Faustian Contract

Ceara sat in a chair opposite the leader of the Fourth Reich, Ilsa Hauppman.
Surrounding them in all four corners of the small room stood her bio-enhanced
elite bodyguard, muscular and beautiful Aryan women dressed in black SS
uniforms. Each of them carried a sidearm and a blade as well as a high-tech
assault rifle low-slung over their shoulders as they stood at attention. The
succubus wasn't at all worried about any of them, despite how fanatical and
dangerous they no doubt were to normal opponents. Terry Keller, the hulking
barely-clothed giantess standing behind Hauppman did however give her pause to
consider. That and "Genocide's" own reputation on the street. A small pitcher of
water, covered with sweaty condensation sat next to her with a few glasses
up-ended and a  white-noise generating device had been set up in the center of
the small circular meeting table and switched on. Ilsa steepled her black gloved
fingers together and watched the demoness for a long time before speaking.

"I hope you can appreciate all the trouble I went through to make this meeting
happen Ceara." she said quietly in her thickly accented German voice, curling
her fingers back into tight balls that she placed on the table. Her silver SS
ring hit the light just right, dazzling it down the sides of the skull insignia.
"I've got a problem and I'm told you are absolutely the woman with the gifts
needed to solve this problem. I need you to murder the Occupant. You think you
can handle that?"

"If this creature you call the Occupant is human, than I shall have no trouble
in the slightest performing this service for you. Your own hatred for humanity
calls out to one like myself Genocide...as well as that...taint...you have on
you..." Ceara pauses for a moment to sniff the air, the demon magic affecting
Genocide all too easily identified. Ceara lets out a light pleasurable moan as
she tail flicks and curls...the magic of another succubus all too enticing. "Let
me be clear with you Genocide, I am an assassin. I obey who pays me only until I
am paid. If someone else hires me to kill you or your troops, it is only
business. If you wish to keep me on your side or do your services for you...I
will need supplies."

Ceara leaned forward in the chair to stare at Ilsa with her dark green eyes,
gazing into the perfect blues of the Aryan leader. Licking her lips out of lust
for one that has killed so many humans, one who has pleasured a succubus, and of
what Ilsa is asking of her. She then leans back and copies Ilsa's stance
perfectly with a smirk. "I also want to make it perfect clear you will not
betray me after my task is complete..." Ceara's body starts to blur and shift,
her horns, hair length, and tail receding. Her locks turning blond and her eyes
blue while her figure matches Ilsa's like a mirror. Within seconds she is an
exact duplicate of Ilsa "Ya?"

There was an audible gasp from several of the bodyguards around the room, but
their Reichsführer remained perfectly calm, only going so far as to arch an
eyebrow.

"Ve are both professionals," she began in a low voice, "I have no intention of
betraying you or failing to meet the rather large fee needed to retain your
services. There is no need for parlor tricks or idle threats."

She suddenly thrust her gloved right hand out to the side and the soldier
nearest to her there placed in it a manila file folder, nearly as quickly as was
requested. Ilsa hefted the file up and down twice before sliding it across the
table to the demoness.

"Inside is everything I know about the Occupant. I must say it is surprisingly
light given my resources, which makes me slightly embarrassed to say so. The man
is nefarious. He is also one of the most powerful psychics in the vorld, if my
intelligence is to be believed, which I do. One of my spies was recently
returned to me locked within his own nightmares. Completely unresponsive to
external stimulus all he can do is shriek and scream about his father beating
him with all manner of illusionary objects . I turned him over to my science
division to study him."

A chuckle from Keller behind her and Ilsa leaned in, drumming her fingertips on
the tabletop. "Ordinarily I would deal with this man head on. Crush his
vertebrae...rip his brains out of his body and splatter them to the floor. My
will is strong, far stronger than any he would have ever faced. He has made a
critical error in underestimating me...but..."

Ilsa paused here and leaned back in her chair again, reaching into her jacket
pocket for a package of German cigarettes which she withdrew. She rapped the
unopened pack hard against the table-top several times before being to unwrap it
and continuing her sentence.

"...I would be exposing myself as still being in the city. My enemies currently
think I am far away from Angel Falls since my escape and for a brief time, I
was. I am not yet prepared to reveal myself so soon and this Occupant is forcing
my hand. So I ask again, knowing that he is a powerful telepath, can you handle
him?"

"A telepath's weakness is their power, one cannot venture inside a mind without
making themselves vulnerable to its contents...I do not threaten and I was just
displaying one of my many powers that are now yours to use so long as I serve
your coinage. This man...this...HUMAN...will die I promise that, even I must
take him with me if I should perish in battle. No human will best me..." Ceara
leans back again while looking around the room at all of her soldiers, studying
them with a manner well practiced, before turning her gaze back to Ilsa.


Ceara then stands up out of her chair and pushes it in slowly, taking another
long look at Ilsa with more and more curiosity. "You are not so bad for a human
Ilsa, you would have made a grand demoness...but then you have some in you
already. You may want to consider making more deals with our kind....we do so
love trafficking with humans..." Ceara says with a wide smile as she picks up
the folder and begins to soak up all the information on this man.

"Is there anything else you ask of me or that I should know before I depart? I
would not want to have such a...wondrous....employer as yourself be disappointed
or forget to leave out anything..." Ceara almost seems to purr as her mind
wanders, small visions flash before her eyes from her dark Abyssal
Plane...distracted as she takes in the embrace of power while she waits for an
answer.

"No," the Reichsführer said slowly, "but if you succeed I will have other work
for someone of your skill and  proficiency. Kill the Occupant and bring me his
head so my scientists and I can make a proper study of it and as proof of your
success."

Ilsa snapped her fingers and from behind her the massive form of Terry Keller
reached out and slid a black, leather briefcase with brass fittings across the
table towards the assassin. The giantess smirked at her before standing back up
to her full height behind her master.

"Inside is half of your pay Dämonin. You will receive the other half upon
completion of your task."

"There will be other ways to pay me in the future Genocide...but for now this
will do nicely." Ceara said with a wide smile as she let out a soft moan from
all the money before closing the suitcase back up again and holding it to her
side. "I will return soon for my next contract with you..."

Ceara walks towards the far wall before turning back with a toothy smile "Until
then..." she says before running towards the wall and disappearing through it in
an instant, leaving no sign she was ever even there.