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She wasn't hungry anymore, she'd sat in on a rather raucous bar fight. She was still a little irritated but she couldn't stay too mad with a full belly. She'd stopped by the last place she'd seen Lucifer but he wasn't there, only his young relation. She hadn't been much interested, she'd gotten a lovely taste of Lucifer and with any luck, maybe she'd get another. She followed her nose and appeared in the rose garden.
She solidified abruptly sitting in front a large bloom. It's head was so large, it drooped a little and appeared to stare at her. she smiled and stood, blowing softly at the bloom. As she straightened, so did the flower until it stood tall and proud on it's own. She giggled and moved to a free spot in the soil. Reaching down into the soil she sighed and hummed softly, letting out a little pulse of power before pulling her hand up and clapping her hands together to free them of dirt. She then looked up and popped into her butterfly form and fluttered up and up, looking for an opening.

Obsidian slid in, not wanting to bother with such a plebian thing as...opening a door or window to come in. In her black glittery dust form, she made quiet shushing noises across the floor before she rematerialized, sitting in front of the note that had been left for her. She sniffed it and then tilted her head as she read it. She grimaced as almost immediately her fingers began to tingle, "Oh..." She sighed and stood, moving down the hall. She managed just fine as she moved further into the house, keeping her hands tightly clasped behind her back. All her efforts went flying out the window when she saw the very last mirror. She wasn't sure exactly what it was but she could have sworn it was Lucifer in that mirror. It wasn't until she was close that she realized a difference.
She tilted her head curiously and moved even closer, going up on her tip toes, "Hell-oooo" She sang softly her hand moving up slowly before settling on the mirror image's cheek.

Obsidian stiffened, black eyes widening. Going still, her hand on the mirror, she could fell him...it, whatever it was press against the glass, effectively pressing against her hand. Her surprise faded but she was still intrigued and a little disappointed she wasn't getting a bit of a snack out of this. She finally treated whoever this was to a full on grin, "Yes." It fell abruptly into a moue, "Luci is gonna be mad at me, though....he told me not to touch the mirrors..."

Obsidian, her hand caught in the cookie jar; so to speak, flushed. The rosiness standing out like twin red flags on her pale, pale cheeks. She looked at Lucifer, guilt written all over her face before her gaze flickered towards the mirror image as it spoke to her yet again. Her fingers were tingling again, a stinging, itching sensation. She gnawed gently on her bottom lip, looking from the mirror to Lucifer and back again.
A fight between them would result in a very rich meal, but what if Luci was killed in the altercation? She rather liked Lucifer but the temptation of a new toy was rather, well, tempting!
The tingling was unbearable, so much so that she let out a soft whimper, cutting it off quickly. What had Luci said, that this new being would 'try to kill him'? The operative word being 'try.' That meant that perhaps he wouldn't suceed, even if they fought. Perversely, this rationalization made a little of the tension in her chest ease but indecision still warred within her.

Obsidian stiffened and inhaled sharply, her eyes closing as Abraxas finally broke out. The disruption was somehow sharper tasting than the chaos Lucifer caused. It also was a bit sweeter. She heard but did not see the blow that Abraxas dealt Luci, too busy savoring the flavor, "Oh...sweet tart." She murmered happily. Her eyes fluttered open in time to see him turn towards her. He said something but she didn't quite catch it. She only nodded, a faint smile curling her mouth. As he walked away she turned to watch, "Okay...bu-bye..." She called dreamily after him.
Movement at the corner of her vision, she turned to see Lucifer get up and look at her. She couldn't really read the look but it was enough to wash a ways little euphoria, "Uh-oh." She murmered and then Lucifer was leaving to. She grimaced then let out a little giggle, stifling it quickly with her hands, "I think he's mad at me." She said to no one but the mirrors. She thought about following the brothers but decided against it, dignity deciding to rear its head as it often did at odd moments.
Instead, her form shifted, shrinking into that into a sleek black furred feline. She shook herself and then minced delicately around the shattered glass littering the floor like so much silver and into Lucifer's room. She sniffed the air then made her way to his bed. She easily hopped on and made her way to the pillows where she curled up and sighed. It'd be easy enough to find Abraxas again, her Sweet-Tart. She purred at the thought and dozed off.