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More than happy to be free of the letter, Cailin waited for the God to read it over, just in case there would be an answer of some sort. Judging by the grin that grew on Lakonius' face, it was likely good news, for him at least. The girlish demon was about to be on her way when the God spoke. She stared at him with a confused look on her face. It was not that she did not understand what he was saying, she simply did not want to even comprehend any of it.

"Undetermined length of time?", she asked slowly. "No. No. No. No! The-there must be some a mistake of some sort!", her voice rose in exasperation as she snatched the letter from Lakonius, who wore an amused smirk. Icy, blue eyes quickly scanned the gold paper, "This can't be for me. He can not mean me!" Attempting to regain her composure, "I'll just pop back over to Satan and clear this whole thing up. I'm so sorry to bother you Lakonius."

With one last smile, that she hoped did not appear to make her look too crazy, she closed her eyes and imagined herself in a chic shoe store on 8th Avenue. Retail therapy is just what she needed at the moment! Her features relaxed before she fluttered open her eyes expecting to see this Spring's hottest little sling-backs. Instead she with looking back into the face of the God of Chaos himself.

Cailin let out a cry of frustration and made several more attempts. Finally she admitted defeat with a pouting frown, "Cailin. My name is Cailin."