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The bullet struck the mirror behind Reine, completely shattering it and adding to the chaos. Reine's face stayed determinedly in her hands as another creature stepped through the massive hole in the wall, waving a massive fan at the quaking dust.

"My my, what a beautiful place you have, my Lucy!" The newcomer cooed almost obnoxiously as she picked up her delicate dress and stepped over the rubble. "But so dark and dreary! My my! Such darkness does horrors for a complexion such as mine!"

She waved her fan, and immediately a skylight appeared in the cieling, allowing the morning sun to pour in even more as the dark blue carpeting turned into a deep shade of pink and the dragon/phoenix headboard re-carved itself with butterflies and orchids.

"There! So much better!"

"Why are you even HERE, you meddlesome brat?!" Reine finally hissed, lifting her head out of her arms and pushing herself off the vanity into a stand, kicking a block of wood away from her. The newcomer fanned herself idly, not a shred of splintered wood or disconcerting dust coming near her. Almost as if she was protected. "I was in the middle of something, you stupid, stupid girl!"

The girl scowled cutely, continuing to fan herself as she smoothed out the solid folds of her dress while her tail waved methodically from side to side, at first seeming simply part of the dress.

"My name is NOT stupid girl!" She snapped, a flicker of evil flashing across her eyes, marring the otherwise perfectly innocent face as the fan snapped closed with an oddly metallic sound. "It is Carice Laur, as you know perfectly well, Lucifa! And as for the intrusion..." With another well-practiced snap, the fan had unfurled again and she continued to fan herself, gazing at Reine and Chris from over the top of it. "The reason for it is because you were getting into something. You're attracting quite a lot of attention you know. Because let's face it." The irksome fan snapped closed. "You're a loose cannon. You belong to no faction, no demi-god, no demonic warlord - nothing. No one owns you and no one controls you. The higher-ups are beginning to be concerned about your... tactics." That damned unfurling sound again. Reine scowled.

"So what, you just came here to warn me about something I already knew?" she snapped, scoffing. "Thanks, but no thanks brat. I don't need your warnings."

Carice gave a wicked smile.

"Oh, it's not a warning." Snap! "They're on their way right now. The Controllers. Should be here in a few days, if you don't leave now. Find a new..." she kicked a chunk of wood out of the way idly with a delicate-looking toe, not a hair out of place. "...place of choice." It was then she decided to acknowledge Chris, and smiled, all sweets and sugar again. "Oh? And who is this adorable little-" she stopped mid-sentence, sniffing the air as Reine smirked in satisfaction, crossing her arms. Carice huffed, then stomped her foot childishly. "Oh! No fair no fair no FAIR!" She fanned herself furiously, her scowl deep upon a pretty face. "No fair at all! He's already dirty! Already so, so dirty with sin!" Embarrassed, she hid her face behind the fan. "Ugh! No wonder you haven't killed him yet! He's a Sinner!"

((Lol I love these two. <3))

((Lol, yeah. True.

But they pretty much are. <3

You need to make more characters. Otherwise mine will swamp yours. Not that Chris is complaining, I guess. xD))

Reine rolled her eyes in annoyance as Carice's long eyelashes fluttered wildly from behind the fan.

"That's the brat-

"Carice Laur-!"

"And she's one of Vanity's daughters." Reine crossed her arms and leaned against an end table as Carice fluffed at her hair pointedly, the pink-flavored demon looking incredibly smug. "She's the pampered one of the children."

"Just because I'm pampered doesn't mean I can't do my job, thank you very much!" The demonness snapped along with the snap! of her fan. Then she calmly opened it again and continued to fan herself. "Besides, who are YOU to talk, you filthy merchant of death? You have no warlord to your name, no god, no ruler to be proud of! You're just there! Floating like some meandering, poisonous fungus in the Bay of Fire!" She huffed as Reine's scowl deepened, but she made no move to stop the child's self-absorbed rant. "I, however, am THE favorite of my demi-god, the epitome of my sin, and destined for greatness." She pointed the closed fan at herself for emphasis as Reine simply gazed at her with apathetic eyes. Then Carice pointed the fan at Reine. "And what are YOU? All that experience and all that age, and nothing to call your own! You might as well be worthless, Lucifa!"

THAT struck a chord. But not in the way Chris would think.

Reine's eyes darkened.

"That's quite enough, brat!" She snapped. "How DARE you call me by my name?!"

Carice was sweet again. "But oh, Lucifa..." She grinned from behind her unfurled instrument as Reine's fingers silently curled into fists. "It's such a suitable name for you. Lying, misleading, misinforming, and absolutely assuming. Completely and utterly fake." She smiled sweetly. "Just like you."

Enraged, Reine leaped forward, changing into her blue tiger form in midair, and sought after Carice's throat. The other demon dodged by transforming into a brightly colored, bio-luminescent butterfly, which shown brightly even as it fluttered deeper into the room, floating nearer to Chris.

As the big cat turned, the butterfly transformed back into Carice, who fanned herself heatedly.

"How DARE you! Attacking the person who took time out of their day to warn you of your impending doom!" She cooed dramatically, placing a hand delicately on one perfectly-curled lock of hair. "You should be punished."

Suddenly needles fired at Reine, and she dodged, leaping upwards to land onto the bed, which was covered in splinters, glass, and chunks of wood from the previous explosion. However, Carice hadn't moved- it was impossible to know where the needles had come from.

The big cat growled deeply in her throat.

"You've overstepped your boundaries, little girl," Reine snarled dangerously. "Leave. You weren't welcome before, but you're simply despised now. Get out. Before I make you."

Carice paused, thought for a moment, then snapped her fan shut and straightened.

"Fine," she stated simply. "If you want to be stubborn and completely and totally rude, fine. I'll leave. Meanie."

Then she looked over at Chris, instinctively smiled at the pretty face, raised a hand to touch the soft skin, remembered he was a sinner, and immediately paused in her movement. Her perfectly-manicured hand hung, suspended, in the air next to Chris' head for a split instant.

So she covered up the movement by simply brushing away a piece of wood that had settled on his shoulder, smiling lightly and taking care not to actually touch him.

"Oh, if only I had gotten to you before the sin did!" she pouted cutely as she did so. "We would've had so much fun!" Reine snorted in the background as Carice continued cheerfully. "Well, keep watch on your jewels human, otherwise you might not have them for long." Then she reached down, and patted the gun he held lightly with the barest amount of the skin on her fingers. "And make sure to keep that shiny. It looks like a fun toy."

Reine had had enough. She leaped off the bed.

"GET OOOOUT-!"

Carice twirled in place, and her body dissolved into a massive cloud of those same shimmering butterflies, glittering in the morning sun and shining brightly with their own light as they swerved around Reine and poured as one body out the whole in the wall and into the sky.

Reine chased them to the opening, changing into a human mid-leap as she did so, and watched them disappear.

At first she was angry - seething - but then the adrenaline died down and she crossed her arms, hugging her elbows and letting her weight settle on one hip as she looked up at the sky.

The Controllers... she thought, suddenly very serious. Not again. When will they ever learn...?

Lucifa turned her head to see that Chris had disappeared, and rolled her eyes.

Whatever. She thought, turning back to look at her backyard. He isn't my concern. However... Her eyes flashed, and then narrowed. If the Controllers find him...

She turned to look at her open door again.

Oh ******** Lucifa, don't do it - don't be an idiot-

She leaped out of the hole in the wall, her body morphing into a hawk midair as her broad wings caught a warm gust of wind, sending her sailing upwards into the air as the hole smoothed closed behind her.

Flapping upwards until she was high in the air, she circled around, looking down with her keen eyes.

Spotting him exiting the grounds with his clothes and weapons in hand, she spilled the air from her wings and dived down into the branches of the surrounding trees, fluffing up her feathers as she gazed down at him.

She wasn't exactly sure why she was following him. Something about the Controllers, but then again, what would they want anything to do with a Sinner that merely ******** the succubus and helped her commit the murder of some drunken idiot human? It wasn't like Chris knew anything about her.

Ah, but if HE ended up attacking one of the Controllers first, then they'd have to retaliate.

But then again, why would that concern her in the slightest? In fact, if he got into a fight with a Controller, that would give her even more reason to leave, because then one slip in her mask of normality - the shield that prevented her energy from being felt unless one knew exactly what to look for - would have a Controller so nearby directly on top of her. It would almost be the same as if she had jumped in front of the hunter-demon screaming "HERE I AM HERE I AM!! COME ON AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN, YOU SON OF A b***h!!" It wouldn't be suicide, but it'd be pretty ******** close. Especially if the Controller wasn't alone.

So really, she had no reason to follow him. No business doing so.

So she hopped to the next tree branch, silently wondering why.

((I'd love that. biggrin

And it's morning, lol. xD))

Lucifa's feathers ruffled in annoyance at being found, so she silently opted to change into something... better.

Her form continued to shrink, and her feathers changed coloration so that she became... a sparrow.

And a lot cuter. Definitely a lot cuter.

Chirping in annoyance at Chris, though it sounded like a happy, cheerful banter to the sun, she left the tree she was sitting in and pointedly sat on his head, chirruping a couple of more times before getting comfortable. Just to annoy him.

((So let me see... is your controller like, second in command of the squad, but wants to be treated like a leader? Is that how her mindset works? =o))

The owl squawked in irritation at the rude shift in position, flapping mightily to stay in the air before flying up to settle on his shoulder, her talons digging pointedly into his skin as she huffed angrily.

"I don't work for brainless demi-gods," She snapped, her beak clacking. "It goes against my pride and everything else I stand for. Besides, the Controllers hate my guts. I've killed too many of their men. Even if I wanted to join them, they'd rather see my blood spilled all over the ground. Control feels the same way. Ooooh..." She gave a curious hoot as he began to leisurely walk down the driveway, the car not yet in sight. "Where are you going exactly? Got a plan, got a car?" She hooted again - this time in excitement. "Hoo-HOO!"

Reine seemed to notice it too. She cocked her humorous owl head.

"Really?"

She leaped from his shoulder, changed in midair, and became a gorgeous cat with a beautiful coat that carried the faintest dark blue sheen. She sat in front of Chris, blocking his way as she gazed up at him.

"Correct me if I'm wrong - I haven't exactly had the most experience with this sort of thing - but is this friend an actual FRIEND, or..." She cocked her head at him. "Just a tool like the rest of your knives?"