Luna was growing impatient at the lack of males and females that could satisfy her eclectic sexual tastes. She had been quite dissatisfied with her most recent fling with a man who tried to impress her with his exceptional Dom persona. That was all it was, a persona. He lacked the depth needed to be a fully involved participant. She sighed before placing a special map upon her kitchen table.
Holding an heirloom crystal she inherited from her mother, Luna began a slow, deep chant to see where her next conquest was located. She liked to start with a large global map as she chanted the crystal was pulling itself towards North America. So she slowed her chant and pulled out a map of America and Canada. She brought her chant up to a crescendo. The crystal slammed down over California.
This piqued her interest so she searched all over her map room to find a map of California. It was slightly antiquated but it would do for now. She picked up her crystal and once again began her chant but it was now lyrical and high pitched she sang the words in a near state of hypnosis swaying and an aura of raw magic swallowed her body. The power pulsing began to rattle the walls of her home; she began to float over several inches off the floor before the nimbus exploded outwards, the crystal flying from her hand a sliver fragmented from it and was impaled into the map over Los Angeles.
Luna shook her head to clear the last remnants of the magical shockwave. She stood slowly and smiled ferally. She would be packing her bags and leaving for the City of angels.
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Lucifer was bored. Absolutely, beyond a shadow of a doubt, bored. He was feeling this as a voluptuous woman was bent over his couch with him languidly stroking inside her. He was being lazy and he knew he wasn't into the moment so he decided to use his carnal knowledge to quickly finish the woman off underneath him. She came quickly before he slipped out of her unceremoniously. He was flaccid as he tied his bathrobe around himself. He bent down and threw what looked to be her clothing at her.
"Dress quickly and leave my presence. I would prefer to be alone now," he said all this as he poured a measure of excellent whiskey and flopping in a rather uncouth manner upon the nearby sofa.
The woman took the hint, dressed quickly and slipped into the elevator unseen by the man deep in disappointed contemplation. He needed something to break the monotony and stagnation that had permeated his life. He stood to refill the glass this time he filled it nearly to the brim. Tilting his head back he drowned his lonely soul in the golden liquor hoping to quench the disquieting pool of emptiness in his chest.
He felt a slight change in the wind unsure of what the future would bring to his doorstep. He felt the need to put on his best suit and clean himself up a bit. Although he was immortal it didn't mean a quick shower wasn't in order. The hot water was cool against his skin as he allowed the water to flow down him, washing away the slow decaying of his mental state. It was refreshing and revitalizing, he stepped out of his shower not long after a bit of elation surrounded him. He may not know the future yet but there was hope in his uncompromising heart.
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Lucifer knew he needed to get away from Lux for a short while and clear his head so he decided to go have a little chat with Detective Decker and see if she had any news on this fascinating and unconventional case.
He pulled up up to the police station just before lunch and it was surprisingly quiet inside the building. He looked through various offices and the laboratory it's was eerie to be quite honest. The hairs on his neck orickled as the scenery changed slightly imperceptible to the human eye and the fluttering of wings. He snarled as he turned and greeted his brother.
"Why hello Amenadiel. To what do I own the pleasure of your presence?" The vitriol was dripping in every syllable.
Amenadiel smiled, " Ah yes brother. Hello to you as well. I just wanted to remind you your time here on earth must come to an end Hell needs it Ruler back."
"What a load of horse shite you know I never wanted to be their leader. Father sent me there as punishment. A punishment that I don't feel I deserve," Lucifer screamed in frustration. He began pacing back and forth as Amenadiel watched with practiced patience. After what felt like an eternity but was only 5 minutes or so Lucifer stopped, turned on his heel, and grinned ferally.
"Now, now Amenadiel. I have said before I'm done with Hell. Maybe tell Father that the next time you see him. And tell him to give my perfectly sculpted buttocks a good snog," Lucifer stated before promptly leaving the station. He needed a large taste of whiskey after that meeting.
Amenadiel stayed behind for a moment the illusion was broken and the station was busy once again. He was unnoticed by everyone except Detective Decker, she walked over to him.
"Hello Amenadiel what brings you here today?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing really just took a stroll around the area and ended up here," he answered smoothly. He ended the statement with a smile. Chloe gave him a look before shaking her head slightly.
"Okay, well have a good day then," she politely excused herself.
Amenadiel chuckled slightly before making his way back outside knowing he was successful in rattling Lucifer and causing Detective Decker to lose some of her confidence. He completed just a tiny portion of his ultimate mission now onto the next portion of his tasks.
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Chloe decided a day away from the office was in order. Her mind was a jumbled mess with too many unexplained phenomena going on in her life recently. First, Lucifer and his incessant need to to be glued to her ass at times especially when an interesting and unusual case comes about. Plus, the two individuals he was speaking to earlier. They didn't appear to be American by their posture and facial features which were extremely polite overall.
She had a mystery to solve and those two were a mystery. She thought a walk in a nearby park would do wonders and she began the slow trek through the low hanging trees that surrounded the area. The shade was eerie and put her on edge. She looked up from her musings and looked around. It felt as if someone was watching her, however, she saw no one nearby that she could perceive was out of place in this cocoon of natural tranquility. She stopped her scan of the area and that's when a figure appeared in her peripheral. But when she turned the figure was no longer there. She shook her head hoping it was just the effects of very little sleep and stress about her current case.
She decided that this was enough personal time and turned to head back to the office not knowing that more than one pair of eyes were on her trail. They knew the other was there, yet, the missions they were on wouldn't cause them to cross paths.
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Harry and Hermione decided after their encounter with Lucifer to travel to places that were off the beaten path and found some interesting shops and met peculiar people. One such shop sold books bound in intricate vines of leather, brass, and iron rings. Hermione was infatuated with all the books that each had a personality. The parchment smelled faintly of pine and mint as if it was bound in the forest. She was relaxed in an environment that was homely and nostalgic. Harry picked a nearby sofa. He knew they would be here for some time.
He watched her meander from one aisle to the next, his eyes growing heavy in the comfortable chair, a peaceful atmosphere and a lovely woman in front of him.
She had been his best friend for many years and had helped him through so much since they were kids. He knew he was done with his marriage and would file the papers when they returned to England. Only then, would he open up about how he had been feeling recently. He closed his eyes slowly. He didn't notice the faint smile on Hermione's lips when she turned slightly and saw him dozing without a care in the world.
She knew he needed some peace and quiet, especially with the ongoing attitude Ginny was having about being in the newspaper and basking in the attention of others. Hermione wasn't one who liked the spotlight or fame. She couldn't wrap her head around things sometimes but tried to understand that Ginny was the youngest of 7 children and having to share attention with that many siblings could be daunting. She shook her head and pushed away the thoughts of Ginny.
She focused on the task at hand and delved back into the books upon the shelves hoping to find the next book she would read while here in the states. Her fingertips glided across the spines of each book. Suddenly, a jolt was felt in her hand. She stopped confused before back tracking a couple of books, as she neared a green book the electric pulse of magic jumped out towards her fingers. She was curious and discretion was necessary. She subtly pulled out her wand and mumbled a notice-me-not charm before placing a stasis bubble around the book. She looked around and carefully removed the book. It shook violently, angry at the disturbance in its safe space. It leaked a gray mist within the bubble.
Hermione sighed and took the book to a table near Harry. She tutted at the book and placed it down. It slowly stopped its tantrum calming a lot. Hermione took a closer look at it when the shakes subsided. It resembled a Grimoire.
However, the runes across the front said something different, and Hermione realized it was a book on Necromancy.
Her hands dropped to her sides in disgust at touching it and at the same time she struggled to look at Harry and get the energy to move her body away from this book full of depravity of the worst sort. Her own history with the dark arts made her hair stand on end. Adrenaline coursed through her, and the hold of the book shattered. Hermione stumbled, and the noise woke Harry up.
"Hermione! Are you okay?" Harry pulled her to his chest. She was shaking slightly, and tears were streaming down her face. He looked up and saw the book on the nearby table. It was still in the shimmering bubble of protection. He leaned back and slid one hand up to Hermione's face to get her attention.
"What is that?" He asked. Hermione felt shameful, yet she pushed forward.
"I'm not completely sure, but I touched it by accident during my perusal. At first, it felt like a shock to my hand, and when I came back to it, it caused my hands to tingle. So I placed a protection bubble on it, and I put it on the table. I looked at the title, and the title has something to do with Necromancy. It was surprising to see a book of that nature blatantly out in the non magical world," Hermione's mind began pondering how it came to be in this little shop.
She was debating taking the book to study it even with the subject being one that still brought her nightmare to this day. At the same time, she was weary to go down that path; many witches and wizards lost themselves to the dark arts. She looked at Harry and the question in her eyes, something he had seen many times before over the course of their friendship. He nodded at her quiet question.
They looked for the owner to purchase the book, which Hermione disillusioned to hide the mist and its odd behavior. It didn't take long before they had purchased the book and decided to head to the hotel and get this book away from people who had no defense against it.