Death Does Not Become Me....

I swear dealing with this "Mistress" puts such a strain on my patience. We met several days ago at the Cafe in Paris, where she admitted that she was losing grip on her "Asmodeus." Zillah's blood lust is very real, even in his demon form, and it doesn't look like Leatrix knows how to handle it. I couldn't help but laugh at her, much to her confusion, which only led me to explain that her demon isn't who she thinks he is. She didn't believe me when I told her that he's my fiance, the father of two children, and has an actual soul-filled life. At the mention of children, she seemed to cave. I would, too, if I knew that I was breaking up a family. Old man Rowane joined us and helped my cause, throwing in the idea that if we obtained Zillah's soul, then he could choose which path he wants. It didn't look like Leatrix wanted to give him the opportunity to "choose" and was disheartened when I stressed that she meet me in t

After receiving an official invitation from "Mistress" Leatrix von Dietrich, I wandered around London, asked some locals for directions, and then tentatively knocked on her door. I really didn't know what I was getting myself into. What if he was there? How much did she know about me, really? A servant girl answered the door and led me in to an overly posh place. The "Mistress" had a sincere look of happiness when I arrived, and I could tell she restrained herself from hugging me. It was ok at first.. she complained about high society and her duties tending to them. I never really cared much for people who dressed like peacocks, so I was blatant in my questions about why she even bothered to associate with those types. Then she starts blathering about this demon that she summoned, and fortunately he wasn't there. I played dumb to this knowledge, and she just spilled out everything. About how her dear Asmodeus is so loyal and would do anything for her.

Dearest Zillah - I can't send you this letter, but I write it in hopes of setting my soul at ease. You wouldn't know what that's like, would you? Setting your soul at ease... If you had your soul, we wouldn't be in this tricky situation; we'd be in a tub somewhere soaking in suds, smoking cigarettes, and making fun of people. I strongly considered sending this to your new Mistress' address. I heard she lives in London, and she seems genuinely nice. Probably not the type you would associate with freely if you were yourself, but she wants to meet with me socially. "Have some tea", she says. Perhaps she already knows my link to you. Perhaps you've already told her. Your loyalty no longer lays with me... You sacrificed everything for me, and now it feels like you're really gone. I'm nervous seeing her again... what if you are there? Will she see your value and not let you go? How deep are you ensnared in this? Do I even have a chanc