The universal planes house a number of worlds that are home to the higher beings and demonic entities aligned to the side of Good or Evil. Within the higher planes you can find the realm of The Elders, the spirits of good souls, and the ever-watchful Powers That Be. The lower planes are home to the demons of old, the souls of the damned, and things much more sinister. Noticeably, the Heavens are heavily traveled by Whitelighters and other Angelic agents. Conversely, the Underworld is the most prominent of the lower planes and is frequented by many demons and other evil beings.
Save the Underworld, the universal planes all have but one nexus, which allows for one point or method of entry. Because of their limited access to the Mother Nexus only minor feats of magic can be performed in these worlds. Only higher beings have enough power to accomplish great magical feats.
Sage's expression pops as his intuition picks up on the presence of a high-powered weapon nearby. His eyes track the artifact's location as the two men pass behind the market stall, his lip curling into a smile. (That'll do.) The dragon begins to take in more of his surroundings to make it easier to backtrack to the correct merchant's stall.
"I hope we happen upon this friend of yours soon," Sage says, dragging his focus back to Ezra. The darklighter appears to be as surly as ever. (He needs a vice. A good lay, a good high... something to take the edge off.)
Sage is still interested in meeting this power broker acquaintance. The Tathlum is powerful, but it's still a physical tool which will be cumbersome compared to an innately held power. Especially with how flashy and ornate it seems to be from the mental image he formed of it. Though its firepower will be tough to match. "If not, I may have a purchase to make."
Thornton has never cared for the Underworld Market.
It's filled with opportunistic, quick-tempered imbeciles. He half-expects a shootout to erupt whenever he's down here. Thornton raises a brow indignantly at a red-skinned demon; honestly, he doesn't know why he bothers with this lot. (Morons, all of them.) Straightening his black tie, Thornton sweeps the marketplace with a steely gaze.
(Where is that little shit?)
Ezra's the little shit in question. While he finds the demon's ambition and laser-focus commendable, Thornton feels uneasy around him. Not scared, no. Deeply uneasy. There's a quiet rage simmering in Ezra. It puts Thornton on edge; what's he capable of? Thornton has survived for a long while because he's kept away from explosive types.
Ezra's a ticking bomb with a cherub face.
"I hope we happen upon this friend of yours soon."
Thornton, face screwed into an incredulous look, turns around.
"If not, I may have a purchase to make."
(Who the fuck is this?) Thornton rolls his eyes. Naturally, this meeting wouldn't be a one-and-done type of deal. Now he has to size-up Ezra's acquaintance and factor in what his appearance here means. "Plenty of purchases to be made," he says, drinking in the sight of Sage.
"Take your pick."
Dark eyes shifting to Ezra, he speaks: "Nice work with the amulet."
(Ugh.) Ezra’s face remains neutral as he listens to Sage’s revelation. The dragon finding a prize elsewhere could throw a spanner in the works, and it irks the demon. However, Ez ultimately knows he’ll make it work one way or another. He has no choice but to. (Can things just go smoothly for once?)
"Plenty of purchases to be made, take your pick."
A look of surprise etches across Ezra’s face as Thornton snaps around. Distaste reads plainly on the broker’s face and it doesn’t take long for the darklighter to register why that may be. (He’s tried and failed to take Hilly’s powers…)
"Nice work with the amulet."
(He knows about the amulet?!)
A jolt of panic echoes through Ezra. He certainly didn’t expect the daemon to be so forward and it sets him on edge. His defences immediately rise. He puffs out his chest. Pushes back his shoulders and looks Thornton in the eye with a daring glare. There will be no intimidation happening here.
(Well this has royally screwed my plans)
“It became of interest to Odio and the council.” Ezra throws the weight of his mistress’ name behind his words. Challenging his possession of the amulet is a direct challenge of the council themselves. Surely Thornton isn’t stupid enough to do that? “No hard feelings.” (Not likely.)
As if summoned by his words, Thorn accosts them as the three men cross paths. Sage comes to a stop, but doesn't interject as the other two parse some words out over their dissolved business relationship. Remaining silent, Sage hangs back. There's some tension in the air and he'd rather stay out of the crossfire.
(Odio?) Sage isn't familiar with the name. However, the way Ezra designated her as being separate from the council that oversees the darklighters in his words, it's clear that this Odio wields some influence - especially with the way that Ez uses it as though the name itself is a weapon. He's very interested to see Thornton's reaction to that.
"It just so happens that we were seeking you out," Sage says, stepping forward and finally inserting himself into the situation. Maybe he can help the salvage this and at least make off with a little something for himself. (Worst case scenario, I go back for the Tathlum a couple stalls back.) "Isn't that right, Ez?"
Sage isn't sure how much Ezra wants to reveal to Thornton, but the fact remains that the darklighter still needs to convince him to continue to be a distraction. He will just have to change the bait.
Thornton raises a brow when the young demon gets defensive. (Did I say something?) Obviously, he staked out Hilly's house and noted the absence of the amulet around her neck. He's not a moron. He does, however, pause at the mention of Odio...
That's one frightening bitch.
He begins to think of her pale skin, her rictus grin, her--
Thornton smirks at Ezra. Ah, yes, he forgot who he was dealing with; this is a child who needs to throw around the name of monsters more influential than him. (He's insecure.) Good; Thornton can use that.
"It just so happens that we were seeking you out."
He cuts a look at Sage.
"Isn't that right, Ez?"
His interest is piqued. "Really." (This will be rich.) "Did the coven put up much of a fight?"
Thornton’s pause is enough to bring a smile to Ezra’s lips. His warning has landed, like he knew it would. Odio is not a force to mess with. And as much as the darklighter likes to think of himself as his own man, ultimately Ezra is hers. That gives him a certain degree of protection.
"Did the coven put up much of a fight?"
(Lay the bait…)
“Not a fight per say.” Ezra smirks. He can still feel the weight of Hilly’s amulet against his chest – carefully concealed in his inside jacket pocket. “The coven has some interesting powers, but the witches are unskilled. It wasn’t hard to overpower them.”
(And you can collect their powers just as easy…)
Ez’s face reveals nothing. If anything, he makes himself look almost disinterested. Thornton is a business man – surely he can’t let the prospect of an easy return get away from him. But it’s got to be Thornton’s idea to go after them.
(Let him think we’re already over the witches…)
“But that’s not why we came looking for you.” Ez’s eyes bounce from Sage to the broker. “My friend here is looking to acquire an offensive power – particularly a projectile.” He pauses, allowing the dragon to add his two cents if he wishes. “What do you have to offer?”
Sage lets the darklighter spin his tale to Thornton while feigning interest in the conversation. In truth, he's bored and his mind has likewise wandered elsewhere. The relic he sensed earlier at another stall clamors for his attention as it's the most promising endeavor he's come upon - present interaction counting.
“My friend here is looking to acquire an offensive power – particularly a projectile. What do you have to offer?”
Ah, the tide has turned back to the dragon. His sensitive hearing picks up the references to himself and he tunes back in. He grins in eager anticipation as he looks at Thornton, awaiting the power broker to disclose his wares. "Upper level. Something befitting my own stature, if it pleases."