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Lust listened, reclining on one hand where she sat on the edge of the bed with a glass of wine in the other. And the necromancer would not shut up about his cunning plan. She sipped, and despite her hidden irritation, she did listen. He'd found some teenage girl wandering in Fayren, killed her and took her necklace, and thus was able to raise orc zombies that he could trot into Everglade. Orcs were much larger and nastier than the human undead he could have raised, he pointed out, and she inclined her head to indicate that she heard and approved.

Even if she couldn't care less.

She was accustomed to this kind of rambling. Sometimes the most taciturn of men popped the cork that kept them silent when given a chance to brag to a beautiful woman.

The wine in her glass sloshed over the edge as he abruptly rushed toward her, seizing her hand and clasping it tight in both of his. Oh?

"I never thought to meet a lady such as you," the spindly elf whispered, silver hair spilling over his slim shoulders as he bent over her hand to kiss it with cold lips. "I tell you these things, and yet you do not flinch, and propose nothing about mending my ways. Never had I thought to meet a soul that resonates so soundly with mine!"

"You flatter me," she purred, setting her glass aside and giving her dark hair a light shake. "But I do have a proposition."

To her surprise, his face soured, despite the sexual inflection she'd put into her words. He didn't retreat however, nor did he release her hand.

"I know."

Lust regarded him with an arched brow. "Do you now...?"

"Aye. You didn't come here because you wished it. You came on the command of another, mm? To persuade me to join forces, to lend my power to his cause. It is a 'he' is it not?"

Lust didn't reply.

"Of course it's a 'he.' And you are here to persuade me. My lady, you are most persuasive. So I shall keep you. Wouldn't you like to reign as queen?" He lifted one hand to brush a lock of ebony hair from her brow. "Whoever he is, he doesn't deserve you. But I..." She heard a soft whisper of steel, just before the dagger plunged into her heart. "I would worship you."

Lust's breath caught in her throat, a trickle of blood leaking from the corner of her lips. He leaned in, mouth pursed to kiss away the crimson stain. But he didn't make it. It was a little difficult when he was skewered clean through from the lances on her fingertips. Lust didn't smile as she rose smoothly to her feet. Her other hand rose to yank out the dagger and toss it away idly.

She regarded the slumped elf with a cool, merciless gaze. "I don't need your worship. The offer has been rescinded." Her sharp fingertips retracted sharply, and he dropped to the floor with a wet cough as the life faded from his eyes. Lust picked up the wineglass and sipped from it. What a disappointing creature. 'M' wouldn't be pleased, but so be it. Sometimes she succeeded, sometimes she failed.

Still...she regarded the dying necromancer. One more flick of a finger to remove his head, then she was satisfied. It would have been troublesome if he were to rise from the dead. Besides, it was easier to retrieve his gold necklace this way.

I'm sure few of you remember or care, but the necromancer has been taken care of. I'm not certain which unfortunate soul used the necklace he had confiscated, so I've returned it to the city's lost and found.

[Lust smiles, just a light curve of her dark lips.]

And if any of you do remember, it's of little matter to me. I expect no gratitude.

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[ Well, there's a term he's somewhat familiar with. ]

A necromancer? Are you referring to that skeleton person?

[Well if he's going to use voice... Lust smiles before killing the video feed to respond in kind.]

I take it you're speaking of Skeletor. No, he is not a necromancer. He has powerful magic, but it's not specialized in death.

[He's also a fool, in her opinion, but she keeps that to herself. M might still want to recruit Skeletor, and she'd rather her messages not get hacked or overheard by a henchman.]

This man was an elf.

So, that is his name. [ How... unimaginative. ]

What is an 'elf?'

A being typically found in Fayren. They live particularly long lives and have pointed ears.

Those don't exist in my world.

[ That we know of, anyway. ~~DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, HIRO.~~ ]

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They don't exist in my world either. But I thought it prudent to pick up at least a rudimentary understanding of this place.

That was my intention, as well. Tell me, how long have you been in this world?

Close to half a year. Why do you ask?

I am merely curious. This world is nothing like either of the previous two worlds I have lived in. Frankly, I don't know what I'm up against.

I expect everyone else is in the same boat.

[Including herself. She just doesn't care all that much. It's not like she can be killed in this world.]

However, few can claim to be of two worlds. What were they like?

My own world was a world of magic. Mage Guilds were the backbone of society, and the object of awe among normal humans. But it was also a world on the brink of collapse, with an era about to end in a way that can be only in bloodshed.

Exsilium was a world I was brought to against my will, much like this one. It was a dystopia ruled by a tyrannical government that oppressed its own citizens.

It showed me that human nature is constant, even across dimensional boundaries.

I won't dispute that.

[She smiles. Interesting. Someone like this might prove useful, particularly if he can learn alchemy.]

I wonder if you couldn't learn alchemy, the scientific art of my world.

Alchemy?

[ He thinks for a moment. ]

I've already dedicated much of my early life to mastering the Black Arts of Magic. Would this 'alchemy' be helpful at all?

Alchemy has served the needs of mankind for generations. It is the ability to transform one type of matter into another. The most skilled alchemists can even breathe life into the dead.

It isn't easy, as you might imagine.

It sounds like the magic of my world. Though, resurrecting the dead is never easy, and it is very rarely without a great cost.

You are correct. The only way to circumvent the great personal cost is to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

What is that?

A rare red stone that amplifies an alchemist's power significantly. With it, the law of equivalent exchange no longer applies.

I see. [ A beat. He's not sure how, exactly, something like that would help him. He doesn't exactly have much of a use for it. ]

Why are you telling me this?

[Lust chuckles.]

Because you asked, and I knew the answers. If you wish to study alchemy, I can provide instruction as well as the proper texts. But it requires a great deal of patience and intelligence to learn.

The last time I learned something like this, everything was thrown into chaos. Four hundred years later, the effects are still felt in my world. To say I'm hesitant, or at least cautious, would be an understatement.

Oh? Perhaps your arts were far more severe than alchemy.

Regardless, the choice is yours. It makes little difference to me if you wish to learn or not. You may not even have the aptitude.

Summoning thousands of demons and being responsible for the deaths of millions is rather severe, in my opinion. I have to live with that every day.

What I still don't understand is how alchemy will help me.

Indeed it is. Why would you summon so many demons?

It's a very long story.

I imagine it must be an interesting one as well, as I can't imagine any situation that would merit the summoning of so many demons as the best viable solution to a problem.

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