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Characters: Catarina and anyone willing to put up with a moody demon
Setting: Floor 38
Format: Action start
Summary: Catarina's consolation prize from being crushed by her ridiculous costume isn't something she really wants...
Warnings: Catarina being her usual threatening/sexual self

[The second lounge, surrounded by clouds. It was a little dizzying to Catarina, but she honestly hadn't been looking out of the window for a while. Instead, she was sitting on beanbag chair with a necklace dangling over one hand. It was gorgeous, gold with a beautiful intricate charm carved onto the end. But her dark eyes were almost angry as she looked at it, her jaw tight. She knew what this was. She saw it when she was a child, and was supposed to be handed down to her. Catarina dropped her hand next to her, disgusted, letting the chain slither to the floor]

I've beaten you. I lived.

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[And she goes very still because hi, how did you sneak up on me, child]

It's more than I ever expected.

But is it really a victory?

What else would it be, if one lived past another that tried to kill her?

That depends. Does the one who tried to kill you lie dead, for certain, at your hand?

... no. I had not seen her since the time she tried to kill me.

Then it's a rather hollow victory when your opponent can continue to try and kill you, with little having been put in the way to inconvenience them.

A victory, I will perhaps admit. But a small one.

[And this would be where she smiled a very nasty smile and dropped her voice to a purr] Then I'm glad you agree, child. Even the smallest victory still counts. Now... [She leaned forward, the smile dropping] Why don't you explain who you are.

[Lucifer just blinks back at Catarina, undaunted.]

I am Louis. Louis Cyphre.

And who are you?

Catarina Amanto.

You're an interesting child. What you speak of and how you react...

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