A Much-Needed Signal Boost[Yaksha/Emilia]

Some things never changed. Vegas was one of them; a bastion to immutability, even under demon rule. So much was as it always had been. There were no shortages of casinos, no shortages of rubes waiting to be fleeced, and most importantly...no shortage of cathedrals. Many were disappointing to behold, designed for drunken souls that had little care for the finer points of the ritual itself. It had taken a long time to find one that truly captured the reverence of the circumstance; Yaksha wasn't one to believe that god existed in every church or anything of that sort. If there was a God, then Yaksha would have cheerfully spat on his shoes. But even he had to admit he was awed into silence by the cathedral he'd found. It was a place that truly made one feel infinitesimally small...and yet somehow, remarkably important despite that smallness.

He rested in one of the pews, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes and a pack of cigarettes in his hands. He took one out periodically, placing it in his mouth, and then inhaling slowly, then exhaling. Each time, it seemed to go on a little longer, as if he were trying to get the high of the tobacco without actually committing the sacrilege of smoking indoors. But it was clear something was weighing heavy on his mind, as he continued to fiddle with the pack of smokes.

It wasn't often Yaksha himself sent out the invitations, and this time he had a lot at stake. More than he'd ever admit to, even privately. This one could be the great unifier, something that would give him the staying power he needed to be well on his way to his true goal. But he had to play his cards right, and ease into it. He'd fucked things up too many times up to now, and this may well be his last chance to really win his spot in the echelons of history.

"Don't keep me waiting too much longer. The anticipation is killing me, Emilia."