Silence enveloped the torch and chandelier lit chamber, a hush covering the mouths of many as one young blonde spoke, voice bold and shouting out to the listeners of the roon. The Grigori remained silent as the blonde male stood before them, voice loud and reverberating off of the aging marble walls, "He must be contained and trained!" The tall male bellowed, one hand absently resting on the hilt of his sword. The paladin waited for the answer from the hidden faces of the Grigori members.
"And then what do you suppose we do Paladin Auguste?" A female voice returned.
The room was silent once more as Arthur gathered his response, a cold tingle tremoring up his spine as he could not believe the next few words would leave his mouth. "We do as Mr Pheles proposed, raise the boy as a weapon to dispose of any threats to us. What could be stronger than the son of Satan?"
The room was an uproar or whispers, until one commanding voice silenced them all, "And how do we know that the boy will do as we ask?"
Arthur Angel Aguste could not help but laugh quite audibly, his laugh echoing of the walls around then, "My good sir, when have we ever asked the permission of a demon?" He asked rhetorically, head still arched and gazing up the at beings before him.
The room once more was taken over by parties of whispers, worries and small cries erupting from some as they called out, "He'll kill us all" and "He's mad!". Though these cries were silenced once more. "Silence! You have convinced us Sir Aguste. You have our permission. Though... to capture such a beast you may need the power of a beast. We command that you gain Sir Pheles' help."
More whispers erupted and suddenly a shrouded figure emerged from the shadows of the surrounding walls, a smirk playing upon pale lips, as hands toyed with violet hair. "I would be honoured to help the Paladin gain capture over the young Okumura child." Mephisto said with that same smirk plastered on his flesh. 'This will be entertaining' the demon thought to himself, eyes quickly shifting down to the quivering form in his coat pocket, a small green head poking itself out to study the outside, but not enough to gain the attention of the humans inhabiting the room. 'Very fun indeed'.
"Shall we?" The green eyed demon inquired tapping his umbrella on the stone floor thrice, "Eins, zwei, drie!"