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Demons were in the business of punishment and wreaking general havoc, but Mephisto wasn't in the General Havoc kind of business. He preferred a personal flair to his work. He knew he couldn't take things one at a time, that's why he had minions. Unfortunately, whatever minion it was that was supposed to be punishing the liars, thieves and left-hand path'd magicians in northern England had been slayed and it was well too peaceful for Mephisto's taste. He supposed he could go do this, himself.

Word was that there was a necromancer who had been spending much of his time keeping the people of his village sick and those who had died had come back to life. The necromancer was actually rather easy to find between the rest of the people in the village. He was the only one that didn't look two minutes from death. And although Mephisto had access to any sin on record, and could ease himself into any man's house he could find, he preferred the method of stalking his prey.

He'd spent all day in the square of the picturesque little park at the center of the town, pretending to read the local paper, pretending to birdwatch, and it once was asked of him how well it worked to birdwatch with his sunglasses on. Mephisto just gave a cold smile and he said, "It's not as hard as doing it blind," and that was enough for the person to leave him alone. He'd found his prey though, a few hours in the park was enough for him to get a lock on a house, due to the draw that it gave. It stunk of evil, of silly humans playing with toys they shouldn't have been given. Mephistopheles gathered himself up and started that direction. He wasn't aware that someone else was stalking his prey, as well.