Adela looked to the demon, a blank expression on her face. In reality, she wished to crush the red eyed creature under her heel at the implication that she was a measly witch. She could restore the souls of which he took to satisfy himself, destroy his kingdom in hell, and wipe him from existence all together…. What arrogance he possessed. He would not act as such if he knew what she was.

Adela pushed her thoughts away and swallowed her pride. She would have to hold herself in check. She could not give herself away to him or his little master.

The silver haired man pulled at a blue bead in her hair. He had set to playing with the dark locks, re-braiding and brushing it inside of his shop. She knew the ancient reaper to a point, as he did her, but she had never met him in the physical realm. All reapers knew her soul, as she did theirs. Her power was inter-webbed with their very being. The ability to end the life of a mortal was merely another part of the Moirai, the essence that she wielded through her whole being.

He knew who she was as soon as she had entered the front parlor.

She glanced to the earl, his eye studying her from head to toe, gaze always coming back up to lock on her shimmering tattoos. She smirked, tilting her head to allow him a better look at the markings. Immediately he blushed deep red. She had caught him.

"Were you intending to tell us of your motives, witch, or did you think you could take my master as you have the others?"

"Do not think me of filth such at that, demon!" Adela snapped, fierce molten gold snapping to dull, lazy red. He smiled at her, the gesture not reaching his gaze. She sat straight, challenging the creature as she flexed her power. Sebastian's eyes glowed, pupils shifting to slits as his body reacted to the flex of energy. Undertaker fell into fits of laughter. The two beings continued to glare as the reaper cackled until he reduced into broken giggles.

"I can assure you;" the silver haired man began, "That she is not involved in the disappearances. As is her nature, I'm sure she is here to see what is going on. Isn't that right, my dear?"

Adela broke away from her pissing match to see the Undertaker's toothy grin. She could feel the wave of persuasion from the man, knowing that he wanted her play into the story he was helping her weave.

"Of course. As so many innocents are being taken, it is my duty to make sure attention is not brought to the Coven. We are not involved." The lie fell smoothly from her lips. She had always had an excellent impassivity when it came to such things even though her outer interactions were scarce.

"Explain your happening upon myself and the young master, then." Sebastian's smile was still in place. Adela fought the sudden urge to rip his lips off.

"How is it you both always seem to find trouble, Mr. Butler?" Undertaker giggled, cutting the goddess from her thoughts. "You both are beacons to beings that are of the super natural." Adela quirked a brow at the statement and eyed the duo in front of her. Was there a pattern in the boy's life? She would have to see into this…

The group sat in silence for a pause.


Sebastian swallowed hard. His caution and protectiveness of his meals were the only things keeping his control. He was questioning the woman, yes, but the call to take her as his own was overpowering. The licks of power he felt constantly were an aphrodisiac to him, heady and spicy. Something about her seemed wrong. Even though a witch's powers called to beings such as him, this was entirely different.

He pushed at her with his own prepotency. Her eyes flew back to his, a light dusting of rose touching her cheeks as her eyes blazed for a moment. Her doe-like orbs dropped, her expression shifting briefly to that of a woman's in the bedroom. His smirk deepened. The effect was reciprocated between them.


Adela felt a wave of pleasure course through her, nipples hardening and a heat coiling in her lower abdomen. Her eyes snapped to the source of power that caused her body to spin from her control. Predatory eyes locked with hers, and she felt herself relax into the lusty force the demon wielded.

What in the world was he doing to her?

"Adela, darling, please tell the good dog about a certain serpentine acquaintance of yours. I'm sure that you of all people would know of her involvement with children."

The goddess startled, her eyes darting to the covered ones of the reaper. She breathed in sharply. The cold air burned her dry throat. Her control re-hit her like a force of nature.

Serpentine? That she knew? Perhaps…

Adela shifted in her seat, mind shifting through the twines of fate that laced throughout the city. Her power blanketed miles, and the chord of which she sought shuddered in response, arching up to meet hers from among hundreds. Its inky blackness dripped to taint those that it had touched. She blinked at the smiling man as he nodded enthusiastically at her, her consciousness refocusing on the men before her.

"Well?" The earl's question brought her attention to him. She smiled, white teeth gleaming in the light of the room.

"What do you know of Greek mythology, little lord?"

A/N: NKC here! Goodness has it been forever since I have updated this story! What is going on with Adela and Sebastian? Who will our first evil being be? Hmm, I wonder... Please review! I would love feed back. I am so sorry I have not updated in so long. Life just catches up with us like that doesn't it? If the explicit nature of this story offends, please watch for notices at the top of chapters in which sex will occur. Those chapters with be stand-alone so that you can skip them over, but I will have them. Also, this story will be gory. If that does not appeal to you, I apologize but I feel like the darkness has to be present in order for the lighter sections of the story to shine, no? Please PM me if you have suggestions or critiques! Until next time!