Gevaine Salvatore

- The subborniate was loosing more and more blood with each written word that the silver tongue told him. No matter what, he couldn't resist. "Oh how interesting indeed.." Gevaine could be seen impressed. He was not someone to impressed lightly.

"Oh? So your words are going to paint the picture..." he said with a devilish grin. Watching the show play out. As the knife began to engrave into his skin, the subborniate wanted to scream of agony, but to please his new owner, he wouldn't spout a word. 'Oh how Intriguing..' -

- rested nicely on his lips. "You can back out at any time my dear. Of course, Soren would have to delete your memories of us ever meeting. Of course, that would only be the option if this is not to your fit." Lustful red eyes viewed her, not for pleasure, but for answers. -

- by the desk, but would suddenly disappear as a man dressed nicely would turn around in his chair. "Hello dear. Come, sit. Let us talk."

As she stepped on the circle, instantly her body would be engulfed in white light, only to re-appear in the grand office of the Mafia. "Welcome. Please, take a seat. Would you like anything to drink?" The man sitting down had asked.

- For clearance and to speak to the right people. Any amount they ask for give it to them. Let's obtain a good word with Fiore, yes?" He said with an intrigued smile once more.

"Very good you two." He said with his staggering smile, the stamp doing it's job by itself and giving them the mark. He took a deep breath, feeling their magic energy flow through him. "My my. It hasn't even been a year and your power has become overwhelming. Who have you met -

His blood lustful eyes viewed a young bosterious man appearing into his quarters. As the boy spoke, a gentle smile arose from his lips as he remembered the first time the two had met. "Soren. Its so very good to see you again. You look healthy and well. Please take a seat." -

"Fine then." He looked over to a small group of men with hats covering there eyes. "Go and find /him/ and bring him back home." As the last words escaped his mouth they vanished.

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