Chapter Five

In The Crow.

The Crow is a fine restaurant. The world's greatest chiefs strove to work there. The food was legendary, service second to none and the wine heavenly. Only the rich and famous could enter, and even then they might be denied access do to not meeting the restaurants strict code that governed who could and could not enter. The restaurant rested on top of one of the world's leaders in technology insuring that The Crow was always up to date and modern.

Nightstone Unlimited played host to The Crow, and in exchange for their security, Dominique Destine was guarantied access to the restraint along with any guest of her choosing.

Currently the redheaded businesswoman was enjoying a lavish breakfast with a raven-haired individual in a trench coat. The two said no more than twelve words towards each other and kept a purposefully calm face while they ate, always keeping eye contact. Only when the waiter came with the check did their gaze break.

"Your check, sir." The old server said kindly.

"… take this and go." Harry said coldly towards the slightly unnerved human, while offering a twenty dollar bill.

"I'm sorry sir but this won't cover your bill, in fact this barely covers your appetizer."

"I think you're not understanding me, take the money and leave or I'll snap your neck.

Now utterly unnerved the waiter backed up, before seeming to gather his nerve and said with a shaking voice," Sir, I'm afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave, it would be wise to do so before I call for security."

"You say one word and ill rip your throat out you pot-bellied swine. Then ill tear out your heart and eat it in front of you family before killing them all with a rusty machete. Do I make myself clear, swine?" Harry hissed.

The thoroughly cowed waiter nodded and hurriedly left the table, not even bothering to take the money.

With a twist of his hand Harry banished the currency before turning towards his smirking companion.

"You know, if I didn't secretly own the place I would pissed at you for potentially getting me banned." The red head said in a teasing voice.

"Shut up, you know you loved watching that swine squirm."

"True. You might want to tone it down though, it's really hard to get anything done when you have every member of law enforcement after you though. And if you act this way all the time then eventually one of these vermin will contact there authorities."

"The big bad 'Demon' is afraid of some human law enforcement?" Harry said with mirth in his voice.

"I am not afraid of mere humans!" Demona growled," I simply find having to avoid theme tedious, after all I don't want to reveal my-self too soon."

"I can appreciate that." Our dark protagonist said, twirling his hand. And summoning a handful of black orbs into his hands. "These will wipe there memories." He told Demona upon seeing her confused face.

The human hating pair got out of there both and headed towards the door, much to the relief of the Ravens staff. Without looking Harry tossed the black orbs at the staffs heads and wipe out the entire morning from their minds.

"Happy?"

"Very much so. Is that how you plan to cover the death of Maza?"

"Who said she was dead?"

"Urgh… my head." The voice of Elisa Maza came from the darkness. "Were am I?" Trying to site up the disgruntled detective tried to site up only to hit her head on a metal bar.

"Ow! What the hell? Am I…am I in a cage?" Feeling around she learned that she was in fact in a cage, much like the kind you would put a large dog in.

Faced with the fact that she was alone in a unknown location trapped in a cage, Elisa did what any person would do. Freak out.

In the Clock Tower the broken and bloody body of Goliath was tended to by Lexington and Brooklyn.

"What do you think happened Lex?" The red gargoyle asked his rookery brother, "You think Demona got him?"

"I don't know Brooklyn," the small green gargoyle said as he carefully stitched one of his leaders wounds close," this doesn't look like her style."

"Well who else could it have been, he appeared in a flash of light and if that doesn't scream magic I don't know what dose. And as far as I know Xanatos knows as much magic as I do. So if it isn't Demona I don't know who it could be." The frustrated gargoyle was pacing angrily by the end of his little tangent.

"Hey, has Broadway come back from looking for Hudson and Elisa yet?" The smaller gargoyle asked, having just finished bandaging the last of Goliaths wounds.

"No, and its almost sunrise. Why does everything bad happen in threes?"

Just as the words left his mouth a large green gargoyle came into the tower sobbing as he held a large, tarp covered object.

Before either of his brothers could ask him what was wrong Broadway looked at theme and said two words that shook theme to their core.

"Hudson's dead."