Pissed at what she read in Azazel's report to her, she rounded the corner towards an apartment building near Shinjuku station having her last day in Tokyo ruined by the aforementioned Devil King. This building housed a penthouse that belonged to her from her many dealings in the proceeding six years. It was to be her home once she had found a way to be to her family again in her desired outcome which would always without fail draw amusement from the dragon god that spoke to her. She dug into her windbreaker's pocket producing a ring of three keys. Unlocking the front door and quickly entering, she rounded a group of mailboxes before spotting the elevator. However, before she could press the button to call the elevator, a middle-aged woman called out to her. "Oh Lucy, you are back dear." Lucia turned to see the older woman walking up to meet her, shopping bags in tow.
Lucia put on a mask of happiness at the woman's call and smiled while greeting her. "Hello, Tohsaka-san it has been some time hasn't it."
The woman beamed at her upon returning the gesture. The Brunette dropped her bags in favor of capturing the young woman in an embrace. "You should be here more often, this is your home and it is going to waste with your brother doing as he pleases."
'My brother?' She internally questioned.
'Your guest, Lucia.'
Lucia gave off a dangerous vibe as she grinned at Tohsaka causing the woman to recoil a bit. "I am sorry Tohsaka-san but that man is not my brother, he is a family friend." Lucia told the woman. 'He is so fucking dead.' She thought while correcting the woman, the only person she would consider a brother was kilos away in Kuoh. "Did he do something to offend you?" The girl's face warned of danger as she spoke.
"No, he did not…" Tohsaka was now worried.
"If that is the case I should be going, I have some business to attend to after I check on everything." Lucia, not waiting for the other woman to respond, called the elevator.
Despite needing the elevator herself the mature woman opted to double back to the mailbox before she felt the wrath that seeped from the girl. "Ah... I forgot to check my mail, you go on ahead sweetie." She spoke to Lucia while the doors of the elevator opened.
"Alright, is it okay if I see you before I leave again?" Lucia asked with a neutral expression. She wanted at least to meet everyone she had met in her time in Tokyo before she left because she did not know what revealing that she had been alive the last six years to her aunt and cousin would bring, especially when she had erased the cousin's memories of her. The two of them being so close before might change her plans before long depending on his reaction.
Watching the young woman enter the elevator, Tohsaka smiled and reassured the girl. "I would like that, Lucy, you can drop by anytime you want."
"Thank you, thank you very much." Lucia said as the doors closed. Her expression took a turn for the worst while the elevator ascended, her face twisting into one of pure rage as the floors of the building came and went.
'What do you want to do, Lucia?'
"Have Azazel clean up his own mess after I deal with that idiot priest."
(...)
A blonde man was in bed with a black-haired local as he enjoyed the last two weeks as he waited for the Devil King Azazel's intervention with his problem in Kuoh. He had borrowed this apartment from a 'co-worker' Lucia Pendragon. Apparent by the sparse decor that this was a secondary home and that she had given him the keys instead of being roommates with him, but he did not mind although he did want to have his fun with her, that being she was a rarity being one of three living Pendragon women and him being able to entertain a 'intimate' relationship was a goal he had before join the Devil King and the burnt winged angels. Though that was the idea that would have to wait until after the Azazel's plans for the Nephilim had come about, but now he had another woman, the third in the previous two weeks warming his borrowed bed. He brushed her long black hair looking at the woman's running makeup in delight. "We have the whole day ahead of us and I am going to enjoy you thoroughly." the man said, looking at the sleeping oriental beauty lying next to him unconscious.
He did not have the time to admire further as the haunting feminine voice of his host entered the apartment. "FREED I KNOW YOUR HERE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE THIS INSTANT."
The shouts echo through the home before Freed reluctantly gets up from bedding to cover his naked form. After a few seconds, he emerged from the hallway visible from the entrance rubbing the crust from his eyes. "Do you have to be so loud in the morning, Pendragon?" His weary eyes landed on the pool of emerald that he desired so much.
The Brit had her arms crossed below her chest with a rosary decorating her left hand watching the man's eyes scan her body in disgust. "Hello sir, I have been getting quite a few complaints about you, I think that it's time you found somewhere else to stay. Preferably outside of the country." She spoke as a twisted grin entered her face.
"What is this horse shit, what have I done?" Freed moved to close the distance, but was stopped by the rosary that had turned into a longsword with gold trim being pointed mere CMs from his face. "Now, now... This is a civil conversation. Let's keep it that way." He had no idea what he had done but he wanted to leave this apartment alive so he wasn't going to be argumentative about it.
The woman took out the picture that she had gotten from Azazel before throwing it at the ground in front of him. "Doesn't that boy look familiar to you?"
Freed picked up the torn photo examining it further before his features twist into a scowl. "The boy that Raynare is protecting? What of it?"
"Like I said, doesn't he look like someone you know?" Lucia narrowed her eye at the man's admission. "Because I remembered seeing his eyes somewhere before."
Freed examined the picture more thoroughly looking to see if he had missed something before recognizing the woman's hint. The boy's eyes were the same ethereal green as the fully visible eye of the woman in front of him. The word 'shit' ran through his mind as he fully comprehended the situation. That one night two weeks ago might have shortened his life dramatically if he had got his way.
"I see you had a run-in with my cousin, and you thought it would be a good decision to have him killed. And now I am harboring the man that ordered the death of his friend." She adjusted the blade to sit on Freed's shoulder. "How do you think that makes me look..." She paused and looked at the hallway that he had come from with a sadistic smile. "One second please."
The woman that Freed had spent the night with came into view. "What's for brea-" Before the woman could finish the top half of her body crumpled to the floor followed by the bottom half.
"As I was saying, how do you think that makes me look, Freed?" Lucia said, not bothered by the dismembered lifeless woman on her floor.
"I wou-"
"Rhetorical question false messiah." She interrupted the priest, wiping her blood-covered holy sword on his shoulder. "I would look very bad to everyone involved, think about how dumb it would be for me to let one of my associates steal what belongs to me. And guess what you almost accomplished."
"..."
"That's right dumbass, you and that Devil King of yours had almost made me into your fool." She looked over at the bisected woman who was lying in her blood as her sword turned back into a rosary. "Giving you my Ascalon was never an option so get that out of your head." She confirmed before opening the door behind her. "And if I find out that you targeted my Issei again I won't be as merciful." She shortly exited after finishing her threat, poking her head in through the half-opened door. "Oh, you're a big boy right?... Clean your fucking mess." She finished slamming the door once she was clear of it.
