Chapter 5
A silhouetted figure jumped through the shadows of the buildings, stopping only once to find his trail again. Little children playing hop-scotch didn't notice as black streak shot from under them to the other side of the playground, the shade moved from one shadow to another, conversations held by a group of teenagers blurred together as the shade moved around them and into the a passing shadow of a car.
The shade traveled from one car shadow to another, until it smelt the salt air of the ocean, he jumped from the moving shadow of the car to the still one of a tree standing by the bay. Out of the shadow two silver eyes appeared and looked over at the giant T standing in the middle of an island.
Niar looked at the giant T and scuffed in disgust, this is where her queens' potential home laid. Pathetic, of course it no longer mattered to herself; soon she will have her queen to herself once again. Slowly she took out a vial with a clear liquid that seemed to change colors by the second; yes very soon everything will be taken care of.
Falxon nodded his head to the human standing behind the counter who promptly nodded back to him out of a sigh of respect, Falxon he had spent enough time amounts human to know how to pass for one, it was part of his training. He ignored the stares that he received from a majority of the female human and a couple of the male, he had discovered long ago that no matter what he did to minimize his features he was always more attractive then any mortal, the same applied to any other demon and demoness pretending to be a mortal. As he entered the hotel room he checked out he noticed that the ceiling was made entirely of glass, there were three doors, one led to a balcony another to a bathroom fit for a king, and the last to another room which he had yet to explore. He also realized that a king size bed rested in the middle of the room and sitting in the middle of the bed was his sister. His bags were already sent up, walking pass the king bed that held his sister he went up to the glass doors opened them and walked onto the balcony and breathed in the air, again the demoness sent poisoned his system, it was like a drug, addicting.
He took the time out there to gather his thoughts before he finally came to a decision, he walked back into the room, the glass doors closed behind him with a thought, as he stalked across the room his appearance bleed back to there normal original demonic appearance. He stood in front of the bed and stared down at his blood kin, who wasn't wearing any clothing, while this was normal and acceptable in there realm he knew that here, in the mortal world it is seen to be intolerable and abnormal, his power mixed and his annoyance pulsed beneath his skin.
"What are you doing here Noxlafa?" He spoke to her in there demonic tongue since she didn't know how to speak any of the mortal languages other then Latin.
"Did you know that humans have these things called…what was it? Oh yes, 'tel-ev-as-tons!' And they use them to sit around and watch little humans that live within them! Isn't that fascinating?"
Sighing Falxon rubbed the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb, "Noxlafa, what in the seven hells are you doing here?"
"…"
"Noxlafa!" the dresser that sat next to the bed went up in flames and fell into a little pile of gray ashes.
"I just sought to perceive the person who may simply turn out to be my new sister, is my being here extremely inconvenient?"
"Yes! You don't have permission to be here! If any of the grand council found out you where here there will be consequences!" His voice vibrated through the room, if he didn't have such control over it, it would have turned the rest of the furniture into ash.
Noxlafa pouted and slammed her fist against the bed covering, small flames burst around her fist and disappeared, leaving being a burnt ring that went down to the bottom of the mattress, "No there wont, please brother of mine, let me stay! I myself have never seen the mortal world before and you have countless of times, it isn't fair!"
"You weren't taught how to blend in with the mortals, you don't know how!"
Noxlafa looked up at her brother deliberately allowing her hair to fall away from her face and made her eyes large and weepy, "Please Brother?"
Groaning Falxon dropped his head against the golden pole of his bed, "You're going to get in my way."
Knowing she had won Noxlafa jumped up off the bed and ran to the side of her brother hugging him from behind, leaning her head against his back, "No I wont, I will be good I promise! You won't even know I'm in the way."
Falxon thought about what he was considering and whether it was a good or bad thing.
"Please?"
Sighing into the pole Falxon relented, "Fine, but on several conditions!"
"What conditions?"
Turning around Falxon held out his hands in them two silver hand shackles and a chocker appeared, they resembled the jewelry that some of the human females wore now days, except that these had runes carved and enchanted into them. "These are my old fetters and collar that I had used when I was being trained to disguise myself amongst the humans, you will wear these the whole time you are here, and you will not take them off at all, except if it's an major crisis. You understand me?"
"Yes, so what do they do?" Noxlafa slipped them on and immediately her appearance changed, her floor length hair shortened so that it was now just brushing past her shoulders, her skin faded to a soft golden tan and her eyes bled to an almost obsidian color that on the occasion flashed with a streak of red.
"As you can tell it alters your appearance so that the mortals wont recognize as anything but one of there own, it also dilutes your powers so that you wont accidentally expose yourself as to what you are to them, and most importantly it masks your voice so that the humans could only hear you speak there tongue, if you've notice you now understand the language what the mortals call English. And vise versa."
Tilting her head Noxlafa realized that she indeed could understand all that her brother spoke even though it was all in the language that the humans spoke with.
"Another one of my conditions is that while you are here you are to learn to speak English on you own and to not to always rely on those cuffs. Do you agree?"
Noxlafa nodded, "I agree." Turning she left toward the lavatory where she knew she had left the remains of her dinner.
"Where are you going?"
"Before you interrupted me I was in the middle of dinning, these humans had set out samples of there food, it is good but very chewy."
Falxon looked at the bowl of half eaten plastic fruit groaned and hit his head against the golden pole.
"By the way who is the Victoria Secret and why is she wearing so much on her body?"
Falxon groaned louder.
"And what are these 'Trojans' that I have seen on the 'tel-ev-as-ton?'"
The next day the staff at the best hotel in Jump City were discussing the mysterious events in Room 115, involving a bed post being bent in half, a burnt ring on the bed that went all the way to the mattress, a pile of ashes next to the bed where once stood the nightstand, and the heat that seems to never go away.
"In other news today a fan club has been opened, nation wide, the Nightwing Fan Club. This club was organized by one Kitty Moth. Nightwing, formally known as Robin, Batman's protégé, is well known for his…"
