He starred on out the window, the light grey covered sky blocking out any traces of the sun. The thickened trees with dull and grim tones that only fade further in the distance of fog, he sipped from his cup that still vented steam as he inhales deeply. Small patterned footsteps coming from behind him causing him to turn around and notice little feet. He squats in his bedroom, it’s loft space and old tribal and pagan design surround by various lengths of candles, his sweat pants, and draping shower coat touching the polished floor while his bare feet make it wood scream as he laid his weight on it. He gently places his hand on her grey and black striped fur, she meows. “what is it little feet?” he asks but she says nothing only meowing again. Springing back up, the creaking floor follows across the attic loft, even with the newly polished floorboard he could never figure out why. Making his way downstairs, “If you stomp any harder you’ll wake the dead”, he places his empty cup on the kitchen counter “please Alice, I’m light as a feather.” his words cut short by a third interjecting voice “nothing wrong with a little zombie flesh fest when you’ve got enemies” causing both him and Alice to look at little feet, “That’s your familiar you know this right? Alice points walking away from the pair, “What? what did I say?”
Hey, naivete causes him to chuckle “I’m warning you….”, “Or what, little feet? You going to drag me to hell?”, “It’s plausible”, “but as a familiar, you can do no such thing.” She purrs as she wobbles by, tail sticking upward “young warlock, you have much to learn of a very grey world” he goes to rebuttal but a deep thud followed by the cracking of glass before the front door violently slams. Thoughts flood his mind, racing entangled thumb in between his lips as he inches forward towards the front. He enters almost bumping into the tall cabinet holding a face, profile statue of Anubis crafted from meteor black rock in the form of a Jackle head with golden glitter dispersed around the ebony fur. “Alice!”, he calls her name but no response “Alice!” this time more concerned and barky, he looks towards the front door and sees her. Her lifeless cold body and glossed over cloudy eyes, laying there on the torn beige carpet her blood soaking in made it stained with crimson. He waited even grabbing a chair to sit and wait, his breath turning to clocks ticking, slowing in time the ground below her body begins to crack before the earth beneath her gave away the underbelly of hell roared. She had been swallowed by the soil, still, he waited counting the time before the numbers and the ticks between five, ten, twenty, thirty as the flaming mouth stays steady. Rubbing his two figures up and down his chin, his waiting is rewarded with the sight of a white rabbit making it’s way out of the hole with small hops and red eyes, on the surface it was a normal and dare he even say a Godly creature. As the red-eyed rabbit hopped on it’s way out of the room, the sound of a distorted horn and the earth covering the hole grabbed his attention.
Leaving behind a pile of dirt in the middle of the room where Alice’s body once laid. Suddenly the dirt sinks inward as a hand flies out, whaling around looking for anything it could grab on to. Leaping from the chair, he tugs her out of the dirt. First came her shoulders, then her head, her torso then finally her lower half. “Great Hades, that took longer than expected”, “yeah, well you try making a deal with Styx and see if it’s a short conversation, Faulk.” The dirt over her grim complexion, caked over her large nose and busy coiled hair. Her light blue hoodie and white sweatpants were covered in grime and stained in soot, mud, and worms.
“What was that?” The door slam and what sounded like glass breaking.” Alice takes a moment to catch her breath “it was, that bastard…Cullen no doubt.” She continues as she raises “D-bag has had it out for me for some time.”, “I do believe he has held a grudge over you trapping his familiar”, “Yeah, he is the pervert but I’m the ass” she gets up shaking off what little dirt she can before standing in front of the door and chants in front of the door “um” clearing her throat “I could use some help over here”, “Ah, right.” He says with such grace as he gets up from the chair once again. Extended arms and loud, loud chants repeated in a loop causes the front door to vibrate, something was coming through when a hiss comes from behind them. Little feet get ignored for the moment as the door shakes even more aggressively, violently before it halts. Swinging open “ what in the….”, “glad you decided to drop by, “whoa, my…my head. You know the university rules!” she stood there staring at him, his square chin and high cheekbones, thin curly surfer hair matching his barely visible eyebrows. His brown eyes mirroring her chestnut; then they both scoffs. “Summoning banshees on other students is also against the rules too!” Cullen folds his arms and raises an eyebrow “What Cullen? Surprised I figured you out so fast?”, “no, more in shock that you believe I’m a decent enough warlock to summon something as powerful as a banshee”. His demeanor was too stern and unshaken.
Alice couldn’t help but grow furious, her dead stare could make even the sun in summer heat uncomfortable but none the less, she drops it, turning around heading back into the kitchen. The room begins to go silent before Cullen points his thumb at the door “So, am I free to go? Or do you guys wanna read me my rights or something?”Faulk moves to the other side of the room, leaning his weight on the wall, curiosity glued to his face “So, if you can’t summon something as mid-tier as a banshee, then fill me in. Who can?”. His mouth drops open in awe, “why assume that I know?” figures pressed comfortably against his chest. His gesture met with a head tilt and a gaze, so filthy it would wreck on a body pile of corpses. “Fine! Vergil Clay may know”, Faulk’s eyebrow raised out of suspicion “Vergil? But isn’t he…” the moment grows long “excommunicated, well yes but this is a conversation you need to have with him. So, now that I’ve been interrogated can I leave now?” Faulk huffs before nodding, his gesture met with Cullen flipping him off as he leaves.
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