Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the gargoyles, humans, fey, dogs, cats, lizards, butterflies, or robots in this fic except Lienad and any other characters I invent and add latter on.
Darkness had fallen long ago and still Nightstone Corp headquarters was alive. Throughout the building workers burned the midnight oil, but none more so than the queen bee herself. A 32 oz coffee cup at her side with azure fingers blurring over the keyboard Demona worked furiously on her latest forms. Hammering the enter key with vindication she swallowed the dregs of coffee in triumph. Demona, immortal gargess, enemy of humanity, sorceress extraordinaire, had vanquished the evil tax reforms. Victory never felt so good. Reclining in her office chair Demona gently massaged her temples. *Only HUMANS could have made such torture.*
Sighing she slowly rose and worked the kinks out of her body. Long since relinquishing some of her time to her business, Demona was still amazed at how much time and energy it required. Unintentionally her respect for Xanatos had risen a couple notches. With a flick of her wrist she shutdown the computer for the night and grabbed her briefcase. Strolling towards the bay window Demona did not even notice her exhaustion. That is until she passed her mirror.
True she knew she was running herself ragged but nothing prepared Demona for what she saw. Normally azure skin was now a pale dusky tone but for the dark duffel bags under her bloodshot eyes. Fire red hair normally either pulled back in a severe bun or let loose in a blazing mane now laid in a flaccid limbo, as if not knowing which way to go and not having the energy to care. Definitely not the best of weeks for her.
Grinning as dreams of feather pillows and canopy beds danced through her mind she leapt from the window and caught the first draft home. Thank god it was Friday. Across the roof tops another smile lurked bellow a night camera. A few snapshots later the grin was still there. He truly wondered if Demona realized how ridiculous she looked. A female gargoyle in a ripped business suit carrying a battered brief case looking like death warmed over. Undeniably it was a picture worthy a few laughs. Carefully packing up his equipment the man quietly slipped into the shadows.
A/N: Well that finishes chap. 1. Will Demona get some sleep? Will her tax reform be rejected? And who is this mysterious man? The truth will be set free.
P.S. Please review. Flamers are welcome. -Thanatos85-
Darkness had fallen long ago and still Nightstone Corp headquarters was alive. Throughout the building workers burned the midnight oil, but none more so than the queen bee herself. A 32 oz coffee cup at her side with azure fingers blurring over the keyboard Demona worked furiously on her latest forms. Hammering the enter key with vindication she swallowed the dregs of coffee in triumph. Demona, immortal gargess, enemy of humanity, sorceress extraordinaire, had vanquished the evil tax reforms. Victory never felt so good. Reclining in her office chair Demona gently massaged her temples. *Only HUMANS could have made such torture.*
Sighing she slowly rose and worked the kinks out of her body. Long since relinquishing some of her time to her business, Demona was still amazed at how much time and energy it required. Unintentionally her respect for Xanatos had risen a couple notches. With a flick of her wrist she shutdown the computer for the night and grabbed her briefcase. Strolling towards the bay window Demona did not even notice her exhaustion. That is until she passed her mirror.
True she knew she was running herself ragged but nothing prepared Demona for what she saw. Normally azure skin was now a pale dusky tone but for the dark duffel bags under her bloodshot eyes. Fire red hair normally either pulled back in a severe bun or let loose in a blazing mane now laid in a flaccid limbo, as if not knowing which way to go and not having the energy to care. Definitely not the best of weeks for her.
Grinning as dreams of feather pillows and canopy beds danced through her mind she leapt from the window and caught the first draft home. Thank god it was Friday. Across the roof tops another smile lurked bellow a night camera. A few snapshots later the grin was still there. He truly wondered if Demona realized how ridiculous she looked. A female gargoyle in a ripped business suit carrying a battered brief case looking like death warmed over. Undeniably it was a picture worthy a few laughs. Carefully packing up his equipment the man quietly slipped into the shadows.
A/N: Well that finishes chap. 1. Will Demona get some sleep? Will her tax reform be rejected? And who is this mysterious man? The truth will be set free.
P.S. Please review. Flamers are welcome. -Thanatos85-
