Tibalt sat back in his chair in the upper living area of his home on Innistrad. His arms rested along the velvet lined rests as he sighed deeply and leaned into the plush cushion of the back. He had just finished bathing the blood from his hands and forearms, still realing in a twisted form of ecstacy from the death he had just witnessed. He would dispose of the body and clean his laboratory in the morning before priests began their daily patrol of the streets. The grin that was spread across his face wouldn't leave so easily and he knew he would sleep soundlessly, the sounds of agonizing screams and pleas still fresh in his ears to settle sweetly into his dreams.
"They're just so sweet and innocent, ready to believe anything you say when they are that age," he said to no one but himself as he rose from his seat and headed for his bedroom. "So young, so ready to believe they can save me from this life with their love and kindness. So ready to die before they've fully lived." He walked into his bedroom and closed the door softly.
The next day he was out and about in the small seaside village. He could hear small conversations of the villagers. A young girl had gone missing along with a Avacyian priest. It peaked his interest greatly. The villagers concerns, for once, did not lie with Tibalt.
A demon had reportedly decided to call the small seaside town just on the outskirts of Nephalia his home. Despite the priests hard work to prevent Tibalt from making the town his home, they were forced to focus on the greater threat of the demon. It gave the towsfolk a scare when they began seeing the devil inside their markets daily.
The hushed whispers came to a halt when many realized the devil was in earshot. He smiled politely as he passed by and walked on into the small butcher shop. He still needed food, and he could provoke idle chat from the butcher as he readied his daily meat.
"So," Tibalt said causually as he watched the butcher grab a rabbit and begin to cut the pieces of meat requested, "the priest wasn't trying to knock my door down this morning in a failed attempt to expel me from my home. Then I hear hushed worries of his disappearance upon entering the market."
The butcher remained silent for a moment before slamming his knife into the thigh joints to remove the legs for Tibalt. "Yes. A demon has begun to prey on the populace. He arived shortly after you. And the priest is now missing."
Tibalt took a seat in an empty chair near the door and rested his elbow on the old wooden table, placing his cheek against his open palm. "For shame," he mock grumbled. "I was beginning to enjoy this game of innocent and guilty with him. He come into my home, knocking down my door and searching for anything that might be considered unholy. Leaving an hour later after finding nothing but a fresh headache. Slamming my door shut as I tell him to have Avacyn check that out for him. Was becoming my normal morning routine as I freshened up for the day."
The butcher looked up to gaze at him. His mouth opened to say something, only to be cut off before he got a word out as the door open and a young woman walked in. Her vibrant red hair flowed down her back. Her pale features and bright blue eyes seemingly glowing in the darker light as the morning fog had not yet fully lifted. A small dagger rested at her side and her attire only seemed to mock the normal styles of Nephalia. She tilted her head in the way of the devil before turning back to the butcher. She spoke softly, requesting whatever cuts of scrap meat he had. Her accent was like nothing heard on Innistrad. And she seemed somewhat other-worldly.
Tibalt's eyes widen as he watched her. The butcher quickly explained the man seated had came and ordered first but his order would be done soon. She nodded and walked over to take a seat at the opposite side of the room. He watched her movements and had to repress a smirk from crossing his lips as he found his next target. She was older, smarter, he could feel her spark. She would provide an interesting chase. Her soft voice resounded in his mind turning to shrieks of pain as he imagined her dispair and agony.
"I didn't know you served devils here," she finally said as she turned her gaze to Tibalt.
"I was cursed. Thank you for inquring my lady." He said tilting his head slightly as he repressed a grin. "My name is Tibalt."
The butcher let out a soft chuckle as he began wrapping the rabbit meat. "So he says. You must be new to our quite town."
She nodded, "Indeed. I'm not from Nephalia. I'm also not used to seeing devils freely walk around."
Tibalt leaned back into his chair and folded his arms aross his chest as he crossed his legs. "I told you Orsen, my teacher lusted for power and made a deadly deal with a demon at my expense. I, in turn, had to make a deal with a devil to save my own life and this was my curse for doing that."
"More like punishment," the woman said in a dry huff, unamused. She watched as Tibalt rose and walked over to the counter to retrieve his meat. He laid a few coins on the counter as he took his package and smiled.
He turned to the woman who was still seated and bowed slightly as he smiled at her. "I didn't catch your name."
"That's because I didn't give it to you," she responded to him quickly.
The butcher watched silently for a moment. His eyes flickered between the woman and the devil, a slight nervousness setting in as he was unsure who she was but knew from his experiences with Tibalt that he seemed rather peaceful. He knew his sweet talking would not get him far with the woman, however. The straight face she showed to the devil was enough to say that much.
"Well," Tibalt paused for a moment before turning to leave, placing a few extra coins on the counter as he walked by. "Give this lovely lady a few extra scraps for whatever she is going to use them for Orsen. I'll see you tomorrow."
He walked out the building only to jump right back in, the color seeming to wash from his face. "There's a wolf outside the door!" he exclaimed as he gasped for air from the shock. Loud growling could be heard from outside. Orsen chuckled as he gathered the coins from the counter and put them up. The woman rose and walked to the door.
She pushed Tibalt aside only to have him jump back in front of her. "Are you mad woman? There is a rabid wolf out there. It will tear a delicate lady like you to shreds."
She scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "That wolf is my traveling companion and he gets like this when he is near something sinister." She pushed him aside again and opened the door. An unusually large wolf met her with loud growling as she ushered outside to calm him down. "Roland! Are you trying to cause us trouble? It's just a stupid devil. Calm down!"
The butcher could not contain his laughter at her remarks in regards to Tibalt. And Tibalt could not contian his disdain at her comments. He remained quite and let a mocked emotion of hurt pass across his face, all while inside he was seething at the easy dismisal she had given him. He walked out cautiously incase she let go of the large wolf and hurried down the street back to the front of the market to get some bread and head back home.
She watched him as he left and made sure her companion was going to stay seated before walking back into the butcher's shop. She shook her head slightly and apologized.
"That is an unusually large beast ma'am. I'm going to assume the scraps are for him."
"Indeed," she responded quietly. "I am sorry for the trouble. He is normally well behaved in towns. But the devil set him off like a demon would have."
"Tibalt seems harmless enough. He dragged a damned demon into our sleepy town, but he has never caused trouble. And he has broken up a few fights in the taverns. He has become every womans favorite gossip and every mans favorite enemy. He stays to himself most of the time."
"Those are the ones to worry about and keep an eye on." She stood at the counter and waited in silence as her order was gathered and packaged. She went to place a few coins on the counter and the shop keeper shook his head. Her order plus extra was paid for by Tibalt. She tilted her head downward in thanks and turned to leave the building. She stopped at the doorway. "I will be in this town for a while. I would appreciate it greatly if you saved me the scraps from the previous day for my companion."
Orsen nodded and muttered that he would have them ready for her each morning. She left the building and let the door close slowly behind her. He watched her pull a small scrap from the package and feed it to the wolf as they walked off in the same direction the devil had gone. Orsen let the door close fully before turning back to his meats to finish preparing them for others.
Tibalt walked slowly back to his home, lost in his own thoughts as he grumbled under his breath. 'How dare she call me a stupid devil. And refer to me as though I wasn't a person!' Who the hell does that damned woman think she is? Does she think I can't tell she is just like me? She can't start trouble with me and simply flee to another plane to escape it. I will follow her!' He stopped halfway and looked around, listening carefully as the breeze rustled branches and bushes.
He continued on his way slowly. He never noticed the eyes that followed him from afar.