It certainly was this atmosphere that Lucy was accustomed to; a familiar landscape, the sixth sense of her surroundings much more accurate than within some other place. It was comforting, feeling the cooled and calm presence of her assistant standing taught just behind her chair, silent and stone but ever ready to direct Lucy wherever she may go.
The same, however, couldn't quite be said for the presence sitting before her.
"And he was still worried? You would think in several hundred years one would forget about something like that. Especially tied to a failed job! You both got paid, yes? There should be no issue when one gets money," the blonde-haired woman gracefully sipped tea from her ornate and individual cup. Her whole get-up was 'frilly'; it was the best way for Lucy to describe it. Blown-up Victorian style dress in all kinds of eye-searing pink shades. She belonged in a movie, rather than in Lucy's Boston apartment.
Lucy grabbed her cardboard-protected coffee and lazily slurped it up, her whole body leaned back and riddled with tiredness.
"If I were him I wouldn't even have brought it up again. It's like... It's like," Lucy tried to collect her thoughts, and used the downtime to sip some more coffee, "It's like convincing the terrorist not to shoot you, getting away, and then giving subtle hints later on that you, the terrorist, should have done otherwise."
"Certainly," simply replied Lucy's guest, "I certainly wouldn't question your actions." Her wide smile revealed a rather important characteristic; she wasn't human. With canines like those, it was clear she was either a vampire, a werewolf, or a demon. They weren't sharp enough to be a vampire, and they lacked the girth of a werewolf's. Probability wise, then, she had to be a demon, especially considering the girl she was sitting with.
Being a diabolist meant many demonic visits, wanted or not. Demons knew Lucy could help or hinder them, and thusly gravitated towards her with ease.
"Nera," Lucy sighed, "You don't even need to question. You're already on that border with me." She gestured towards the blonde demon with her coffee in hand, a finger outstretched in accusation. The two heartily laughed, though neither expressed any sort of genuine joy. Both were a facade. A careful diplomacy so as to ease the fiery atmosphere few could see.
"I'll keep myself in check, worry not. How could I disappoint you when offered tea these lovely mornings?"
"We both know you need these sessions," Lucy reminded, partially leering from behind her tipped coffee.
"And how I so greatly enjoy them. The way I behaved but weeks ago was atrocious. I'm glad to have become a more appreciated facet of society."
"Facet seems a tad bit strong," Lucy declared, raising an eyebrow.
"Moreso a facet than any common human," Nera raised her teacup, as if to agree with herself.
"Even though they have a job?" At this, Nera nearly shattered her cup down upon its paired plate, spilling a slight of tea on the clear glass table. Her hand shook violently and from under her sunhat, Lucy could tell she was fuming.
"It's not like I'm incapable of finding something to do. I prefer living in this steady and effortless way," with a shuddering hand, she raised the tea cup to her lips and steadied her fury. Lucy smiled. "Besides, the only workplace for me, here, is that monolithic company you associate yourself with. It would make me feel... small," Nera subtly taunted.
The nephilim dissatisfied Nera with a smile, genuinely understanding and laughing with the joke. She didn't care about her size. The conversation was broken with a ringing in the abode. Lucy's assistant stepped back and picked up the phone resting on its dock. Few words were exchanged, but Lucy knew the individual on the other end had intended to call for her.
"Madame, it's Zoey. Atticus requests you attend a meeting at the usual place," Lucy's assistant relayed. Turning to Nera, Lucy gave a curt bow of her head and stood up, prompting the demoness to do the same.
"We'll continue to work on things. In the meantime, enjoy your morning."
"Enjoy your meeting," Nera passively replied. As Lucy turned to meet her assistant's gaze, she heard the familiar but faint whoosh of her acquaintance leaving the house.
"Seems much better than when you first met her. How much longer till you think she's ready?" the assistant asked, eyeing the spot Nera had vanished from.
"Ha! She'll never be ready. Demons are demons. You can't change their base nature," Lucy scoffed. The two proceeded through the house as Lucy gathered what she needed, putting on suitable public clothing and cleaning herself.
As she headed out the door, she mumbled to herself.
I'll just have to learn to enjoy talking to her till she cracks and I can send her home.
Past the familiarly warm secretary, Zoey, and the never-familiar security body, Lucy walked down the featureless hall for her meeting, her assistant, Gerald, at her side. Whereas the man gazed upon each painting lined up on the wall, Lucy kept her head low and her hand sweeping, cane brushing the carpet like a pendulum.
Gerald sped forward and opened the door for Lucy, allowing her steady but slow gait to continue unabated. As with all times with her comrades, she entered the room with eyes wide open, as if one day they would all have become possessed, and she could finally see them. Only the glow of Nestor Grimsley's soul was visible, just the same as the prior evening.
"Morning," she greeted ambiguously, unsure of who was present. Leading her to an empty seat, Gerald pulled out a chair and helped Lucy to it. Seated, she waited patiently for someone to reveal to her who was in the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she eyed Nestor and listened closely for his infernal partner. How Lucy had hoped her dealings with demonic annoyances would be over for the day.