I've been watching you for some time...

[ghostmagnet]

Cassie had fucked up quite a bit before, but it always worked out. Somehow, someway - something or someone came through. Hell, even sometimes that someone was her. But, this was a mess. Pritkin was gone, like gone gone and she had no idea how to get him back. Reuniting him with his soul, she thought that would be the end. She didn't believe Rosier had lied to her, didn't think he had the balls. But the council? She'd been willing to go to the ends of the Earth for that man and all she got back was a lousy Incubi Prince that was determined to wreck her day. The kids were safe, that was all that mattered. Whatever happened to her, she could deal with it.

She just needed one thing to not be a mess.

Coming back from the mess of the Ares and Apollo fight, Mircea had figured too much shit out and in a fit of her own personal rage at the double standards he kept putting on her... She admitted to sleeping with Pritkin. Anyone else, Mircea probably wouldn't have cared, but for some reason, that particular dick-measuring contest was just one Mircea refused to lose. So, he was teaching her a lesson and that alone told her more than she ever needed to know. She wasn't going to bring back his wife and she wasn't going to be solely his to bed while he did god knows what with whoever while she was off saving the world. Her fingers curl over the pages poured out in front of her, studying wards and protection against Incubi that Caleb had left for her before heading out - the last to leave her makeshift safe house. They'd warded the place as best they could, but Pritkin was a war mage so it's not like he couldn't take them down. It was just to give her enough time to run. Something Caleb had drilled into her skull more than once.

Saying goodbye to Rhea and Billy Joe had hurt the most. The kids would be okay, but she didn't want Rhea to have any guilt over what happens. There hadn't been enough time to do any sort of formal handing over of titles, but the people that needed to know knew that if Cassie went down, Rhea should be the next in line. She'd left her necklace with the little girl with the beautiful curls who was also a clairvoyant. Listening to Billy scream at her to not do this had cracked the resolve she'd formed around herself.

Fuck.

For as much of an ass Mircea could be, she was grateful he'd allowed her court to stay in the casino even if she had to go. It was for the best for them - staying there with Marco and Tami to keep them safe. They weren't the target, after all. She was. She knew she was. Once upon a time, she'd have probably been naive enough to think no one would care that much about her, but she was a 5 course meal to an Incubus with the Pythian powers. And after that not so little power exchange she and Pritkin had done in the tent by the river, she probably still had his attention.

Standing in the center of the sparse studio apartment, boarded up windows, a dining room table with one chair, a couch, and a bed... It wasn't much, but it was going to be home for awhile. At least until she or the others had an answer on how to fix Pritkin. Dressed simply in a black tanktop and shorts, she thought about taking a shower, the action always relaxing her. At least, that had been the plan until she stepped into the small bathroom and was reminded of the shitty fixtures. Trying the shower, she could barely get hot water, a sound of exasperation finally escaping. Cassie yells to no one in particular, her focus shifting from the wards to her rage for a split second.

"Really? I can't even get some steam?"

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[warmage]

The newest Prince of Hell is loose. He’s not technically supposed to be here, sweeping through the darkened night skies above the human world. But he’s a Prince of Hell, there is none that contain him or hold him back.

Well, that’s not technically true, but its not in him to admit any weakness, or that any can wield more power than he. And just because he’s not supposed to be here was not good enough reason to keep him away, especially when his hunger waxed strong. He was tired of being bound, as eons had passed in Hell since his last excursion here. Not that he could remember much of that, because everything before his ascension to Prince had been lost in the process of his actual ascension. He doubted any of it was important, however. Mostly because he’d woken up hungry so clearly it had been boring and unfulfilling.

But now he was out to hunt for his own prey, sweeping high over the bright lights of a human city, able to smell the answering hungers, desires, lusts, all swirling and calling to him from below. This city was full of decadence, of desire, and he drank it in with an anticipating bliss. Oh, he was going to feed well tonight.

Before he could dive down among them, however, a surge of emotion tickles the edge of his senses. it’s not lust or hunger or desire, so entirely the wrong emotions to gain his attention, but there’s something about it that catches his interest anyway. It’s strong and potent and... different from the rest in the city. Unique?

His interest is piqued enough that he changes direction, swirling towards the source of that niggling sense of... power? t takes him a few moments to zero in on it because its muddled, hidden, but he will not be deterred. Finally pinpointing it, he swoops down, phasing through a wall and feeling the whisper of magic prickling against his skin as he shatters a magical ward.

Hmm. Interesting. That had tickled.