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Chapter 1

Tangled in a mess of red sheets, moaning at the light from the morning which had managed to find it way passed the venition blind, lay one very grumpy Dietric Clive Messenger. The muscles in his arms flexed and rippled, as he draped his arms over his eyes in an attempt to hinder the glaring morning from proceeding to wake him further; his mess of black hair was a sharp contrast against the red covers, which hid the rest of his olive and toned body. Dietric had never been a morning person, he hated how bright and chipper everything was, including the people. Give him the darkness of the night any day of the week, that was when he was at his best; especially at the clubs and bars. He wasn't a big drinker but he did love to dance and party the night away; the only time those evenings were perfect was when he found some sexy young thing to take home with him.

With a sigh, he decided he couldn't ignore the morning light much further and that it was about time to get his ass out of bed. Uncovering his face, he groaned, blinking against the harsh light that invaded his exotic charcoal coloured eyes. Rolling over on his side, he checked the clock on his bedside table; he moaned furiously as the little red digits told him it was eight-thirty-two in the morning.

"Why the hell am I up this early in the morning. I doubt God would be awake at this time on a Sunday." With that said, he sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

With a hearty yawn, he surveyed his bedroom. Apart from the obvious red covers, the rest of the room was decorated in creams and beige, from the walls all the way to the carpets and chairs. Dietric liked clean, neutral colours, as well as order; every room in his large, fancy apartment was decorated pretty much the same – everything clean, tidy and orderly. However, with that he also enjoyed having that little something that represented chaos – with order always comes chaos – so in each room there was one object that stood out or didn't quite go with it's surroundings, much like his bright red bed sheets.

He stared at the mirrored wardrobe facing him and within seconds they opened, allowing him to peruse its contents. He had to admit, he did love being born a Magus, it gave him so much freedom, that he just wouldn't have if he was just a normal human. He especially likes the powers, as they came in so handy, however all good things come with the bad; also known as 'The Magi Elders'. They set down the law for all the witches, wizards, magi and magus alike; they knew if you have broken one of the laws, even before the person could say 'I'm fucked.' But even with the annoying Elders, Dietric always felt blessed he was born a natural Magus – one born with power close to the Elders – and in a world full of magic and magical beings; not only those like himself but also demons and fae. With a sigh, he clicked his fingers together, making a deep red shirt and a pair of black jeans fly out of the wardrobe, and land neatly on his bed.

"Time to get up I suppose." He stretched; his toned muscles rippling. "But first, a shower." He retorted, as he scratched his head.

Last night he had partied hard, but it had also been an strangely different … and eventful. And he still didn't feel right in his own skin. He wasn't like him to feel perturbed by someone before, whether human or not but last night had totally change his perception about himself. He could still feel those deep yellow-gold eyes drinking him in and making him shiver all over with pleasure. Now Dietric wouldn't usually mind this, but it wasn't a woman that had found him so interesting, it was male and a demon to boot. He shook his head hard, trying to remove the image from his mind but finding it futile.

'Never before has someone shaken my confidence and my sexual orientation. Just what did he hold over me?' He thought, biting at his plump pink lip. No! He wouldn't think about him, he just needed to get dressed and take his mind off of everything.

"It's not like I'd see him again anyway." He told himself; he figured if he kept telling himself that and said it out loud, that it would ring true.

With a loud, long yawn, he shoved the warm covers from his body, had shower and got dressed. He waded into the large open-plan living room of his apartment, he made his way towards the 'clinically' white kitchen. 'But what to do for breakfast?' He pondered, as he opened the fridge and stared hungrily at its contents. After a few moments, Dietric grabbed a couple of eggs and some cranberry and wensleydale cheese – a nice omelet always went down well when he didn't know what else to eat. After laying them on the counter top, he grabbed the milk and closed the fridge door, he needed a coffee just to wake up.

He rarely used magic unless he needed to, it was his grandmother that had taught him to only use his gift when necessary; other magical beings found him to be strange and as a result they kept their distance from him. Not that he cared much, he figured that he was better off without them if they only wanted to be around him for his power.

After eating breakfast he lounged on the sofa, watching daytime t.v. Which he never found to be interesting but it was something to do while he let his food settle. As he flicked through the channels he found something that made him lean forward on his lovely, leather cream sofa, his face twisting a mixture of shock, confusion and anger. He had stopped on a news channel which was reporting on a story that had developed from the early hours of the morning, where by a young male had been found naked, raped and murdered in a local club known as 'Vudoo'; which also happened to be one of Dietric's favourite party and water holes. His eyes were glued to the set as the reporter detailed the gruesome incident, including the location where the body was found and the state it was found in. He could hardly believe what he was seeing or hearing; since way before he was born, magic had been used to find out the killers by bringing back the spirits of the dead, so in the current era there were no murders.

"Whoever did this must be an idiot, especially if they think they can get away with it." Dietric mumbled to himself, thoroughly fixated on the t.v. After a few more moments, he flopped back on the sofa with a sigh and raked a hand through his glossy hair.

"Now where am I going to go tonight, I had it all planned out. Now I've got to change my plans, God dammit." He closed his eyes, his brows furrowing together and blew out a long annoyed breath .

Dietric had planned to club at Vudoo all weekend but now he would have to go to the only other option – 'Oxygen'. The club was okay, better than most, if you enjoyed partying with just magical beings but Dietric liked being around humans, they had so much more about them; they weren't all about magic, magic, magic. Also it meant one more thing, if he went it would mean that he would come home alone and that was just unacceptable, especially considering he had done that the night before because of that golden eyed demon.

With a sigh, he got up abruptly from the sofa, switched off the t.v. and made his way to his study. If his clubbing night was going to be shit, he might as well make the best of his time. 'Time to chat up some sexy little thing on the internet.' As he thought about this, a smile grew on his face.

"Oh I can't wait. Making those girls beg for it, keeps me cheerful for the whole day." He continued to mumble to himself, as he opened the door and walk into the study, already readying himself for a afternoon of pleasure. Just then there came a knock on the front door; he growled in frustration. 'Talk about timing. This better be good or else …'

He opened the door and to his surprise he found the police standing outside, with one of the magical Elders. Confusion obvious on his face, he greets his new guests and gestures for them to come in. As he closes the door and follows them into the living room, his mind is a jumble of questions and theories about why they are at his home.

"So Mr Messenger, obviously you are wondering what we are doing here." Announces the detective, flipping open a little black writing pad and clicking his pen to life. He stands a good six foot two inches, short light brown hair, green eyes and a strong Welsh accent. "My name is Detective Riva, this is my partner Detective Rogan and Elder Matthews. I don't know if you're aware but there was a murder in the early hours of this morning, as a local club. After speaking to several patrons, we found you're name pop up several times. So I would like to know, where were you between the hours of two and three this morning."

So shocked by the question, Dietric found he could only stand, staring wide eyed and slack jawed at the officer. He couldn't fathom why they were questioning him about the murder, couldn't they just call back the spirit of the dead man and find out who killed him? Just what did this have to do with him and why is one of the Elder's here? Finally finding his voice, he responded.

"I believe I was heading home around that time. I called a taxi, so you could check with the firm." He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, as he watched them eyeing him suspiciously.

The questioning continued for several hours, until the police decided that he had answered all their questions and then they advised they would be in touch, so not to go leaving town. After elhowing his guests out, Dietric slumped against the door and sighed. He couldn't believe what was happening, he felt drained and dirty.

"Why is all this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? Grandma … I think your grandson is in trouble and I'm hard pressed to know what to do to get myself out."

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