This assignment which the demon had received was a tricky one. He had to find the right boy to be a slave, a plaything for Fiamette. It was something which would take some time to find but he was trying to rush the process a bit. He was avoiding the usual weeks of stalking and just looking for one with the right looks that might suit her. He narrowed his eyes as he stalked around yet another locale in search of this mysterious man to be a slave. Truthfully, he wasn't sure how long it would take him to find one. He had already been out searching for a week but he would not fail because he preferred to keep his rank rather than being deserted.
The multi-colored Mephistopheles in disguise lurked about, catching the faintest scent in the breeze that made his eyes snap open wide from their narrowed state. A small and devious grin caught his muzzle as he followed the scent a bit closer... and closer... and closer. He determined that if the male scent he caught was decent-looking enough, then that man would be property of Apollyon and he would be some sort of messed up toy fr the Empress herself. This was only if he was worthy of the honor...
