Lack of sleep pulled on Mar's eyelids, threatening to brush her lashes against the smeared eyeliner beneath them. Her heart fluttered—not that she took any notice—from a bit too much caffeine. Heavy sighs periodically left the three of them, as Kris and Mar scanned layers of websites one across from the other, laptops touching slightly on the small wooden table. Lucifer sat, fidgety on the bed behind them, thumbing through a dusty book.

"Got something," Mar's voice was calm but she smacked her hand on the table, the wood nearly giving out with the blow, making Kris jump as she typed across from her.

"Finally," she responded with a sigh, looking relieved and curious.

"I came across this creature called a Rakshasa, takes human form and feeds on human flesh. Explains why the mass was missing and why they were torn apart." Kris closed her laptop, ponding a moment. Lucifer had already turned his attention to them, throwing the book aside of which he read about three sentences seven times.

"If it eats human flesh wouldn't it have eaten the kids?" She enquired

"If you were hunting why would you get the small game," Mar began her question

"When there's larger game upstairs," Lucifer finished like a train of thought from the bed.

"Kay, That's pretty f-ed up guys," Kris paused eyeing them with a hint of amusement, " but what does it say about the Rakshi?"

"Rakshasa," Mar corrected, "It's apparently Hindu, ancient. They're shapeshifters who can make themselves invisible. They apparently live in filth and...hmm," She trailed off momentarily scrolling her eyes along the screen, " And they have to be invited into a home."

"Vampy," Kris noted, Mar squinting at her, "Wow, that's great," Kris sighed out with the information, "With that kind of thing it seems like we would have run into one by now."

"Says here that they only emerge to feed every 20 to 30 years," Mar answered, her eyes still moving along the text.

"What does the website say about killing it?" Kris further enquired, rubbing her face briefly as she spoke.

"Well, you got any brass in the trunk?" Mar responded with a raise of her eyebrow earning a sigh in response.

"Is this really how you spend your lives," Lucifer chimed in, a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Yep," Kris glared at him.

"Yes it is," Mar answered, "Happen to have any brass shoved up your ass," She added with a smirk as she turned in her chair to face him, her eyes once again lingering on his tousled blonde hair. 'It was always like that' she thought with a hint of a smile threatening to spoil the snarkiness she intended. He simply returned the smirk, both of them looking away after the comment.

"How are we supposed to find this thing," Kris spoke up, looking at Mar questioningly as she gestured to her laptop.

"I'm not sure," Mar trailed off as she scrolled, "Ok, well, I guess it has to be let into the home. So, if a kid answered the door in the middle of the night and found something standing there, What would they let in?" She spoke out loud as if she was explaining it to herself, following a train of thought.

"God, I don't know, a dog, a unicorn, clown, friend-"

"Wait go back," Mar interrupted, "A clown?"

"Well, maybe. I certainly wouldn't but," Kris explained as Mar closed her laptop, furrowing her brow as she thought.

"Didn't we pass a sign on the way into town about a side show," She finally asked, Kris eyes widening with her words.

"Yes we did," Kris realized, standing up from the table, "Let's check it out then."

"We should probably get some brass first, as a precaution." She remained seated, leaning back and twisting to look toward Kris, as she spoke.

"I got some in the car," She stated pulling her jacket over an arm

"I asked you and you said you didn't" Mar noted looking up at her almost with a laugh

"No I never answered. I think I've got some in the trunk."

"You think?"

"I have some in-"

"OK, Ok" Mar laughed fixing her leather jacket around herself as well, "Let's go." She raised her eyebrow at Lucifer as she moved to the door. He smiled at her, standing up and throwing her a wink as she loaded her gun from the side table, tucking it away on her person.

"Great job," Kris yelled as she was knocked to the ground by an invisible force

"How the fuck was I supposed to know it was the manager and not the carnies," Mar shouted back, exasperation in her voice as she pulled herself up from a similar blow. The pavement outside their hotel ripping the skin of her knees. The neon light cutting the dark made it difficult to see—not that it mattered do to the invisible creature currently beating the shit out of them. Mar stood, almost completely up before the creature appeared, his once trustworthy older face plastered with an inhumanly smirk, as he pulled her up off the ground by her neck.

"Drop her," Lucifer growled, his eyes red in the night, from behind the Rakshasa. The smirk never left it's face as Mar tumbled to the ground. He faced Lucifer, eyeing him.

"An angel, haven't seen the likes of you in malenia," It mocked moving closer with his words. Mar had scurried to her feet and rushed to the discarded knife a few yard away. Kris staggered, keeping herself up against the wall near the rooms, as blood dripped from head, her vision a black and neon cloud.

"Tsk,tsk,tsk," Lucifer stepped closer to the creature with an equally mocking grin set off by the red in his eyes.

"Such a shame there isn't more meat on those wings of yours," The creature taunted, eyeing his wings stretched behind him, invisible to Kris. The mockery seem to wear thin on Lucifer's face, replaced with a boiling rage. He stepped forward with murderous conviction, raising his hand only to stop in his tracks as a brass blade burst through the creature's chest. He crumpled to the ground, revealing Mar standing behind him, blood streaking her face,her arms still raised as if she was still lodging the knife in him.

" My sweet Lord," The familiar nasal voice spoke from behind them, causing them to all turn to look at the women, standing shocked in her night gown.

"Mam," Mar began, stepping toward her with her hands stretched out in calming gesture. The woman only jumped back, screeching slightly.

"Ok, It's ok," Mar stopped moving, lowering her voice in an effort to comfort her.

"No," The women tried to be firm in her tone but her voice shook, "I will not be apart of your evil rituals,"

"Mam, No we aren't-"

"In the name of all things holy I will not be your meal or your-" She cut Mar off in hysterics but trailed off as her mind spun, grasping at words.

"Why would be," Mar turned in pure confusion toward Lucifer who was chuckling to himself, "Mam we aren't going to hurt you," The motel keeper found no solace in this. Lucifer started toward her.

"Stay away," She yelled, stumbling back. Lucifer's fingers rested on her head a moment and she collapsed on the floor. Mar rushed to her, kneeling and checking her pulse.

"She's fine. She'll wake up with no memory of this-," He wiggled his fingers looking for the right word. Mar's furrowed brow faded as a soft smile grew. He helped her to her feet, his hand lingering as it brushed down her arm.

"Mar let me drive," Kris ordered softly from the passenger seat.

"I'm fine, plus you have a head wound," She noted firmly, a sleepiness painfully evident in her voice as she rubbed her thumb against the steering wheel.

"So do you," Kris only received an indignant nod, "Please, Mar just pull over and get some sleep. I can drive the rest of the way," Mar sniffled, rubbing her brow and pinching the bridge of her nose before conceding. Kris took the driver's seat as Mar moved to the back with Lucifer. The road brought about a soft hum, quickly relaxing her aching bones as she leaned against him. The night brought its own haze, the moon's light shining against the blood glazed and partially dried on her forehead. Lucifer's arms found their way around her and Mar soon drifted into a dreamless sleep, hoping the throbbing in her head would subside by morning.