Hello there! Welcome my friends to the next chapter of Light Bringer Stories: The Witcher.
Hope your going to enjoy it and now time for the story.
In the morning, Ciri's eyes opened when sunlight shined down through the window. Her bra draped over a lamp on the nightstand. Lucifer was laying in bed with her, as she rested her head on his bare muscular chest, snuggling into it with her legs over his own.
"Ciri." Lucifer said gently, "We need to get up."
"Silence." Ciri mumbled in her sleep but with a smile, "Pillows shouldn't talk."
"I guess we can stay like this for a while." Lucifer said, holding her closer in his arms, "Breakfast can wait."
"Luci..." Ciri said opening an eye to look at the clock, "It's eleven o'clock."
"Brunch then." Lucifer laughed.
After freshening up and getting dressed, the couple now sat opposite of each other in the outside area of a café, enjoying the sun. A waitress came back placing their coffee on their table before taking the rest of their order.
"So what's on the planning for today?" Lucifer said, as he took a sip from his coffee.
"I got a contract to take care of, nothing too difficult, should only take a few days." Ciri said as she stirred her beverage, "What about you?"
"I'm planning a party, nothing too big. Just a small get together." Lucifer said, "I already send Potato ahead to gather supplies."
"Oh, planning your birthday party?" she said, "Anything I can do to help?"
"All I need you to do is show up." Lucifer said with a smile, "Don't need you to get into a Arasaka ambush."
"Why not? I can always call you to get me out of it." Ciri said with a chuckle just as the waitress came back with their order.
"Here ya go." the waitress said as she brought over their order, "By the way, I love your accent."
"Well that's the thing, my dear." Lucifer said with his signature charming smile, "I don't have an accent. This is just how words are properly pronounced."
The waitress laughed at his remark, taken in by his charm before turning to Ciri, "Judging from your boyfriend's looks and sense of humor, you're a lucky gal." she added with a wink before returning to work.
"Yes." she said with a smile, placing her hand on top of his, "That I am."
On her way back from her contract, Ciri passed by the infamous Devil's Pit in Velen, where she overheard the desperate pleas of prayer, a prayer she answered. Dismounting her horse, Ciri approached the man, who was dressed in robes indicating he belonged to the Church of the Eternal Flame.
"Ah, wait! S-step back!" the priest shouted, frightened by the ashen haired woman with a sword, "I-I'm no warrior... Help! Anyone, help!"
"Would you keep it down." Ciri said annoyed as she placed her hands on her hips, "Not in the habit of murdering priests... yet."
"No priest, I'm a deacon!" he corrected her, "Just two months out of seminary and on me first mission. I-I-It wouldn't be right to kill a deacon on his first mission!"
"Alright, a deacon." Ciri said, "If that is all..." and she was about to return to her horse.
"No wait! Please help me." the man said quickly, "If they breach the gate, a pestilence will be upon us!"
"All right, but got a question first, deacon." Ciri said stopping and turning on the spot, "How's a witcheress fight a plague?"
"A witcheress? But you don't have the yellow..." the deacon said, "But I misspoke. Not the plague, its source. The Devil's Pit, this mine, has long been used as a... well, a place to sequester the hopelessly sick, an isolated haven for the afflicted..."
"I believe you meant 'a den to die in'." Ciri said disgusted, "Or am I wrong?"
"I'm not proud to admit it, but how else is the scarlet fog to be withstood?" the deacon said, "An incurable pestilence that spreads with the fury of wildfire?"
"I'm not about to sympathize." Ciri said, staring down the deacon, "Getting tossed in a hole, left to slowly rot and suffer... That is a fate I can pity."
"You would leave the plague-stricken to infect their kin, neighbors?" the priest argued, "They'd die all the same and take others with them. The Church seeks to protect the unafflicted."
"What's done is done." Ciri said seeing no point to this debate, "What do you need me to do?"
"Deep within the mine lies a salt cavern, haunted." the deacon exclaimed as he walked to the gates, Ciri followed, "Someone that is, something lurks there, so ancient records show. A spirit that breeds pestilence and whispers in the dark. It could be the Devil himself."
"I seriously doubt that." Ciri said dryly as she crossed her arms.
"Alas, a band of deserters has seized the Pit." the deacon continued to explain, "They butchered the afflicted. I was sent to urge their departure. Should they force open the mine's gate, descend into its depths..."
"Then we'll have more than just Catriona to stop." Ciri said, "So the deserters didn't take your warning to heart, I take it?"
"If only! They slew my retinue, I alone escaped." the deacon said turning to Ciri, "Please, you must help! I've coin to offer. They must be dealt with, the bandits and this... this vile spirit."
"So be it, I'll help." Ciri said with a nod, "And you wait for me here... coin in hand."
"Of course! Under the circumstances, I can't imagine how it might be better spent." the deacon said before handing over the key to the mines, "Eternal Fire guide you, witcheress!"
"Yeah, right." Ciri said, rolling her eyes as she walked past the gates.
Fighting her way down into the pit wasn't difficult for someone with Ciri's training and abilities. But what she was surprised by was when she already found another fighting down in the pit.
It was a teenage girl with long platinum blonde hair in a similar style to Ciri, except that instead of a bun, her hair is tied back in a ponytail. She wears a crimson red leather jacked over a untucked white dress shirt and dark brown pants with high kicks.
With her sword in hand, the girl was flying over the battlefield with grace rivalling a ballet dancer. There was something familiar about her way of moving during the fight.
One of the bandits, initiating two brief, unsuccessful strikes at the girls torso as she deflected them with her sword before cleaving his head off in a single swing. She turned around as another bandit engaged in an aggressive series of attacks however, she counter-attacked, depriving him of his weapon with a quick flourish.
She threw her hand out, casting what appeared to be Igni, but instead of the orange flames Geralt would make, it was a wave of blue and black fire.
The force of impact threw the bandits back, spraying it over the remaining bandits burning them to ashes.
With the opposition defeated, the girl sheathed the sword in the scabbard on her back before turning around to see Ciri looking at her.
"Oh, uh..." the girl said showing her vivid emerald green eyes, "I didn't do it."
"Right, I didn't you just stomp a group of bandits." Ciri said dryly as she crossed her arms, "And burning them alive."
"It was self defense, they attacked me first." the girl said, placing her hands on her hips, "So what brings you here?" as she began to look around.
"Got hired by a deacon." Ciri said, "You?"
"I got lost." the girl said simply, "I was attempting this spell but I sort of messed it up and ended up here."
"Clearly your not from this World." Ciri said, gesturing to her outfit which where way too modern for this World, "Yes, I know about different Worlds. Been to a few myself."
"You have? Knew you where a perceptive one when first saw you." the girl said crossing her arms and leaning slightly back, "Your going into the mine to stop the spirit inside there? I can help."
"How do you know about it?" Ciri said, having the feeling this girl was hiding something.
"Overheard a priest's and his retinue talk to the deserters about it before they killed them all." the girl explained, "I know I don't need to help, but if I do at least I didn't come here for nothing. Besides, you have seen me fight."
"Fine." Ciri said with a shrug, "I guess I could use the help."
"Cool. Oh, I believe we haven't introduced ourselves." the girl said, "The name is Beatrice, though I mostly go by Trice."
"Fiona." Ciri said, giving her usual name when she wasn't sure she could trust someone.
"Alright then, partner." Trice said giving a two finger salute, "This is going to be epic!"
"Trice, I'm not joking around." Ciri said seriously, "Can you take this seriously?"
"Of course, Fiona." Trice said with a smile, "Let's get this adventure on the road!"
On high alert, the two women entered the mine. The air was dry and the deeper they went, the darker it became. But before they where enveloped by complete darkness, Trice snapped her fingers and a orb of blue fire began to float above them, bathing the dark caverns in a eerily blue light.
"Interesting." Ciri said.
"Yeah, I know." Trice said as they walked, "Blue fire is really cool... Even though it's hotter than orange fire."
"No, I mean. The finger snapping." Ciri said as she imitated her finger snap, "When I saw you fight, you used something what looked like a witcher sign's."
"Oh, you did. What I did aren't really witcher sign's." Trice said, "It's just something I do during fighting to focus my magic."
"Well your fighting style does looks like a witcher." Ciri said.
"What's so wrong with that?" Trice said, "One, witcher's are super cool and two it's a noble profession."
"Really?" Ciri said, with a raised eyebrow, "Not many people would consider it a noble profession."
"Why isn't it? You preform a service that saves others, it's not noble because you get paid for it?" Trice said defensively, "What else should you work for? Exposure? If your good at something, never do it for free."
Before they could continue, the duo came across a small shack, which they silently agreed on to investigate.
Rummaging through the dusty shack, on a small table Ciri found a note to find a letter written by a Reinald.
Dear Osmund,
If hope this message finds you well. Beware the beings that lurk the mine. Took them for plague spirits of some type at first, but they behave all too human, just stupefied in some strange way.
A novel ghoul species? Wraiths? A manifestation of concentrated suffering? Whatever the case, they haven't tried to hurt me (much). Still, I advise caution. Watch for the ones pierced by nails - they seem especially dangerous. Was forced to kill one when it attacked. I assumed it was a ghoul, but its viscera were fully and undeniably human.
That said, most of the organs were badly damaged - symptoms of a blood fever. Couldn't understand how he was still alive. I suspect now it must have been some form of possession - something that twisted his form, and then - for reasons unknown - departed. I gathered samples our mentors ought to see. Have I discovered a new species? Curious to hear your thoughts.
Reinald
PS: I put Master Alger's hypothesis to the test on some of them. He was right. Scattered salt has no effect – only a complete enclosure seems to hold them in place. But it must be complete – pure salt, no gaps – for it to work properly.
"Curious." Trice said, having read the letter by looking over Ciri's shoulder, "I wonder who this Reinald is."
"So do I." Ciri said, "Let's go and be on the look out for those creatures."
"Will do." Trice said holding up a hand, "Wait."
She went to a fallen over chair, where she broke off one of its legs before going to the bed where she ripped off a piece of the blanket and wrapping it around the end. As a finishing touch, she snapped her finger and the blue fire appeared on the make-shift torch.
"Here you go." Trice said handing it to Ciri, so she had her own source of light.
But was they went further down the mine, no such creature appeared. But Ciri couldn't shake the feeling something or someone was lurking in the shadows, watching their every move. Continuing further, the duo passed until they came across a second set of doors leading further into the mine. They where about to pass until out of the corner of her eye, Ciri spotted something.
It was another letter, pinned next to the door.
Dear Osmund,
If you're reading this, it means you found the message I stowed near Novigrad as agreed. Probably wondering to yourself: who was right? You'll be happy to know you were. I'll only acknowledge it this once, so go on, savor the moment. But I digress, although the contract seemed easy enough, I should've waited for your arrival. How many times now have we made that mistake?
I think I've contracted something, fallen ill somehow. And yes, I know that's impossible. But I have no other way to explain my fever and lapses in memory. Here's hoping I have a uniquely weak constitution for a witcher, because if not, I find the alternative explanation far more concerning.
But if somehow the worst were to happen, I've prepared some notes for you. I marked each location with our insignia, you can't miss them.
For now, I'll experiment with a potion similar to Petri's Philter, though I lack celandine. With any luck I'll find some in the grasses surrounding Devil's Pit - that, or I'll have to substitute sewant mushrooms. If all goes well, you won't even have to read this. If all goes poorly I'll store the recipe and ingredients for you. Again, just in case, because you'll never need to read this.
Reinald.
"Seems Reinald was a witcher." Ciri said, handing the letter to Trice, "Seems Osmund was one too."
"Looks like it." Trice said, "Want to go and brew that potion?"
"No reason to." Ciri said, "I can't drink them and neither can you."
Head down the stairs and once again deeper into the mines, there was still no sign of any of the monster's that should have been lurking in this place. With the mine's entrance closed off, they couldn't have left.
The most likely solution was that the creatures had all been cut down by Reinald the witcher. Proceeding through and further down the stairs towards the large doors here, where another of Reinald's letter's is pinned.
Osmund
Shouted throat raw refused to let me out
know why now
Death everywhere
Darkness blood corpses fresh and fetid, air thick with plague
Concentrated suffering created specter pestilence pain
A red miasmal, born from death young and old, rotted flesh
already inside me when entered cave
No strength left to fight...
Imprison salt cavern only chance not sure who you will find
Prepare for anything
Hurry only hope is you keeps me alive
hurry hurry hurryhurry hurr
HURRY!
Walking through the door, they entered the large cavern, filled from the floor all the way up to the ceiling with salt stalagmite. Pinned up and hanging from the ceiling with pinned and surrounded by salt stalagmites, was the form of Reinald the Witcher.
"Hurry!" Reinald called out with a voice so dry and sounding as if it hadn't been used in centuries, "Free me."
Ciri and Trice gave each other a look, and with a nod from the ashen haired woman, the girl with platinum blonde hair moved forward to release him. With a simple telekinetic push, the stalagmite was shattered into clouds of salt but her control was good enough that Reinald remained unharmed by it.
The black clad witcher landed on his knees, taking a moment to collect himself, "The spirit... a miasmal... It's still here." Reinald said as he stood up, "It almost has control! Hurry!"
"Reinald?" Ciri said cautiously.
"Yes, but... m-my strength... fading." Reinald said as he began to convulse, "The spirit... taking control. I trapped us in here... The salt, wonderous. It can't escape."
"Well salt is known for purifying spirits." Trice said with a nod, "That's a pretty well known fact."
"But I feel it in me still... So long now." Reinald said in a pained whisper, "Help me, sister. Give me the potion to expel it at last."
"Found your letters to Lambert." Ciri said, obviously on guard, "Was sorry to read he betrayed you. Couldn't help thinking the miasmal wouldn't have bowed before the strength of two witchers."
"I was a fool... but what's past is past." Reinald said, shaking his head, "Lambert, the snake, never deserved my trust."
"I'll be sure to pass the message along when I see him. Though, your friend believe Osmund was his name." Ciri said, a hand on her sword, "Just got the sneaking suspicion I'm not talking to Reinald right now. But don't take me for a fool."
Reinald scowled at them as he drew his sword, so followed Ciri and Trice.
The duel began when Reinald rushed in and struck first with two overhanded blows, but each one was blocked by Ciri who maintained a one handed grip. Moving around with a spinning strike, Reinald evaded and jumped for a strike from Trice against his leg, hitting her while he landed.
While this was blocked by Trice's blade, she was forced back.
But Ciri kept up the pressure, as she began to hammer down on Reinald and his sword with fast, quick but powerful strikes. Creating an opening with a quick flourish, Trice unleashed a blast of magic from her hand, knocking the unprepared Reinald to the ground.
It was at that moment, a dark horned spirit was ejected from the body, if even for a moment before repossessing the body of Reinald.
"Trice." Ciri said but the woman nodded at her, letting her know she saw it as well.
As he recovered, Reinald attempted to attack again, only for Ciri to evade in a blitz of green energy and the two resumed their clash. The bout continued until Ciri knocked the blade aside which she followed up by a frontal kick against Reinald, giving her some breathing space.
Trice slammed down her palm on the floor, creating a circle of protection as Ciri, slide under the strike from the sword, finding herself in the center of the circle. He immediately went for the kill, but before his blade could connect, Ciri had teleported away in green energy.
Before Reinald could respond, he was hit in the chest by Trice's open palm, taking the full force of the blast which send the body flying through the air and knocking the spirit out of it, burning the red miasmal spirit and repelling it from this world.
With the battle won, Trice dispelled the circle as Ciri approached her, the two sheathed their swords.
"Nice work there, Trice." Ciri said as she looked at the body of Reinald, "You really came in clutch."
"Only because you kept it's attention on you." Trice said with a smile as they went to inspect their fallen foe, "Your really well trained."
"It's thanks to my father." Ciri said, "He always made sure I could defend myself."
Reinald's body now laid on his back, completely unmoving as a corpse should. Ciri crouched down to inspect him, while Trice looked on watching her work.
"He died centuries ago. Body didn't decompose, likely slowed by the miasmal." Ciri said as she gave the body a look over, "Never seen armor like this before. And the medallion... A wolf's head, but flat."
"Osmund finally sent someone."
It was a third voice, it sounded similar to the rusty, pained whisper of Reinald but it had an vibrating echoed which wasn't a result of the cavern. Behind them stood the spirit of Reinald, one now free from the red miasmal.
"Seems the gods remember this damned place after all." Reinald spoke as he stood there with his arms crossed in front of his chest, "And you, you have my thanks. Can't believe it's gone. There were moments when I didn't know if I was me or the miasmal. Maybe I was both... maybe neither."
"No need for thanks." Ciri said as she stood up, "I should mention, that it wasn't Osmund who sent me. A priest of the Eternal Fire did."
"So..." Trice said, looking around as she placed her hands on her hips, "How did this all happen?"
"Those cultist hired me to expel the miasmal. First sign I might become possessed, though, they panicked and sealed me in here without a second thought." Reinald recounted bitterly, "Could've sent an exorcist or called for another witcher, anything. And those poor souls whose bones litter the mine all forsaken for the glory of the Eternal Fire."
"I never was a big fan of organized religion." Trice admitted with a shrug.
"The miasmal tried to pretend it was a witcher." Ciri said, "Are we really talking to Reinald right not?"
"Ask me something only a wolf would know." Reinald said, "Come on. Let's get it over with."
"Your armor can't say there's no resemblance." Ciri said, remembering the armor Geralt would wear, "But the color, studs, vertical stripes..."
"Back at Kaer Morhen, they'd always toss gear my way. 'Whatever you touch turns to gold' they'd say." Reinald explained, "This particular suit I refined on the Path. Supposed to be a prototype for the whole school... till my time ran out. I still have the diagram's in my right chest pocket."
Ciri reached down and indeed, she found the diagram's inside of it.
"On your own? Seems you missed your calling." Trice said with an impressed whistle, "Could've become a fine armorer, or at least a tailor."
"You're free of the specter, but you seem... agitated." Ciri noted, "We need to make sure you'll find lasting peace."
"Mean to prevent me from becoming what we hunt... Well, still got a matter I need to settle." Reinald said with a nod, "Be a sister, help me. Then I'll find peace."
"Can't we cremate your body?" Ciri said, "On a pyre? Like they do with witchers?"
"You'd see me leave this world burdened with pain and regret?" Reinald said, "This is the fate you wish for me, wolf sister?"
"We don't want you to go to Hell." Ciri said holding up a hand, "What would you need?"
"A priest sent you, or so you said. Bring him here." Reinald said as he leaned back, "I'd like a word for my peace of mind."
"Why?" Ciri said, "What would a few words change? Let it go, Reinald."
"Your already a hero Reinald, you prevented a catastrophe." Trice said, "What more do you need?"
"A hero?" Reinald let out a dry laugh, "Used to care about the greater good. Young, ambitious, the will to fight burned strong in me. Now? Now, I'm just tired. Don't have the strength, no desire to philosophize. And I won't rejoice about the world's salvation. Time took that from me."
"So what are you doing?" Trice spoke, "You resisted the miasmal for centuries! Was hatred all that kept you sane all these years!?"
"Maybe it did." Reinald admitted, "But that was then."
"Then what matters is your choice right now." Trice pointed out.
"Burn my body." Reinald relented, "Be quick about it and spare me your precious pyre."
Ciri and Trice nodded. The two along with Reinald stood around his body, looking down at it solemnly. "Lived a witcher, died a witcher, departed as a witcher." Trice said, snapping her finger as the body began to be consumed by flames.
The trio stood in silence until Reinald's spirit faded away, a small smile on his face as he departed from this world.
"Goodbye, Reinald." Trice said softly, "I hope you didn't leave one hell behind to find yourself in another one."
As if on que, the cavern began to shake. It seemed that the battle and resulted in a cave in, even if it was a delayed one.
Without a second thought, Ciri and Trice made a break for it as rocks and stalagmites of salt come raining down, sending out large clouds of dusts. They where forced back when a rock nearly crushed them. Ciri felt herself being grabbed and pulled close as she was surrounded by a cloud of dust.
The shaking of the cave stopped, as fresh air filled her lungs. Ciri was in complete shock. Trice was holding her in a tight embrace, but it was what she had used to protect them. From her back spread a pair of long beautiful white feathered wings big enough to cover the two. There seemed to be some ethereal glow coming from them.
"You alright?" she asked Ciri as she let go of her.
"Yeah..." Ciri said, nodding her head as the wings unwrapped from her, "I didn't realize you where an angel."
The two where back at the entrance of the mine, it seemed Trice had used her wings to move them out of the mine, similar how Lucifer had carried her from this world to Hell.
"Oh, yeah..." Trice said as her wings folded back into herself, "The big guy doesn't want mortals to know about the divine. Something about true faith or free will."
"Yeah, I'm familiar with his mysterious ways." Ciri said with a nod, "Don't worry, your secret is save with me."
"Thanks a lot, Fiona." Trice said with a smile, "I knew you where a good one."
"Just never though an angel would fight like a witcher." Ciri said.
"While angels aren't as flashy or unique as the Archangels, most do have a unique way of fighting." Trice said, looking up as if she just realized something, "I'm no Archangel, by the way."
"Obviously." Ciri thought as they began to walk out of the quarry, "You seem much more stable."
Walking through the entrance, they found the priest waiting of Ciri but he was surprised to see another woman with her.
"Matter's settled." Ciri told him, "Mine's safe, though the deepest part has collapsed."
"Eternal Fire be praised! It's a relief to hear it, witcheress!" the priest said, deciding not to comment on the new girl, "Might I know what you found?"
"Scratch marks on rock walls, the bodies of folk who died in agony, a red miasmal born of their collective suffering..." Ciri told him, "Priests, your brethren, trapped the afflicted in the mine, condemned them to a cruel death."
"No... Why, no, you must have misunderstood." the priest said in disbelieve, "My brothers would never abandon their teachings. They came here to help, most certainly... Well, you've my gratitude, of course. Though I fear the dark magic in the caverns twisted your judgment. The Eternal Fire illumines our path."
"Then go look in the mine itself." Trice told him, "Once you have seen the bodies, the blood, remember you don't need the Church to do good in this world."
"You know, it's ironic." Ciri said as she walked back to her horse, Trice walking with her, "Your an angel, but one not for religion."
"Organized religion." Trice corrected, "Nothing wrong with believing in a higher power, but most people at the top don't truly believe, are just in it for themselves or use it as an excuse to indulge in their darkest impulses."
"Yeah, I have heard about that before." Ciri said, "Hey, do you still have some time? I would like to buy you a drink, for helping."
"Well, I could go for a strong glass of whisky." Trice said with a smile, "Know any good places?"
"I do." Ciri said with a smile.
Because of their unusual abilities, the two soon arrived in the free city of Novigrad, more specifically at Glory Lane, a district located at the southern part of the city. It is bounded by the city wall to the south, and the canal to the north, beyond the more northern districts Silverton and the Bits.
"Oh, the famous Chameleon." Trice said as she looked up at the sign.
"You heard of it?" Ciri said.
"It's one of Death's favorite hang outs..." Trice said, "Shouldn't have said that... Should not have said that..."
"I'm actually familiar with her." Ciri said with a nod as the duo entered the Chameleon which seemed to be as lively as ever.
"You know Death is a chick!?" Trice said both surprise and impressed.
"Yes, I know Death is a slender yet curvaceous woman." Ciri said with a laugh, "Especially in terms of her bust size."
Almost immediately he heard the voice of a familiar dwarf shout, "Dandelion! Ready some tankards! We've guests."
Zoltan came walking over to greet them, just as Dandelion appeared from behind the bar.
"Ciri! Your back!" Dandelion said happily as he came walking up to them, "I heard you where in the neighborhood, glad you decided to drop by."
"It's good to see you two again." Ciri said with a smile.
"Ciri?" Trice said as she crossed her arms.
"That's my real name." Ciri said, "I wasn't sure I could trust you."
"It's okay, Ciri." Trice said with a smile, "No harm done."
"So who is your friend?" Zoltan said, "One of Lucifer's siblings?"
"Okay, does everyone know about divinity?" Trice said with a laugh, "No, I'm not one of Lucifer's siblings."
"Really?" Dandelion said surprised, "Could have fooled me." as they sat down at the bar as they where poured a glass of whisky.
They laughed, talked and drink as Trice heard stories about Ciri from Dandelion and Zoltan. She was quite surprised when she heard Ciri was in a relationship with Lucifer Lux, the first of the angels. Trice claimed she wasn't around yet during Lucifer's Rebellion and though Ciri liked the girl, she had a sneaking feeling at the back of her mind she was still hiding something from her.
But perhaps it had something to do with how they fought together. Because there are some things you can't do without ending up being friends. And defeating an possessed witcher is definitely one of them.
It was a few days since then and Trice had disappeared, most likely back to Heaven. Ciri was sitting behind the desk in the corner of the living room which had been claimed by her as she updated her Beastiary with notes of her own experiences and the occasional note made by Lucifer.
She looked up from her scribbling when she heard the sound of Lucifer arriving. With his coat hanging over his shoulder, showing off his muscular arms.
"I'm back." Lucifer said, and in an instance he was wearing his casual clothes.
"Your late." Ciri said, looking up from her notes to see that Lucifer had removed his coat and had fixed himself a drink. "See something you like?"
"Can't help but lose my concentration to you." Lucifer said with a smile, "You just have that effect on me."
The couple shifted to the sofa, where they cuddled up against each other. With a snap of his fingers, he called forth a bottle of Ciri's favorite wine and a glass.
"Interesting." Ciri said, noticing his inquiry look, "Oh, I met an angel. She did the same thing to use some of her magic."
She told of her adventure in the Devil's Pit, Lucifer of course was insulted by the name, but he listen closely as she told him of Trice and how she revealed she was an angel.
"Strange." Lucifer said once she finished the story, "Angel's usually don't use their magic like that and their not the kind to evolve or change their way."
"Oh, really?" Ciri said with an nod, "Just a quick question, what kind of color are their wings?"
"Basic bitch white." Lucifer said taking a sip from his drink as he emptied his glass, "Oh, no. Not like mine. My wings are much brighter and much whiter. If you compare mine to an regular angel it is easy to spot, theirs almost look grey in comparison."
"I knew she was lying about something." Ciri said but she let it go, seeing as she wasn't completely honest with Trice either, "So, what took you so long?"
"I had to make sure Geralt would come to my birthday." Lucifer said.
"Now it's your time to tell a story." Ciri said interested before with a smile, "What did you get up this time?"
With a fresh refill of his whisky, Lucifer began to recount a tale of blood and wine.
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