[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Yes, now that you mention it, I do feel a strangely powerful urge not to act. Am I invited to this soirée of yours? I'd like to meet the putain-petit who thinks she can compel me. You just know it's a woman. They're all jealous, all begging me for love potions, and then they come back asking for poison to kill their paramours!"

Catherine stares blankly at her Master for a second. "What was your question again? Oh, this modern world. The... Grail... if we must name it, saw fit to educate me about the nature of the times. I suspect this country is just as corrupt as the last time I appalled it with my presence. We'll find out, I suppose."

With a wave, La Voisin dismisses her familiars and takes a seat for herself. "And what of you, monseigneur? What do you know of this world? Do you know what men and women will do to each other, in the decadence of too much time? Do you know the name of La Voisin? Why exactly are you seeking that execrable chalice?"