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Of Light and Shadow - Craw/DOC

Lucy chokes on her coffee, coughing, laughing, "Become a hunter? That's quite a joke."

She always waited for the day when the other shoe dropped and she became the hunted. But a hunter? That thought never once crossed her mind. It's completely ridiculous. Absurd. Hilarious.

Her laugh fades as Adam gives no indication of it being a joke. "You're serious?" Her brows furrow deeply, "Don't hunters need to go through a series of tests and conversions and all that crap?"

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Lucy watches as he pockets the paper and listens as he speaks. She sips on her coffee, but can't help but let her own thoughts trail off. There's a lot of work ahead. She hopes to use this hunter and his resources to her advantage. She only has a vague idea where her mother is. Unfortunately, she's implicated in this mess. She'd be surprised if Adam were to easily find her.

She sighs, "You know... if you speak my name as mine, you won't invoke any demon. That's one thing my mother found. You only call for the demon if you speak the name as theirs. Regardless, I'm sure the lord of demons is too busy to care about simple souls like us calling him. I don't think he'd give two shits even if you'd pray to him. But I get it. Caution. Especially for a hunter such as yourself."

She finds herself curious about what his definition of tainted is. What would he call her should he know the truth? She decides to leave that question for another day, and chooses to completely ignore the assumption about her friend.

"What's next for me? Do you just keep me stuffed in this place until you have need of me? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the help and having a place to be safe, but I won't do well as a captive waiting on better days. I need to get out there and continue searching. The longer I wait around, the harder it will be to pick up a trail."

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One of the few things people have in common with demons are their eyes. No matter how well your composure hides your intentions, the eyes are more difficult to fool.

Watching as a murderous look flashes in Adam's eyes Lucy gives an innocent smile. After all, why would she not utter the names of demons? Her relation to them is permanent. Regardless, they're her names, too.

"Give my mom some credit. She tried her best raising me alone. Vanessa. That's her name. But she's been out of the city for a few months now. Research."

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Watching the hunter withdraw his hand from his own cup, Lucy takes another sip of hers. Her eyes look up at him, curious. She reminds herself to not display too much of her own curiosity, this expert might just see her as a danger if she does. What normal person would not be outright terrified in this position? Having just been "rescued" from a demon house. But she's never been normal. When she saw him standing over the demon's corpse the first time, she had felt a tang of frustration. He was a wrench in her plans. But now? She might just enjoy this.

What the hell was that?
She almost chuckled, hiding a stupid smirk behind her cup. She could really be a child, sometimes, she thinks to herself, but she's learned to enjoy the small things.

Watching his mind run a marathon in a matter of seconds, Adam finally asks his pressing question.

"Sammael?" Lucy made her voice sound as innocent as she could muster. Lowering her hands to her lap, her eyes follow the cup down before shooting up to look at his again.

"My mother was a demonologist. Worked at the research institution. NPO section. She thought my name might bring her luck in her work. And to prove demons do not rule over us. So, she chose my middle name as Sammael to take back control."

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

Dropping her arms to her sides, still gripping the knife tightly, she stared up at the unfamiliar face of the reaper. She had no idea how Death managed to summon this beautiful creature, but she wanted to kiss it for saving her ass. She gasped for air, her lungs and back aching from the impact, the lingering smoke burning as she inhaled. Her head throbbed, the adrenaline fading to pain.

Kaia turned her head to look at Death as he spoke, allowing herself a moment longer to recover on her cool kitchen floor between the drawers of cutlery laying about. A single rune decorated Death's hand after the summoning, but it seemed to cause some discomfort. She wondered why it was lingering, considering the ancient suppression magic ingrained in Death's mortal body. She exhaled, her throat dry from the now dissipating smoke.

Kaia shot up to sit when Death made for the laptop, breathlessly bidding him to stop, but it was too late. Her father frowned deeply at the show of disrespect, his face soon hardening again. Kaia scrambled to get to the laptop as Death and reaper strolled off down the hall. She stood, bent over the chair to reposition the laptop, avoiding looking at the image of her father. "I'm sorry for the delay," she mumbled, her relief to still be alive quickly fading. "Who is that utterly disrespectful hooligan?" His voice came stern and coarse. "I hope to high heavens he's not the partner you chose for yourself! A complete disappointment." "What? No," Kaia quickly responded, "He's, well... he's Death. The Death. The reason I need your help."

Her father proceeded to scold her for the manners, or lack thereof, of her "new friend". Kaia got in only a word here and there, most of them being "yes, father" or "I'm sorry", barely granted enough time to answer the bombardment of questions her father throws at her. Continuing, he moved on to scolding her for her irresponsibility, being discovered by a HellHound, the mess in her kitchen, her smoldering couch, and throwing her life on the line for what he now decided to be a stranger. This continued on for a good ten minutes before she could manage to get the entire story across. Her father demanded to see the symbols, clearly not believing that she discovered the reason for the past week's strange occurences and lack of deaths. She held her notebook up to the camera and, for the first time, her father grew silent. His eyes lingered on his screen before he started typing away at speed. A notification pops up on Kaia's screen. "Bring it, him, whatever, through immediately. The flight leaves in four hours." Just like that, the call ends.

She slumped down in the chair, just staring at the screen, remembering why she doesn't speak with her father much. She was only brought back to the moment with the sound of a knock on the front door. Cautiously, she made her way back, knife clutched in hand. Peering through the window next to the door, she frowned at the lack of a curtain, seeing it in shreds on the floor. Pizza. Her shoulders relaxed slightly as she opened the door. Her hair must've looked quite crazy for the deliveryboy to look at her the way he did. She thanked him, took the boxes, and quickly locked the door again, afraid that even an open door could invite another unwanted guest. She slid the boxes onto the counter, picked up Death's jar, and waited for his return.

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

With Death's mood seeming to darken at Kaia's comment, she wondered if she might've pushed too far. Perhaps it wasn't her place to make jokes with Death, but she felt she had to do something to lift her own spirits. She was dreading a response from her father, desperate for a distraction until then.

Death left for the front door. She let out a tired sigh, rubbing her forehead. "Think, Kaia. Think." What more could she do? There had to be another god they could reach out to in the meantime. There had to be another way to buy more time while they figured out how to set Death free. To bring back balance. She was tired. She slid down with her back against the wall, head in her hands, thoughts racing.

If there were at least some way to guide the reapers. A way to signal to them that someone's time had come to an end... Then, like a thought being coaxed from her subconscious, an idea hit her. "Atropos!" She jumped up, "We could ask her!" The unalterable goddess of fate! Of course! She cuts the strings of fate to indicate when a life comes to an end. If they could convince her to show the reapers the strings she cuts, the reapers could find the correct souls to take! She had to pitch this to Death immediately! Kaia felt the tang of hope.

Until Death came barreling back through the door. Did he just say HellHound? She patted her pocket, feeling the jar against her leg. No. She must've misheard. No simple-minded creature should be able to find them with the protection in place. A wave of orange lit up the end of the hallway. A flash of heat hit her at the same time as the realization. HellHound! She turned the corner, the breath of fire engulfing the rug and couch. Kaia noticed the spell jar she gave Death standing perfectly untouched on the floor and made a mental note to scold Death. If they survived this. She ran past into the kitchen, ripping drawers open. She rummaged through the drawers first before tipping them over to the floor, "Where is it? Where is it?!"

A rumbling growl came from the large dog as it attempted to bite at Death, jaws snapping shut, barely missing by a hair. The beast tried retreating only to slam forward again, gaining an inch further into the home, pushing Death just far enough out of reach. "Keep it there!" Kaia shouted, tipping the final drawer onto the counter.

Just then, a pleasant, silly tone started up from her laptop, making Kaia's head snap up, "Are you fucking serious? Now it's important enough to talk?!" She pushed half of the drawer's contents onto the floor in frustration, sorting through what remains on the counter. Then she finds it; a normal looking steak knife. The only real differentiating features are the engravings in the blade and wooden handle itself.

Kaia gripped the knife, turning towards Death and the Hound, realizing what needed to happen next. "Shit..." her voice came as a faint whisper, her hands starting to tremble. Again, the beast crashed into the door, pushing in up to its shoulders. One more push, and the guardian off hell will make short work of her. Her body froze, refusing to move forward or back. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears. The rush of blood making her dizzy. She stared into the burning eyes of the HellHound, seeing her soul eternally ablaze.

The silly tone started up again, snapping Kaia back to the room. She glanced at the laptop, then screamed, "Oh, fuck you!" She ran forward at the same time the beast broke past Death and the door, lunging itself into the air. This is how I die? A hopeless casualty in a selfish endeavor? A foolish madwoman taking on a HellHound? Fuck... this is going to hurt.

The next moment, Kaia finds her world falling back. Of course she would slip on a spoon. The Hound landed on her with a yelp, knocking the wind from her lungs. It struggled a few seconds on top of her, then went limp, body rapidly cooling. Her eyes moved down, the knife had somehow found its way into the beast's heart. She'd laugh had she any breath to laugh with. The fires disappeared into a smoke, the beast's body crumbling away.

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

Kaia found herself interested when Death started explaining about the gods. She had wondered if there was some kind of complex hierarchical structure, but she couldn't bring herself to see Zues, the god that embodies horniness and lust, as a ruler over other gods. She shivered at the thought.

Getting a speech from Death about sucking it up? Kaia sighs, "Very well. I will reach out to him." She takes a seat at her laptop and starts typing away, reading and rereading the email before she clicks on the dreaded SEND button. She already regrets it, leaning back in her chair as she contemplated the situation.

Then, Death's stomach rumbled. He exclaimed in such a helpless fashion, Kaia almost felt sorry for him. She burst out in laughter, the tension she's been holding pushed to the back of her mind. She hadn't even considered food since this all started, much less the other requirements and demands of a mortal body. "I'll order pizza. Not the healthiest option and might lead me to an early grave, but you won't be able to take me there now," she joked as she picked up her phone.

Finishing the call, she stands, motioning for Death to follow her, "Time for a quick tour." She walks him through the apartment, "Grab the guest bedroom when you're tired. There's some books, if you'd be interested in reading. Here's the bathroom, there's some towels in the cupboard. Be careful with the warm water, it is HOT, so start with bits at a time when you want to shower. I'll bring you some more clothes, too. There's the toilet..." She looks at him, "Need an explanation on how to use, or can I trust you to keep things clean?"

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"Just add a sugar. I like it simple and strong," Lucy spoke, standing behind the hunter. She allows her eyes to drift over the room. Plain. Simple. All one would need when in a pickle.

She takes her cup, thanking him before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. The black coffee fills her nose as she brings it to her lips. She sips slowly, savoring the taste of a much needed coffee, just taking a moment to exist.

Letting out a sigh, she lowers the cup, "Come on, then. Do your detective interrogation. I'm surprised you've held out this long."

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Lucy noticed the hunter stiffen as her ID passed along to the reception. She wondered for a moment if there was something she had missed, then remembered her middle name on her ID and almost started laughing. She didn't think of her middle name often, but that was probably more of a giveaway than anything else. She grew curious over the thoughts and questions he might be having.

She couldn't help but smile upon receiving her ID back, "Thank you, Adam."

Reaching the room, she places the two bottles on the dresser. Lucy grabs the clothes and, without a word, steps into the bathroom, opening the shower. She lets the hot water rush over her for some time, considering her next move. Thinking of the reason she wiggled her way into that cult in the first place. It would be easier if she could find someone to work with who she'd be able to tell the entire story to, but not a hunter. That's just stupid. She'll just manage with what she has. The smell of coffee moving through the hotel room brings her thoughts back to the present. She dries and dresses.

Stepping out of the bathroom, still drying her onyx black hair, she speaks, "Damn, that smells delicious. Can I ask a cup?"
She hangs the towel and stretches, clearly more comfortable in these clothes.

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Lilith would, without a doubt, absolutely demolish this little circle of demons. Now she was quite the role model. Fierce and swift. Smart and strong. The core of impulse, yet extraordinarily graceful. Well, that's a thought for another day.

Lucy could see a moment of consideration on Adam's face after hearing her name. She knows exactly who she was named for, and she liked that. Now, telling a hunter her name, she'd, admittedly, have enjoyed a stronger reaction, but this Adam fellow seemed rather apathetic.

She listened to his rules, "You're right. It just sounds more cultish than anything. At the very least, I won't be around that stink of the demons anymore." It's like their scent was stuck to their souls. Oh, how grateful she was she didn't inherit the stink. "It's fair to have rules. And, I suppose, I couldn't ask for a lifeline much better than you."

Adam wraps the towel around her and she immediately feels a bit better. Like her body was her own again. She felt strange putting any trust in a hunter, but she didn't have much of a choice at the moment. She has to obey, and maybe, just maybe, he'll be able to get her where she wants to be. "Thanks," she spoke quietly.

Following him to the office, she looked about. Stepping inside, she places the bottles on a small table to the side. "Right, ID." She stuffed her hand into the only place she could keep anything in this useless outfit; her bra. She basically only had her ID and some money on her. She sighed as she produced her ID from beneath her clothes, giving it a courtesy wipe on the towel before holding it out.