Susrani

A humble, mild mannered lab assistant by all appearances. The caramel blonde devil appears at first glance to have eyes of an emerald color, though looking into them for too long, one might catch the Devil's traditional shine of yellow. Though she's rarely seen outside the Landry residence, typically when out she'll keep her lab coat on and at her side will be her pentagram marked handbag with it's pens and papers and various vials. Her top, under the coat, would be a light brown waistcoat adorned with a tied scarf of about the same shade as her hair along with a simple short sleeved undershirt. For legwear she'd simply wear a pair of canvas shorts with a buckled belt, the bottoms of the shorts folded up once and the devil's milky skinned legs left bare albeit for the simple flats worn on her feet for comfort.

When one hears of a contract, one first thinks of course of the Devils. Clever and insidious, these creatures remain mostly trapped within a place at the bottom of the Abyss, a place of unbeing where all things be they worlds, concepts, or even realities go to die. Within this place, devoid of all semblance of being, there is but the tiniest of cracks through which falls the lost and forgotten. The Abyss is where the broken and fading semblances of things long forgotten crumble on their journey to the Not at the bottom of the abyss, a place where once reached all things meet their final end, and within this prison of the lost dwell the devils whom hide the truth from the unfortunate doomed worlds, buying their souls with honeyed words and contracts.<.

For of course, what is the ambition of a Devil other than to consume the souls of other beings? For some, soul vore is simply sustenance, simply food, simply a way to assert one's dominance over others. For a Devil, it is all of those things and more, so much more. The ambition of a Devil is to move up in rank through the nine circles, attaining each increase in rank by devouring various souls of mortals, or perhaps even a fabled 'Seven Sinned Soul' that is of course, a soul that posesses a certain quantity of each of the seven sins.

A Devil, a True Devil, does not simply buy and consume the soul immediately, instead the soul is aged much like a fine wine. The devil temps, corrupts it's contractor, twists the gifts that were purchased at the price of one's soul until one so darkens one's essence with even the most seemingly innocent of wishes until the point one barely resembles the person they were before. Of course, eventually the time comes for the contractor to... kiss the devil's tail, as it were.

The Devils are ranked One through Nine, beginning at nine when they are born and ending at One, the ruling rank, and each rank requires the consumption of a seven sinned soul to attain. Of course, even then, there are always conflicts between the devils. Orderly conflicts, mind, as all Devils adhere strictly to the Code. All devils... except one.

To the average human of course, the existance of the devils in their midst would be a terrifying thing indeed, and so with this in mind the Devils almost subconciously sheild their tail and horns from view, showing those parts of themselves only to other devils, contracted mortals, or perhaps simply just people to whom they wish those things to be shown. Of course, those with a certain affinity for the supernatural can spot those as well, but such people are often... encouraged to keep silent, or simply ridiculed as mad by society at large.

While the horns of a devil are for little more than show, the tail of a devil is a very specialized appendage indeed. A devil of course posesses two stomachs, one for the more physical meals which of course receives it's food in the normal manner, and a second stomach behind the first, connected to the stem of the Devil's spaded tail which receives it's more specialized prey. When the time comes for a devil to collect on a contract, that spaded tailtip will brush across the lips of it's soon to be prey, snapping open and pressing against their lips, sealing against them to the point where no amount of struggle will pull it free, binding as the contract itself they like to say, and of course one would lose feeling in one's extremities, slowly, steadily going still and numb until at last the last strands of one's very soul are simply sucked out, the body a lifeless husk as the spirit squeezes up that greedy tail and settles within it's rightful place~