(OOC: Prey one for Cult Azrael.)

IC:
She was beautiful in an obsessive sort of way. Skinny (perhaps a bit too skinny), with every hair in place and not a blemish in sight. She was professional, always clad in knee high skirts and button up shirts and kitten heels, with perhaps just a dash of makeup to enhance her natural beauty. She was beautiful because she forced herself that way. Her diet only allowed for the smallest possible daily intake of calories. She exercised for three hours in the morning and two at night.

She was Glim’s first prey.

It wouldn’t be hard to get her to succumb to him. There was something about her that was already innately corrupt. For instance, there were times one could find her under her higher up’s desk, in order for her to get a raise (and yes, that pun was intended). She would do anything for power. She would do anything to be perfect.

Glim arranged a meeting with her. He looked wonderfully professional, with a black Armani suit and very expensive sunglasses.

“Hello,” said he, sitting across from her. They were in a large conference room, perfect for privacy. No meetings would be scheduled for that day. “You’re looking quite delicious, Miss Statham.”

Julie Statham smiled, quite obviously charmed. Perhaps she found a likeliness in Glim that she had trouble finding in anyone else.

“Thank you, Mr. Fletcher. What can I do for you?”

“As I told you, I’m the head of a modeling agency called ‘Azrael’ that works specifically for Vogue. Have you heard of that magazine?” He waved a hand, sure that she had. “In any case, I discovered you through your ad, and found that you were just perfect.”

He stood and walked around the large table to stand behind her, a graceful hand on her immaculate shoulder. “Except—” He slid his hand down her arm, fingers ice cold. Julie couldn’t help but to shiver. “You’re a bit plump.”

Julie sat up straight, eyes huge. “What?! How dare—”

“It’s nothing that can’t be fixed, my dear.” Glim slid easily into the chair beside her, pulling out a bottle of diet pills (created specifically by him, the main ingredient being ‘cyanide’). “Just take these twice a day, and you will be the image of perfection.” He smiled, and his eyes crinkled. “For Azrael.”

And he stood up again, putting his business card (created by him, for a nonexistent business, oh, was he having fun). “Call me, darling.”

And then he was gone.

Julie was left by herself to stare at the bottle, perfectly polished lips pulled down in a slight frown. She took the bottle, unscrewed the top, and dumped one oval pill into beautifully manicured hand.

“For Azrael,” said she, then dry swallowed the pill.