Her eyes fell as the thought crossed her mind. Neither did her friend know about the many events in her past that had led her to sell her soul to the devil Claude.

"Ah, Sophia.", The brown-haired woman squealed in excitement and joy. The fact that this guest was the Joefield was kept from her. She was only asked to attend the meal, which is why she too should wear the expensive fabric as a dress. The two young women hug each other as if an eternity had passed that they had not seen each other.
The loud clearing of the host's throat, impatiently watching this scene, made the two separate. "I think we should go to the table. If I may ask?" His choice of words was careful and his tone was chosen politely.
The invitee nodded in agreement and assumed the usual expression and was accompanied to her seat by her loyal subordinate, the spider-like devil. He adjusted her chair while she sat down on the soft surface and crossed her legs in a feminine way. To the right of her stood her servant tailcoat, he watched over his mistress, keeping an eye on the other devil in the room as he began to serve the individual courses of the gourmet meal.Charlotte, who only knew this level of delicacies from programs on television, occasionally cast questioning glances at the person sitting next to her and even without spoken words the two managed to communicate, so that the meal took place without incident. Nevertheless, something icy pervaded the large, magnificent hall and this state became more and more intense the longer the - unwitting - enemies from the underworld stared at each other and red met gold.