Mephistophele's page

"Lose? I never lose. Anyways if you don't have a deal for me then I have no use for you."

Mephistophele lands on Quintus's hand and suddenly falls into it. After he is gone only a tattoo is left of the bird on Quintus's hand.

"Mephistophele is the name. Making deals is my game. Care to make one?"

Who said I eat souls? I'm, an intelligent creature, and I just have a very rough personality.

Eating souls much comes later

*Cue surprised music here*

"Oh, really? Never mind me flying around I much prefer to let peons do the dirty work."

When the Devil is too busy
And death's a bit too much
They call on me, by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen, I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies, I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Anyway it's all the same

Suddenly a small red and black bird lands in front of the group.

"Hello, care to make a deal today?"

Couldn't help the lyrics, I enjoy voltaire too much to let this chance go by.