Plans/talk about a Plague

[19:10] Belfanur's voice (to Cheren): Now, are you free right now to talk?
[19:11] Cheren says in telepathy, Aye, I should have time.
[19:15] The demonic humanoid would enter the structure, along with the razuka - and as he did, with a gesture he commanded some lesser demons to lock the door..

Meanwhile, he went to the throne.

Upon which he fell.

His only working eye then turned to the woman, before his fangs were bared as a strong voice echoed - "Last time we didn't introduce each other properly, little witch...

So?

I'm Belfanur! Warden and Demon Lord of Promethea and as you may have seen from the note, I intend to make some changes to these lands - but, I can't do it alone, you know?" Starting this way, the being paused before continuing - "So I wanted to know something, that is, if you would be willing to help in some plans to deal with our countless enemies..

And besides, I want to know if you're already planning something.. Why the question? Because, I overheard that conversation you had with Godfrey, in public, regarding aplague.." Concluding his speech, silence reigned - the opportunity to speak now given to Cheren.
(Belfanur)
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[19:33] And so does the little rat enter the throne room of the Promethia. She's been here a few times before with her mom, half-asleep or reading some books while she faffed about with politics and the like, but she's never seen it in this... well, she wouldn't exactly say it's a sorry state, but... a very barren one.

Looks like they redecorated?

Either way, the Demon Lord spoke, and Cheren listened, before she was given the opportunity to speak.

"...Well, 'fore I say anythin' about th' rest, y'should probably know my name - it's Cheren! Pleased ta serve ye an' stuff."
She bowed elaborately - to a comic degree - before giggling a little and taking her prior stance.

"Eith'r way, ye. I'm willin' ta help - anythin' ta further Promethia's goals an' mine, course."

"As for wha' I have planned, ye', I've wanted ta' make a reeeeally deadly plague 'n' stuff for right about... twelve years at this point? And, well, as soon as I heard th' word ''plague'' come outta th' Major-Domo's mouth, I of course wan' ta hear more."

Her gaze does shift from the Demon Lord for a second, looking at a rice ball on the ground.

"...Anyone eatin' that?"
(Cheren)
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[19:40] The being listened, its attention not deviating from the woman's for a second - and its body was completely still, like a statue. Until finally, it was time to speak once more.

"Oh, that's great to hear, Cheren! The Witches' assistance, such as yours, will prove to be more than necessary, for the plans I hold regarding the creation of some things..

Such as certain relics using the demonic essence, of us Demonkind beings.. But, also other certain things or rather creatures - I'll go into detail in the due moment of working on this.

So? Not now." Pausing, he pondered the next subject, about the plague, before speaking further - "That would be something interesting to work on soon.. A plague with the ability to weaken our enemies should prove to be far more than welcome at the moment.

Tell me, what do you require to start working on this?" A question was made, before then his attention fell on the rice ball..

The being would then stand up, approach the the food.. Pick it up and clean it quickly with a few blows of wind magic, then heat it up a little with electricity and extend it to Cheren! Besides snapping his fingers and making his minions, lesser demons... Bring her some soup.
(Belfanur)
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[19:40] {Item} You picked up Rice Ball. Dropped by Pluto..
[19:40] {Item} You drop Rice Ball.
[19:40] {Item} You drop Fish Soup.
[19:59] Oh, how nice! Cheren's not really used to being served by Demon Lords, so this is a pleasant surprise. With a smile on her face, she happily receives the rice ball and the soup.
"Pff, thanks. I've always liked jelly-filled donuts like this one."

Cheren took a bite out of it, expecting a sweet treat, but...

"...Oh, it's a rice ball. I like tha' too!"
...It's probably a little rude to eat during talks, but manners schmanners - she doesn't care too much about them.

Either way, she continued listening to Belfanur until she was prompted to speak again.

"Hm, interesting things! I'd certainly love ta' take a look at those relics - but tha' comes later as ye said.

As fer wha' a plague would require, no clue - tha's why I asked Godfrey on information on th' Styx Plague 'n' where it came from. I'm thinkin' of goin' on 'n expedition ta' Valmasia and seeing where 't leads me in tha' regard."

Regrettably, she confessed she knew little - even if she was working on figuring it out.

"What I do know 'bout it, however, is that the Annabelle Eldor lass had th' help of a Philosopher's stone 'n' a demon, but I'm not sure wha' the Styx Plague actually did in greater detail. Different types o' plagues would likely require different types o' ''material'', I'd imagine."
(Cheren)
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[20:10] The being was probably looking for something given his action, if not, why would he serve anyone? A demon lord like him above all! And that much so, that's why he didn't react in any way when she was eating.

Not until it was time to speak again.

"An expedition? Well, we can arrange that and rest assured, you will have my assistance, as well as of others of my kin for this.

We will have this project on the way soon enough." And then, the creature rose once more, a few steps were taken forward until it stopped in front of the Razuka, "Also, you will directly have my personal help in the matter of the plague, if you really require a demon..

You can be sure of that." Now, regarding ingredients and the Philosopher's Stone.. That would be tricky..

But, there was something he could offer.

"Regarding ingredients and other things, we can make a call to the people of Nanzonia and find out who would bewilling to help us, given this will be of extreme assistance for everyone.

Surely there are those who have access to certain.. More 'unique' things - Borris for example, my kin.. Holds absolute wealth already, he might offer something here." A comment was made, before the being then nodded.

And now.. That was all, he wanted only talk at first because of this 'project'.. About the subject of plague, that he heard while resting around in the square..

"Now, if there's nothing more to share, that would be all, Cheren - unless you want to eat something else while we talk, I must have something prepared..

If not, my servants can arrange something." A small offer was made, before he walked away.. Turning his back on her and standing near the stairs.
(Belfanur)
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[20:27] "Well, we'll be steppin' into... poorly charted territory, so ye', any help'd be appreciated fer every step o' the way. Trust me, if we're hopin' ta' strike it big wif' th' plague, it's gonna require more than jus' a few magic items."

A grateful nod was delivered to Belfanur, before she coughed a little into her sleeve.
"...Mm, that's still goin'..." She mumbled to herself.

"Eit''r way, that's all I have to say about that fer now, at last. D' ye still need me fer anythin' else?
And, uh, I still haf' th' soup left, so, no need for any other food."
(Cheren)
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[20:28] Belfanur's voice (to Cheren): That was all. We will meet again, in the future.. During the meeting.
[20:28] Cheren says in telepathy, Mmmhm, of course - call on me whenever!