Saul finally reached the cafe area, conveniently located near the lobby. He walked up to the front desk, munching on a biscuit. "Heya, good mornin'," he said casually to the receptionist, who regarded him with a cheerful smile. "Good morning, sir! How was your night?" "Oh, uneventful," Saul said, scratching his head absently. "A few bad dreams, one of which had those awful Devils in them..."
The receptionist's smile faltered. "D-Devils, you say? Oh, you mean that silly old myth? Hee hee~ Well, must've just been a bad piece of cheese or meat that you ate! Chosen Ones and Devils don't really exist..." Saul's smile fell. "Really? You don't believe in the legend?" The receptionist laughed nervously. "Hah, hah... Um... no?" she said, trying not to stare at the large red crescent over the young man's eye. "Um... c..can I help you with something, sir?"
Saul stood up, smiling cheerfully. "Hah, just messin' with ya, miss. But back to business~ Yes, I believe I left something with your inn staff last night, for safekeeping. A large scythe, about yea high," he gestured with his hand, to a height a little over his head, "blackened blade, all the works?"
The receptionist gulped nervously and nodded. "Um... yes... I have it right here for you, mister um... Saul?" She was starting to sweat a little. (Jeez, this kid's giving me the heebie-jeebies!) she thought. He smiled casually. "Ah, yeah, that's it." He took it from her carefully, wrapping the blade in leather carefully. "So miss..." he looked at her nametag, it said Rose, "Miss Rose... let's assume this legend is real. You know how people know who's a Devil or a Chosen One or not?" He stood up, having strapped the scythe up carefully with a backpack-harness. Grabbing a piece of notepaper and a pen, he quickly drew the symbol which peeked out from under his sleeve. "This, madam, is what you should be wary of," he said, holding it up with his right hand. Rose's eyes bugged out, and her hand went immediately to the phone nearby. Saul grabbed her hand, keeping it in a vice grip. "Uh uh uhhhh~" he admonished, putting her hand back onto the desk. "Next time someone asks you something, please, Rose, for your own safety... Don't tell a Devil you don't believe in them~" He held down both her hands carefully, using the other to draw a symbol on the back of her hand, the same one upon the sheet of paper. "Just a precaution, miss~ If I start encountering trouble on my way out, all I have to do is snap," he held up his fingers, "and your arms will blow off your body, probably killing you instantly and messily. You don't want that to happen, do you?" He smiled sweetly at her. She shook her head, frightened and trembling. "Good. I assume we have an agreement, then? You don't tell, I won't kill you. Got it?" She nodded, sweating up a storm. "Heh, cool then." He let go of her hand, which now sported a small bruise, as well as a red outline on the back of it. "I'm glad we had this talk. If you prove to be trustworthy enough, I'll gladly spare your life when we Devils conquer the world. No more dead-end job, no more harrassing suitors... just peace and harmony under our rule. Does that sound lovely?" Rose gulped. (Th-this murderer is letting me go? He's not going to kill me? ....no more horrible hours spent behind this desk...? ...no more abusive boyfriends...?) Tears were already streaming down her cheeks... which she wiped off, smiling back. "Y... yes..." she said finally. "Th-that does sound... like a world I could live in..." Saul smirked. "Just remember what I said, Ms. Rose. Stay true to the Devils, and they'll stay true to you~ Ta-ta for now..."
He walked back into the cafe, joining Kyla and Tama at their table. "Mornin', ladies."