CHARACTER SWAP

"Most humans do not appreciate blood of the lamb," He remarked without emotion.

The goblet disappeared, though the dark liquid splashed along the sand. It's sweet odor altered, becoming metallic. It had turned to blood on the sand, and washed over the toes of her shoes. It left red trails in the sand, mixing with the saltwater. Mephisto didn't seem to notice. Or care.

"If you are referring to your precious Peter, I can say you would never have to fight him," The Devil stated casually, "Everytime he has gotten in my way, I've dealt with it personally. I always find it more amusing that way. It should make you feel better that he's still alive though, as he's never so much as hurt me."

Cat went from calm to furious. she hated to hear things like that about Peter. Looking at the man dead center of his eyes she began to vocalize her thoughts and opinion.

"If you want me to take this deal, you have to promise me that you or any of your cohorts won't hurt Peter. Cause the gods help me. If I see you attempt to have him harmed. I will rip part anyone and thing you throw his way."

She looked him in his vacant eyes and could care no less what he could and would do to her. She had made the mistake before trusting the Kingpin to help him. And if this was going to go off without a hitch, she wanted to know that in no way, shape, or form that Peter would be hurt by her decision.

"So, I will make the deal with you if I receive the power of every feline ever known and if Peter won't be hurt."

Cat then looked to her feet and noticed that blood had formed on her shoe from her drink. She loved her shoes. Kneeling down she began to wipe them off.

"Will you now? And how do you plan on doing that? With your half-decent looks?" The Devil mocked her, grinning visciously, "I don't give my servants the pleasure of knocking Peter Parker down a few notches. I always do it myself, because... Well, he's just too amusing. Sometimes his one liners are quite glib too."

The Devil leaned forward. To say he didn't fear her would be to say a rock didn't move. He was literally incapable of fearing her. She was not even worth as much notice as the slime he got on his foot after kicking someone's skull in. He made no secret of this either. It was quite visible on his face as he grinned like the Nick he was at her.

"You're first mistake was assuming I need, want, or even care if you make this deal. You know the song "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better"? That's true in spades," Mephisto told her, his fangs showing as he wickedly grinned at her, "The second mistake was assuming you get a hand in the deal, when I would be the one granting the power. I thought you might want the oppurtunity to be a little less... Useless. Apparently your over inflated ego makes you believe you matter, so I shall be off. Give my regards to Spidey next time you're failing to help him."

The Devil rose from his chair slowly. His glass had disappeared, and his glass throne cracked, turned to sand, and disappeared. Completely ignoring her, he raised a hand, and rip in reality appeared. Through it could be seen the streets of New York City, as if from the top of a high building. Mephisto reverted to a human form; female this time with raven black hair and darkly tanned skin. She moved towards the portal.

Felicia watched as he began to put her in her place. She was no longer afraid of the beast within. Then he mentioned how she had half-decent looks. On top of that he called her worthless.

"How, dare..."

When Felicia noticed the portal and the fact that he was leaving. She panicked. Not wanting to be a burden to Peter she agreed, before truly thinking of any consequences.

"You have a deal. I'll do it, who cares if Peter gets mad. I rather have powers."

With that she walked over to the man who was about to leave.

The woman paused, and spun on her heel. The portal remained open, but she reverted to a red form. Still apparently female, she had what seemed to be dark rages partially covering her breasts, and a tiny loincloth. She was certainly not a shy one, whomever this being was. Then again, The Devil was hardly what one could consider chaste. Particularly not with the Phoenix in the picture. Ah that naughty, energetic, firebird.

"Fine, powers that will make you significantly less useless, and in exchange," She smirked, "I get your soul, loyalty and you get the powers to use as you wish. As long as it does not conflict with my goals. Have fun testing out your new powers."

The Devil turned, reverting back into a normal human woman. She was wearing a business suit and heels. She walked through the portal of reality, onto a rooftop in NYC. The portal snapped shut.

Felicia looked at the man as he did his thing. Was she a new person or a less of a person. Her mind began to race as she embraced what she had done. Once again, she gave up something to get something. This time it was her soul.

"Wait!"

She exclaimed as the portal shut. She was too late. Now she was going to have to come up with a lie to tell Peter. She knew that this would put a dent in the relationship that the two were finally mending. Without a word or thought she walked back to her seat and grabbed her things and left. To make plane reservations for the long trip back home.