The courtyard was a respite from the gloom. And yet it was not. They were regarded by a sharp suited figure with a sardonic gaze. Standing beside one of his familiars he looked down on the Wabbit. "The Wabbit," he stated in a clipped tone, A breeze ruffled his suit and his hair. "I am "The Devil," he added. "I am in charge of things." "What things?" announced Lapinette. She pointed. He stared. "Supermarkets, cars, food, airports, that sort of thing. And you." He pointed too. "A cultural icon if you will." He swung around? "You too,
The Wabbit." He drawled '
the' until it became unsustainable. "What brings you here,
The Wabbit? This place of tourists, snack bars, stained glass windows." "Oh, I came for you, oh pompous one," grinned the Wabbit. The devil affected a sideways look. "People love pompous." He wrinkled his nose. "Am I as you seek?" "I expected a disguise," grunted the Wabbit. "Are you impressed," said the Devil, "I paid for a good one." "You paid?" breathed Lapinette. "The best that crypto currency can buy," smirked the Devil, "although I'm in charge of that too. I mined it myself." He waved a paw. "I'll be seeing you." He turned to go. "Not if we see you first," said the Wabbit. Lapinette nodded. "We'll bring a long spoon. too." The Devil waved. "You can taste my distinct flavour." He smiled once more. "Good luck my prosecco drinking friends." He vanished, leaving only bare cobbles. The Wabbit tried to stop him. But he had changed to nothing in the breeze.
