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xcuse me?" Lucifer asked the woman, who seemed to be able to tell exactly what he was doing. He raised an eyebrow at her boldness. "I don't know what you're talking about. And, even if I did, you're the one who is subjecting yourself to a headache. You could always leave, old one," he retorted, amused with the banter. He then turned and walked away. "See ya," he called out not only to her but the entire party. He'd had his fill of it all. He climbed on his Indian Scout Bober and kicked it to life. Placing a helmet on his head he took off into the daylight. It was a short trip back home. The Manor was pretty close to the lake. He arrived home, parking his bike in the gravel that lay outside the garage. Entering the mansion, he was met with a more than familiar voice.
"The Efferri spell, son? I could feel it from here. Bravo, son," Ariel complimented from the parlor, sipping a glass of scotch from the shadows. Lucifer entered the parlor, his eyes trained on the fireplace.
"Flore ignem," he cast, out loud now that he was out of mortal view. The wood in the cinders splintered into flames at the sound of his voice. "Father, you seem well today." Lucifer mused, placing his helmet on the rack nearest him. He twirled his fingers and the fire rose higher and brighter. Every moment was a chance to practice his arts.
"Lucifer, I am more than overjoyed. Tomorrow you are to meet with Kamaria Aten and the rest of the supernaturals of Fellwood. This is a chance for us to reclaim our seat of power among these people. You grow stronger every day. I can feel it and I bet the other witches in town can feel it too. Your mother's strength runs well through your veins." The man stood and clapped his son on the back, a forlorn smile on his lips. "But, enough about our sorrows. Tomorrow you shall prove your worth," he said, to Lucifer's dismay. He'd thought that Ariel would finally tell him why his mother's blood was so important. Lucifer turned away from the man and made for the worn but sturdy grand-staircase.
"I'll be in my room," he stated quietly, his eyes a slow-burning silver. His frustration always came to head when his mother was mentioned. He never even met the woman yet she was the key to a very deadly game of his Father's creation.
"Your suit for the Crystal Ball is hung in your room, Lucifer. It would be wise for you to try it on and see how it fits," his father said sternly from the parlor room. Lucifer inhaled and exhaled slowly, then continued his stride up the stairs. His attitude would be different if his father treated him more like a son and less like a bargaining chip to the world.
...I'm out."
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