Citizen Andrey, if I may first put to bed those fanciful fears of yours! I am a devil, yes, but the situation is of an utmost more complex nature than a gentile creature as myself would care to discuss idly in a doorway or another such place. I will spare the details, but for this moment, it is fair to say that I am both of and am not of the Embassy, and being as such (and something else, entirely, I may so cheekily add!), I am obligated to no ties but the ones that amuse me most often. In fact, I am a regular attendee of the congregation – you may have seen me, then, on Sundays; I am the charming thing in the black lace and veil, you see! – and can find even the most dullest of sermons dryly, well… hilarious. But one must keep a good reputation, musn’t one? And by any means!
I would, however, refrain from tossing my fellow Hellish associates out of doors (or windows) within the future. These lips are tightly locked as to why, but I will acknowledge that my brethren have been quite on edge as of late. Do be careful. Beyond that, the Affectionate Devil is a good bosom friend of mine. It wouldn’t do, simply, to be without his humour for even the shortest of evenings.
But my, I digress!
My business, simillar to any story or issue relating to my background, is none of the sort that is deemed common enough for friendly banter ‘round the cobblestone walkways. As you are well aware, even the shingles and doorstops have ears, these days, and a proper Fisher-King can fish more than just the simple tokens of one’s pocket by wires, these days. Therefore, I simply must invite you, and any other, to the manor for tea – it is on the eastern side, farthest away from the House of Chimes, but directly across from it, given a loop in the road or two! Just behind the docks, really! – perhaps sometime in the late afternoon? That is, if a handyman’s schedule allows, darling. (Ha ha!)
In the meantime, I have noticed a most curious of forms to be filled out upon demand by the game master (though I shudder to think of a Rubbery as anything more than a… a serf!) that I will carefully proceed in scripting. I will also briefly fill out the same form, if necessary, for my maid and coachman, but only upon his request, since at least one of them does share my lodgings, and I am frequently in the company of the other. I shall hope to see the same done by yourself in the interim, of course, and then tomorrow, I should very much like to feast mine eyes upon the rest of you, in action. I shall save my introductions for then, if you please, as I do so enjoy remaining mysterious as long as possible.
I will submit my ‘envelope’ not at this moment, however – do not worry, mine will be obvious with its most fashionable and dramtic flair! – with informative documents providing background and profile for a devil of myserious origins sometime in the early hours of the morning.
For now, my dearest handyman, and rubbery …person, I will take back to the Shuttered Palace, where I entertain, on certain odd days. I am now late, and simply must go and prepare my toilette. Ta, for now.