The Devil You Know [Private]

Sasha Zinoviya was supposed to be a being that was known as ruthless. She had one purpose that she typically fulfilled, and that had been a fact for the entirety of her hundreds of years of life. She was made to be the honeypot. That had been who she was. Ever since her human existence, she had lived as a paradigm of that trope. Yes, it seemed that her destiny was to ensnare those whose brains were more prominently placed downstairs as opposed to upstairs.

And for the longest while, that was fine. For Sasha's entire life, she had never once voiced complaint with this being the way that she was made to live, even in the afterlife. She enjoyed her job. She genuinely got a large amount of pleasure, no pun intended, from accomplishing her goals and gathering more souls for Shadow Fall.. and for herself. In the entirety of her time here, there had never been a single person whom had made her think twice about choosing this path.

However, recently, Sasha's world has been rocked by what was practically a hurricane in the most simple of terms. Two individual beings had come into her life and made Hell seem.. different. But for very different reasons. The first was a man by the name of Kamui. His silver tongue and sorcerer's ways had shown that he was a cunning and ruthless opponent. He had Sasha in a deal that Sasha was not soon going to be able to escape on her own. That was frustrating, not taking into account his smug attitude on top of that. The second.. was a much more pleasant surprise. Shi Akueki. The arrancar whom had sought out a deal, and ended up taking Sasha's attentions moreso than a great deal of others had been able to. She had been far and away the most interesting target that Sasha had acquired in a very long time. She spoke of things such as love that made Sasha mourn for something that she knew she wasn't able to receive. Both of these people stirred her in a way that confused the Rakshasa. She was feeling a need for something that she knew was impractical. Something she knew she could not have.

Sasha found herself, for the first time in her life, wandering the realm of the Demons, her own people, as opposed to wandering the realm of the humans. She wandered far enough to end up in Flow City, and found herself staring idly at the ground as her feet carried her from street to street without pause or any seeming goal in mind. The woman's hands were tucked neatly behind her back, her gaze locked on her shoes while she moved in this manner. She felt so off-balance. Recent events had made it fairly obvious that Sasha had lost track of who she was a little bit. It seemed as if the lust demon was having a hard time remembering what it felt like to truly enjoy just doing her job for the hell of it. The last two contracts were full of complications.. the last two targets, full of complication. Was it too much to ask for something that was just.. fun again?

It was this line of thinking that brought Sasha to this part of the demon realm. Maybe she would find someone down and out enough to make for easy prey, or maybe she'd get to settle these feelings by killing someone outright. Who knew. Regardless, something had to change. Sasha sighed, her eyelids fluttering as she looked up at the skyline. She could not continue dealing with these feelings of mediocrity and instability.

It was time to find a way to find her purpose again.. and what better kinds of people to rediscover one's sin with.. than demons?