. There was a reason she loved her pre-death body and a reason she adored the fact this was one was practically identical. There were a few problems along the way, not a lot of them that Delilah hasn't fixed. In her line of work Delilah was often being accused of being fake. She loved to point out that the only thing that was fake, was her nose. She prided herself on everything else being completely natural, even if it wasn't exactly her body and even though she wasn't natural herself. Delilah however became slightly uneasy as Meph mentioned Stolas. Her boss and life partner was not something Delilah spoke about. Not often anyway. It was never something he had to tell her to do, she just wasn't that stupid. Delilah had offered up at small nod to Meph. "Well the Casino's doors are always open. It is, after all, a casino." Delilah had no right to interfere and she also didn't know what Stolas' take on Meph turning up would be, so instead the red headed beauty just left it open and didn't say a hell of a lot on the mattter. Lilah really couldn't help but note the awkwardness Meph felt in her own... in her hosts skin. "You're not digging the babe you're in, are you Mephistopheles. I get the feeling you can dress it up and have fun with it but you don't really feel it.." She said, lifting herself up and heading to Meph, circling her in the same way she did her girls. "You know what, I think your little plan can wait... I have one of my own."

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[mephistopheles]

"Always good to know." Mephistopheles answered when Delilah finally spoke. Casinos could be fun; at least a semi-sufficient boredom buster, anyway. Chatting with the other prince of Hell, always a hoot. "In that case, I'll keep my schedule open as well." The demon added with a smile. Meph was, admittedly, curious to see how Stolas was doing for himself now.

Given Mephistopheles' chaotic tendancies, few things caught the demon completely by surprise; but the next thing Delilah said managed to. Darn. This chick would give Sherlock Holmes a run for his money. "Oh really? How so?" Meph asked, deciding to see what Delilah picked up or guessed at before explaining away. In truth, it just... wasn't fun without the screams, the cries, the begging of the soul shoved into the backseat while Meph did whatever destructive atrocity he pleased with their body and life. It was dull and unfulfilling. "And did you just call her a babe?" The demon asked with rhretoric intent, mainly out of amusement.

As Delilah came over and circled her, Meph watched her intently as she suggested postponing the big plan for this place and had an idea of her own. "Hmm? Tell me." The demon answered, curious of what Delilah would offer that would put mass carnage on the backburner for a while.

[Delilah]

Rounding the superior demon slowly and taking in every bit of the female host with sultry eyes, Delilah’s full lips curled at the corners in cool appraisal. She could not help but take amusement from Mephistopheles’ persisting interest in the boss man. Delilah might not how Stolas would feel about such a meeting, but she was sure of one thing: Meph damn well better keep his/her schedule open. Because when Stolas beckoned, you called. It was such a delight being in favour of such a powerful demon. Delilah earned every right of it, but it certainly instilled special privileges.

Such as openly critiquing an outranking demon. But then, line them up and the flash of an eye and disguised power was about all the other meatsuit in the room had on Delilah. Beauty might be in the eye of the beholder, but Delilah knew how to work what she had. With her, very few could hold out for their ‘established’ preference. Because when it came down to it… these humans were driven by lasciviousness… and Delilah knew how to provoke desire with every breath and inch of her body.

Bending at the waist before Meph and reaching out a slender arm to take the shoulder before her in her hand, she held the eyes so intently trained on her and smirked. “Clearly you enjoy this body… why else would you chose it… but I wonder how many others get to?” Shrugging dismissively and standing erect again, “Maybe I just don’t understand with my inferiority, but is it really all plans and destruction? You… me… my boss… we’re forever. Chaos can’t be the only means of fun.”