What An Odd Place |Magnus / Miranda|
For @suicidalvendeta
The town wasn't quite as dreary as it sounded then again it wasn’t exactly as playful either. Not with all the supernaturals playing nice and the number of souls worth harbouring was cut by a hefty percentage. Vampires! seriously what was the point of their existence? swanning around like they owned the place with their chilled exteriors and in some cases just as cold personalities. Put simply they were a waste of time and energy,
Magnus was indeed a people person, though it was a gamble whether to believe some or even anything that passed his lips, only the very few that had the pleasure of knowing him could pick up on the tell-tale signs such as the glint in his eye and certain vocal attributes when he was speaking some truth. It was his job at the end of the day, to seduce and convince you that even your darkest desires could be achieved of only you were willing to offer your soul as payment.
It wasn't as uncommon as people thought, though mongering souls wasn't the full reason he was here ... he had a payment to collect and the deadline was nearing closer. Miranda was a special sort, with a somewhat different contract written contract written over her skin, one that the demon had once or twice looked into with some detail.
Sitting at the bar in some quaint pub/restaurant Magnus scanned the energetic bodies with a neat whisky in hand. Almost like a vampire, he didn't need such nutritions but it paid to look the part and fit in, he could mingle with the few and waver in his business cautious to leave out a few scarier aspects but tonight he hoped to fall upon a more familiar body.