[IC] Chicago After Hours

[KazAlkemi]

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Cassiopeia Claire Alistair

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Location: Inside the Police Station – Chicago, IL
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We’re escorted back to Detective Costa’s office, and before the officer can announce us, Caden pushes past. I look apologetically at the officer before shutting him out. I turn around and take in the demon standing before us. Sorcerers get a bit of a bad rap when it comes to demons. There are a lot of misconceptions that we made demon deals to get our powers. That is true for some of us out there, but it isn’t true for me.

My magic was bestowed on me and I have ties to the land that give me my strength and power; although, I do use items aside from nature and my own life force on occasion to strengthen a spell.

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Caden

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Location: Inside Police Station – Chicago, IL
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”Costa, playing around demons now, are we? And I thought you had higher taste than that.” My eyes flash, shifting into feline-like pupils before returning to normal.

I look back at the demon and smile. ”Did Crowely send you to clean up his mess?”

[Donut Look Now]

Nero

Location: Chicago, IL
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I size the two newcomers up - both of them stood taller than me, but that is something I’m used to. This body was perfect for what I need to do. Not missing the little feline pupils from the taller one, I smirk and flash the black demon eyes in response.”First, I don’t take orders from the Leprechaun,” I start. ”But he made an offer I couldn’t refuse. Klappe zu, Affe tot.” I end the phrase with a couple claps of my hands before flashing a wide smile.

Translations

” Klappe zu, Affe tot” literal translation is “Close the lid, the monkey is dead” but it’s more like saying “That’s all folks!”

[KazAlkemi]

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Caden

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Location: Inside Police Station – Chicago, IL
Skills: Notice

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The flashing of their demon eyes does nothing to deter me, but I can see they are as much of a show-off as I am. I smirk and take a seat in one of the Detective’s chairs. I respond to the little demon with a flawless German accent, even though I just finished speaking English.

”Und was würde das sein?” I realize there are two other people in the room, and Cassi is shifting her weight impatiently, but I am enjoying the verbal sparring match too much at the moment.

Translations

Google Translate told me.... "And what would that be?"

[Donut Look Now]

Nero

Location: Chicago, IL
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I raise my eyebrows in appreciation for not just knowing the language, but also speaking it flawlessly. The taller one was interesting, to say the least. Making it obvious I am checking him out, I look him up and down before I answer. ”Ich habe mich noch nicht entschieden.”

I shoot him a wink before taking a seat on the detective’s desk and crossing my legs. ”Was macht ein Prachtexemplar wie Sie hier? I bat my eyes at him with a coy smirk.

Translations

”I haven’t decided yet.” “What’s a fine specimen like you doing here?”

[KazAlkemi]

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Caden

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Location: Inside Police Station – Chicago, IL
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As he looks me over, I do the same. I've never had a problem with demons. They love the ultimate ‘here today and gone tomorrow’ lifestyle that I like. They do have a problem with loyalty though. I have never trusted a demon, and I never will.

”Eine Geschichte für eine andere Zeit.” With a final appraising look, I returned my focus to Costa, who didn't look pleased. I decide to leave Nic out of the conversation for now. There was no need to give this demon more incentive to clean up every loose end. ”The killings are getting worse, are you any closer to finding this thing or are you going to finally let us take over?”

Part of the treaty with the humans requires us to work with the police force and defer to them when it comes to human safety, but this was just getting pathetic now. I was all for sitting back and watching the human population dwindle, but my reputation was on the line.

Translations

A story for another time.

[Donut Look Now]

Nero

Location: Chicago, IL
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Pleased with the shameless flirting, I sit up a bit and kick my legs like a child sitting in a chair too big for it as I listen. With a snort I say,”Oh ekelhaft, you pigs haven’t passed the reins over yet? No wonder it’s such a shit show up here.” I can visibly see Costa bristle at being called a pig, but I really don’t care. Leaving it up to the humans to solve this was like asking a toddler to perform brain surgery.

”And please tell me one of you know what it looks like.” I continue. “The King of Hell wasn’t very forthcoming with information about it and apparently my little imps are useless.”

Costa runs a hand down his face. “We don’t have much intel on it up here either.” He tells me tiredly before turning to the other flirt in the room. “And you know I don’t get to make that call.”

Translations

ekelhaft = disgusting

[KazAlkemi]

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Caden

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Location: Inside Police Station – Chicago, IL
Skills: Notice

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I narrow my eyes at Costa. "And we don't have time to wait for them to make a decision. This is the third death in three weeks. Now, it isn't my kind being killed, so I can happily walk, but if you actually want to protect your people, then you will tell me and Cass what we need to know." I was done being polite. This whole thing could be stopped but the system was too damn slow.

Costa levels a glare at me, not to happy that I called him out on his bullshit. Cassiopeia walked forward then and Costa turned his attention to her, seeming to remember there is a woman in the room.

"I don't do this often, but you need to understand why we can't keep waiting." She rests her hands on the side of Costa's head and shuts her eyes. She visible winces but doesn't make a sound as she shares with him memories from somewhere. My hands tense into fists as I watch.

I've seen Cassi do this a handful of times and I always hate it. It always takes something from her, but she never tells me what. I worry it's a part of her life that she won't get back.

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Cassiopeia Claire Alistair

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Location: Inside the Police Station – Chicago, IL
Skills: Witchcraft

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I share an image with him, images I had gotten after touching Nic. He shared a strong link with his parents, stronger than most, but that link allowed me to see past him and to what went after his parents. the monster wore multiple heads as it clawed into Nic's mom. I cut the image off when Nic's mom started to scream.

I walk away and stand beside Caden's chair. "It needs to be stopped, now. And now we know its from hell. This thing will not stop. We need the information you have and you need us to take the lead."

Costa looked between the three of us before he sighed and shook his head. "Give me a minute." He stood and walked out of the room, but I saw the haunted look in his eyes. I sighed, relieved and leaned against Caden's chair while we waited. I took the time to examine the demon.

"You seem oddly relaxed here. Do you get let out of hell often?"

[Donut Look Now]

Nero

Location: Chicago, IL
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Watching with increasing interest, I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees. My hands hold up my head. I will never admit it to the Leprechaun, but getting involved with this was proving to be entertaining. The third person finally steps in and I sit up when she starts using magic, magic that didn’t come from those of us down in hell as far as I could tell. I watched her move to be next to the shifter before she asks me a question.

”Oh, only when there’s something interesting going on.” I tell her with a smile. ”Although, last time I was in Chicago for business was back in…” I tap my chin as I think about it. ”What was is, 1929? There was some kind of love holiday going on or something.” I shrug before leaning towards her, sure that if my eyes could sparkle like an anime character, they would be.

”Now, I’d love to ask you about what just happened with the pig and you.”

Historical Footnote

The 1929 Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre was the cold blood murder of seven members of the Chicago’ North Side Gang by unknown assailants. The incident was a result of a power struggle between the Irish North Siders and Italian South Siders.

[KazAlkemi]

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Cassiopeia Claire Alistair

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Location: Inside the Police Station – Chicago, IL
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I smile at Nero and shake my head. ”I think I'll keep that bit of knowledge to myself for a bit longer.” Like Caden, I didn't trust many people, especially demons. They always tried to manipulate you in any way they could. If they knew my ability, they would try to take advantage. Luckily, I was warded against being possessed, but there were other ways of getting information.

True to his word, Detective Costa returned and handed me a file. “It's a copy of everything we have. Keep this to yourselves. I'm trusting you. All of you,” he said, looking at each of us, especially the demon, in turn.

”We'll keep you in the loop,” I assure him.

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Caden

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Location: Inside Police Station – Chicago, IL
Skills: Notice

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I stand up and brush off my jacket. ”That wasn't so bad. Now, the three of us should converse elsewhere.” I glance at the demon. ”An einem neutralen Ort?” I gesture towards the door for them to exist first.

Translation

In a neutral location?

[Donut Look Now]

Nero

Location: Chicago, IL
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I narrow my eyes at the girl, but remain smiling. Secret riddles are the most fun to untangle. Costa comes back in with a file. I don’t miss that he also stares at me longer than the other two, but it came with being a demon. I hop off the desk to exit through the door Mr Tall, Dark, and Handsome holds open for me. I have to stretch on my tiptoes to do it, but I pat his cheek with a smile.

”Mein Prinz.” I coo before walking through. ”Haben Sie etwas im Sinn?” I walk backwards to keep my gaze on the other two.

Translations

”My prince.” “Do you have somewhere in mind?”

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Caden

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Location: Inside Police Station – Chicago, IL
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I smirked at the strange little demon as they walked out. Cass goes second and I leave the Detective's office last.

”Ich könnte. Will you follow or do you need a ride?” As much as I didn't want to work with a demon, we would have to eventually. This creature was Crowley's and if we wanted it gone, we needed hell's involvement.

Translations

I might

[Donut Look Now]

Nero

Location: Chicago, IL
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I pretend to think about it. ”I would follow, but keeping up with you with these short little things, I gesture to my legs, ”Might make some poor humans question their sanity.” I never learned how to drive a car and as useless as they had been, I want my minions focused on finding the beast instead of driving me around.

”A ride would be much appreciated.” I give my best angelic innocent expression.

[KazAlkemi]

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Caden

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Location: Driving – Chicago, IL
Skills: Notice

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I nodded, and we walked back out of the police station. We walked over to my car, and I opened the front door to pull back the seat. I gesture the demon to get into the backseat before putting the seat back and Cassi gets into the passenger seat. After I get into the driver’s seat, I pull away and speed down the city roads.

”What’s your name?” Cassi asks as we leave the city's limits after I have to make a stop. I never understood Cassiopeia’s need to stop to pick up drinks when we were in the city, but I never told her no. I did that once and it didn’t end well for me. At least she never made me go to the same place twice. Today, it was bubble tea, and although chewing my drink was different, I didn’t mind the taste of it. I switch the song on the radio while Cassi converses with the demon in my backseat.

[Donut Look Now]

Nero

Location: Chicago, IL
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He would drive a little sports car. I think to myself as I climb into the vehicle. This is where having a tiny little flesh suit is convenient; I’m always carry-on size. ”The name’s Nero.” I chirp to the shorter of the two’s question. “It’s a pleasure to meet the both of you.” I smile widely from the backseat before I lean forward and hold on to each of their seats.

”And you both are?”

[KazAlkemi]

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Caden

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Location: Driving – Chicago, IL
Skills: Notice

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I glance at the rearview mirror in order to see Nero and smile sensually. ”A pleasure indeed,” I say. From beside me, Cassiopeia scoffs and rolls her eyes. I chuckled and looked back at the road.

”I’m Cassiopeia,” she states, redirecting the conversation, ”And this is Caden.” I recheck the mirror and wink at Nero before focusing on driving.

”If you didn’t already guess, I’m a witch. And don’t ask where I got my power from. I will not be giving you that information freely. And Caden is a shifter.” I tug on my seat belt even though it isn't restricted. I understand the need to inform Nero who we are; I’m just used to keeping what I am a secret. People — even supernatural creatures — get uncomfortable around shapeshifters when they learn who we are. We may be fun at parties, but we are unnerving.

[Donut Look Now]

Nero

Location: Chicago, IL
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”Oh stop, you’ll make me blush.” I tell the flirt, sending a wink at his reflection in the rear view mirror.

“I’m Cassiopeia,” The other says and I redirect my attention to her as she introduces herself and Caden. When she tells me she won’t divulge her power source to me, I fake a pout.

”Well, you’re no fun.” I tell Cassiopeia before I turn to Caden. ”Well that must come in handy.” I tell him with a newfound appreciation, giving him a once over again. ”Sind deine Eltern Architekten? Denn du bist wie ein Meisterwerk.”

I shoot a wink his way before settling back in my seat. “Am I correct to assume you’ve both been keeping an eye on our missing pet this whole time?” As much as I would like to shamelessly continue flirting, Crowley’s prize is much more lucrative and far less likely to end up boring me.

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“Are your parents architects? Because you are a masterpiece.”

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Caden

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Location: Driving —> Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
Skills: Notice

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Nero’s compliment oddly puts me at ease, and I relax in my seat. Their next comment made me chuckle as I turned down a quiet road that was lined with trees and a well-built fence on one side and an open field on the other.

”Sie waren etwas,” I agree. I turned right onto a long drive and drove up to my home. I felt Cass looking at me, clearly surprised that I had brought a demon here. I pulled up to the door and shut the car off. I looked at Cass and grinned before sliding out of the car.

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Cassiopeia Claire Alistair

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Location: Caden's Home – Chicago, IL
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I sigh after Caden gets out of the car. I look up at his home before turning to look at Nero. ”Don’t do anything that is going to get you killed. Don’t tell any of your cronies where this place is. You don’t want to deal with me, and you definitely don’t want to get on Caden’s bad side. Got it?” Caden opened the car door, but I waited until I got Nero’s answer before getting out.

”A bheil thu cinnteach mu dheidhinn seo?” I ask him.

Caden shrugs and watches Nero in the back seat. ”Chan eil. Ach dè an roghainn a th’ againn?” I sigh but nod and walk to the front door, which opens thanks to one of Caden’s staff members.

I smile at Henry, who greets me kindly. “Welcome back, Miss. Alistair.”

”Thank you, Henry. How is the knee?” I inquire.

“Much better. Thank you.” He smiles and nods gratefully before turning his attention to Caden and Nero.

Mansion Photos

Just some photos



Translations:
Germen to Nero - "They were something."
Scottish between Cass & Caden - "Are you sure about this?" "No. But what choice do we have?"

[Donut Look Now]

Nero

Location: Caden’s Mansion, Chicago, IL
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I scoff at Cassiopeia’s warning, raising a single eyebrow at her. ”You seem to be under the impression that I like other demons enough to gossip with them.” I tell her before I slip out of the car.

The two of them exchange words in… I frown while trying to decipher the language, but ultimately give up. I don’t care enough. Instead, I give a low whistle of appreciation as I survey the mansion before me. Based off his clothing and choice of transportation, I could already tell that Caden had good taste, but his choice of living quarters confirmed it.

The butler or whatever speaks familiarly with Cassiopeia, further solidifying that these two weren’t just coworkers, but friends. The staff member turns his attention towards Caden and myself. Never one to feel awkward, I give him a little wave and flash a smile. ”Guten Tag.”

Translation

”Good day.”

[KazAlkemi]

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Caden

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Location: Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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”Do you not like other demons?” I questioned them, speaking in English for Cassi’s benefit. As we approach the front door, I nod to Henry. ”We’ll take lunch outside on the back deck, thank-you, Henry. As-tu sorti les poubelles?” I asked him.

”Oui monsieur,” Henry said with a brisk nod. I grin and clasp him on the shoulder. ”Homme bon.”

I look at Nero as we continue walking. ”Do you eat?” I asked Nero.

Cassiopeia led us through the house to the back. I had an open concept, with clean lines and many mirrors. It didn’t leave much to the imagination but I enjoyed it. It was artistic and it allowed me to display all my treasures. I had quite a number of collections.

Translations

French - Did you take out the garbage? "Yes, sir." Good man.

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Nero

Location: Caden’s Mansion, Chicago, IL
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”Most of them bore me.” I tell Caden simply. Following Cassiopeia through the house, I take this moment to look around the place. It’s clean, almost minimalistic in its design, the only personal touch that I can see are the many collectibles Caden seems to own. I shove my hands deep in my pockets as I feel kleptomaniac urges to start swiping things. It wouldn’t help me finish this journey any faster if I made enemies.

“Do you eat?”

I look over at Caden and tilt my head. ”Depends on the food.” I say impishly. Truth be told, I don’t need to eat, but there are some dishes that I cannot say no to.