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.
Lucas was well aware that he was not the most powerful demon around. He knew it because his father had not allowed him to forget it in the past 27 years of his life. His father made sure to call him daily to reinforce the fact that he was ashamed of his son and the lack of control of his powers. His father could not believe that his son had been born with such unique and powerful gifts with little control over them. Normally Lucas would just ignore his father like he had over the past decade or two but he also knew deep down in his cold, dead heart that his father was right. He did need to learn to control his powers better and start growing his strength with them so that one day his father would need to bow to him.
He knew the problem he had was a simple one, his power required anger to trigger and he was always good at controlling anger and acting with thought instead of emotion. Which in most cases would be a great advantage for him to do, but because he did not anger to easily he had never learned to really trigger his powers while controlling anger. He knew that would be something he would need to fix at least temporarily so he could learn control and then his power could begin to grow as he learned control. He decided the best place to start was somewhere he could find anger. He decided that he would have the best luck at the Underworld Market, the place sold everything and he was convinced that if he could find a potion that will spark his anger it would be in the market place. If he found that potion that would fan the flames of anger within him then he could begin that process of control. He shimmered into the Underworld from his home and started to walk amongst the stalls, looking at the wares hoping to find the thing he was looking for.
After their moonlit walk on the beach in Istanbul, Idris had grown bored of Dani's company and sent her home. Some type of stomach bug, he told her. And given her impressionable disposition riddled with insecurities abundant, she obliged and left him to his own devices.
As soon as he closed the door to his penthouse suite in The Sapphire, he rolled his eyes and started to undo his necktie. Shortly after, he used his blinking ability to end up exactly where he was now.
A man on a mission.
He knew exactly what he was in search of; he needed the proper ingredients to perform a ritual spell that would track down the new recipient of the athame he had stolen from Vanessa's after killing her. He needed it before the "Champions", or whatever they called themselves, found their replacement and activated the weapon.
With the memories he absorbed from the deceased Champion who perished at his hands, he had learned enough to know that the group was no doubt trying to reform. It was the only explanation as to why the athame previously in his possession disappeared. It meant that they were one step closer, and he was one step further behind. But it wouldn't stay that way for long. He'd get the upper hand again, and he'd take them all out. One. By. One.
With a confident and strong pace, he walked down the stalls of the market. He spots Lucas and walks past him, taking in his appearance with a quick once over before stopping at the stall in front of him. He picks up a few items, looking them over and surveying them.
"You know, I wouldn't dilly-dally down here." Idris says flatly with a hint of patronization towards Lucas, but still looking at the items in his hands and refusing eye contact.
"People who don't know what they're looking for end up wasting other's time." He added, slowly turning his gaze away from the items in his hands for the ritual and aiming his attention towards Lucas.
"It's not a good idea to waste anyone's time down here."
He felt the people around him that walked by, he did not bother with them, he knew that everyone was here for a purpose, they did not just come to the underworld market for no reason. There was always danger of getting vanquished when demons got together. It was a kill or be killed world and no one was afraid to kill someone if it thought that it might raise their standing in the underworld.....or if someone just annoyed them. You had to be careful especially if you weren't upper level with some measure of your own power to protect you. Lucas knew he had unique abilities and he knew that they were not that powerful for the time being so he knew he could not afford to get into a fight with the wrong person over nothing because it could end up with him being dead and he liked being alive, one of the few things he had emotions and feels for was his own life after all.
One of the people who walked by him stopped near him and he just ignored the man as he looked at the wares, looking for what he was looking for, the thing that was the means to an end for the demon. After all he knew what he needed. The person that had walked near him then spoke patronizing to him. He knew that if his father was here the demon would have already taken offense to the way this being spoke, but that also just went to show how much in check he had his emotions. He wondered what made the man assume that he was dilly-dallying in the underworld, it was not a place he liked to place himself due to his standing in the hierarchy.
The man then turned his attention to Lucas, he raised his eyebrows as the man continued to speak, the man certainly did have a lot of opinions for not knowing why Lucas was in the underworld. "I am not a mortal window shopping at the mall....I am here for a purpose, and I know what I am looking for, I just don't know where to find it."
He said this with confidence, he did not expect any help, he did not expect anything from the creature before him. He never expected anything from those who dwelled in the underworld really. Lucas knew that to expect things in the underworld you needed power to enforce it and he lacked power in the underworld but he had more than enough to get by in the mortal plane, hence why he stayed there for the time being, biding his time, waiting for the day he had the power to make moves in the underworld which is why he was in the underworld to begin with on that day.
There was always such confidence in the young ones.
While some demons and other evil creatures in the Underworld would have taken offense to the confidence exhibited by Lucas and turn lethal, Idris can't help but let an amused smirk form on his features. With the Underworld as quiet as it had been as of late, many demons liked to try and prove their dominance and worth. Try to remain relevant, even if that meant picking off the weaker demons left on the increasingly smaller food chain.
"A purpose?" He asks, his voice slow and calculated, still with an air of patronization behind it, "And what purpose would that be?" Idris questions, setting down the item he was holding in his hand.
He looks Lucas up and down again, taking in his appearance. From face value alone, he appears to be around the same age as Idris was before his first kill. Wasn't that the joy of the Underworld? Immortality was a bit more frequent down here.
Then again, anyone who looked at Idris would think that he was the same age as Lucas. While Idris would still be considered young by any means in many of the hellish circles around them, in his 54 years of eternal-late twenties, he has learned a bit how things work down here.
But Lucas? Based on their very short interaction thus far, Idris could only assume some basic information about him. Using his words rather than his fists meant that he might not have the power to back himself up. Most higher level creatures would have picked a fight with Idris, but there was something...young about Lucas. Wet behind the ears.
(Could be useful.)
Crossing his arms firmly over his chest, he still stands with his head slightly cocked to the side.
He could not put a pin in why this being was paying any attention to him whatsoever. He had come down to the underworld with a goal in mind. He had not expected to gain the attention of anyone he had been hoping to get in and out of the underworld without much notice. After all that was the safest way to get in and out of the place. Not to mention anywhere in the underworld. Not all demons could pass as humans like he could and he had a measure of safety in the mortal world where he was harder to track and blend in easily. Not to mention not all that important after everything else that was going on in the planes.
He knew he had to be careful around this being that was so curious into what he was doing in the underworld. He was guarded that was for sure, he did not want to out himself for his true power level if he could help it. He could barely affect a baby let alone a fully powered demon or warlock. "I am looking for a spell" Lucas did not plan to let it slip that he planned for himself to be the subject of the spell or potion so that he could learn to command his magic that was triggered by anger. No it was better to make it seem like he had plans on someone or something with the spell in question.
He went back to his search of the wares maybe there was an object that could complete his goals but that was when the being spoke again saying that he could help Lucas. That was when he turned his attention back even more guarded. Beings in the underworld did not do things out of the kindness of their hearts. In fact most if not all were like him, heartless to core. There was always a purpose or a reason behind why someone did something. He narrowed his eyes questioning. "What do you get out of it and why would you? Also help me do what exactly, I haven't really said I needed anything."
Idris wasn't even sure why he was showing any slight interest in the young demon in front of him. Perhaps it was out of boredom. Maybe brought forth from the depressing level of mousiness he endured from Dani. While she was good for sex and keeping with appearances in the mortal realm, her incessant low level of self worth was grating after awhile. He needed a challenge, someone to question his intentions and keep him on his feet rather than continue to grovel and seek his approvals.
Still, the constant back and forth with this demon in front of him was harping on Idris' nerves. "With the state of our world, it might do you well to accept any bit of assistance someone in your position can get. Whether you have said you need help or not, it's clear that you need something. Otherwise you wouldn't be here, sifting through the carts alone like a starving dog begging for scraps." He scoffs at Lucas, rolling his eyes. If he was down here alone and searching for a spell, there can't be much power behind the athletically built frame.
"Pride and arrogance have had far stronger beings than you vanquished, and you would do well to remember that." Idris adds, still with his arms folded firmly over his chest. "You need a spell. I'm offering you help to get that spell while others would ignore you or vanquish you for a little bit more power like a junkie taking an empty needle to their arm. Take my offer or not, it doesn't matter to me either way. You can accept my assistance or you can get out of my way. Just make your decision quick, because I'm growing weary of this."
Turning around and uncrossing his arms, he walks away from Lucas towards another one of the carts in the market place and continues to gather the items he needs for his own ritual.
He listened to the being before him. The man had a short temper or at least seemed to be annoyed easily an issue that Lucas did not have and that was his entire problem really, the fact that he did not anger easily or get annoyed easily. He had patience for the long term play which would be an awesome quality for a powerful demon but the fact still stood that even though he had the potential to be powerful he was not in the least. He had enough to barely even be considered worth the bother to vanquish really and a wiccan could probably take him down with the right spells. He knew this and he knew he had issues. He could sense the annoyance in the being though and even though he bristled a little bit at being compared to a dog looking for scraps he knew it was kind of true. It was similar to what he had been hearing from his father his entire life. He was weak when compared to his powerful parents and sister. He was the black sheep of the family and he was fully aware of how things stood at the moment hence his caution with the man.
The man's words though repeated his own thoughts basically, people got vanquished for walking the wrong way down in the underworld and he really did have to be more careful, like many demons he could be quite cocky and he knew it was just one reason why he might end up vanquished. It did not really matter to the beings down here why, humans might notice his absence because of the ingrained place he had in the human society but it would not take long for them to forget him. He listened to the offer and it did worry him, beings in the underworld did not do things for free or for other people. They were evil beings after all and were always out for themselves and he wanted to know when the other shoe would drop on him. After all there was always a catch...or was he just jaded like that by his parents who could really tell. He then was offered and ultimatum to chose to accept the beings help or not. He tossed it around in his head and he knew he could use some help in reaching his goal because he was practically useless with his powers but it still worried him, he did not trust so easily down in the underworld. He would have to take a leap though and he walked over to where the man moved. "Fine, I accept the assistance." He was still wary and worried this might spell his death but he was not going to get where he wanted to be without a few risks and he had a feeling that this would be one of those turning point ones. He might end up dead or he might end up where he want to be.
The dark hazel hues roamed across the many stalls filled with, more often than not, junk that was useless. No one with an inch of intelligence would ever part ways with true magical artifacts. However, there have been a few occasions that he was able to come across useful items or information. Vince wasn’t there to just be wasting time with the entire demonic world; he focused on one thing at the moment, his mother’s killer.
He walked through the crowd of demons, each seeming consumed by the lust of the kill. It was that very lust that Vince both despised and admired among demon kind. I’m sure word has gotten around about the vanquish. As his shows danced upon the dead earth, no longer able to produce life, he caught a glimpse of necklace dangling from the edge of a merchants’ wooden post. Taking that sharp detour he stood before the table as his eyes loomed across the dark-colored gem.
With his finger caressing the silver he forced his voice to escape from his lips. “Where did you get them from?” His voice well controlled still had a hint of anger boiling behind it. Seems the rumors might be true after all. AS he stood in silence waiting for the merchant to generate a response his eyes caught a glimpse of two demon, young and old, having a interesting conversation. It was not any concerns of his as neither of them appeared to have played a hand in the task at the forefront of his mind.
Idris notes the arrival of another individual in their presence as he walks away from Lucas, but keeps his eyes forward. He pauses when he hears Lucas moving after him and accepting the offer. Good. Maybe the young demon before him wasn't going to waste his time entirely. A small and crisp smile forms on Idris' mouth as he keeps his back to the demon, taking a look at Vince once more before slowly turning around and faces Lucas.
"We should leave."
Knowing full well that there would be prying ears nearby, Idris didn't want any overzealous individuals to try and harp on their plans. Idris didn't need that much back up. Having a nice, young and scrappy demon on his side would give him what he needed. (A possible human shield, should something come up...) He maliciously thinks to himself, still having the small and coy smirk on his face.
"We can go to my apartment. Istanbul. We can talk more there."
He offers his hand out to the demon, unsure about whether or not the man in front of him has a teleportation power. Either way, Idris would be able to blink the two of them to their location and ensure that they both arrived safely and in the same location.
Perhaps the night wouldn't turn out to be a totally dismal failure after all.
Lucas noticed the other being come into the area and his guard went up higher. He did not like the idea of someone else coming into the area, he definitely felt a little bit concerned of the newcomer. He did not know how powerful these beings were but they still set him on edge, he was concerned about his own life after all. It was basically the most important thing to him out of everything that there was. He had a list of things of importance after all. The man's face had a smile grow on it and that was not a smile he liked or trusted really. It made him feel like he had made a mistake but he kept that thought to him and nodded as he said they needed to leave. He knew that was a wise decision, there was another being here that they could see poking around not to mention the shopkeepers and whatever other demons, warlocks and monsters that might be poking around in some way or fashion. You could never trust anyone or anything in the underworld because you could never trust that you were alone or what you thought something was, was actually what it seemed.
"Agreed, we should leave here."
He nodded along as the man suggested a location that would be more private for them to speak, the conversation would be an important one, he could change the course of how things would proceed for him. He agreed that would be fine. He then studied the man to be able to picture him to shimmer to his location as the man held out a hand, supposedly to guide him to the location. He knew that he could shimmer and follow but doubt did step into his mind. He did not really trust his powers they did not always work when he wanted, well the shimmering and telekinesis tended to work right but the heavy hitter didn't. He took the hand.
Idris thinks to himself, nodding his head. He was happy to see that Lucas was starting to agree and see where his train of thought was headed. Taking one last look around the Market, he figured that his original intent to gather some supplies could be taken care of later. Besides, he had already received a better gift than he could have imagined in the form of Lucas. He didn't want to leave without anything tangible, though. Spotting a nearby cart, he uses his free hand to steal a knapsack he sees and with the demon clasping his other hand, Idris activates his power of blinking to transport the two to his home in Istanbul.
B'alam kept his eyes on the carts around him, trying to take note of all of his stock and ensure that they were taken care of. Wringing his hands together slightly above his waist, he tries to keep up with the appearance as the inconspicuous shop keeper but still pay attention to everything going on around him. With some fostered paranoia and worry that people were going to steal his wares (mainly due to his inability and lack of power to stop them if they tried), B'alam was like many Hawker Demons in the sense that he was always nervous and easily intimidated.
Little did he know just how intimidated he was about to be.
With his focus on Lucas and Idris, he didn't notice Vince rifling through his wares. In fact, he was so fixated on the conversation between the aforementioned two creatures that he didn't realize Vince was there until he was right in front of him with his fingers wrapped around one of the silver bands on his post, demanding where he got it from. At the sound of his voice, B'alam visibly jumps and sharply turns his eyes to Vince.
"I, erm..." He stammers out, trying to recall where he got the gem. As a Hawker Demon, B'alam tended to get his hands on anything he could find and try to spin for a profit. While attempting to remember where he received the necklace, he watches as Idris steals the knapsack and calls out, "HEY! YOU CAN'T--" but stops when the warlock blinks out.
Wringing his hands a bit faster, he turns his attention back to Vince and finds his voice again. "Someone traded it. A few weeks ago. Gave me that. I gave him an old ritual book." He explains, his fragmented sentence structure due to his nerves, "Don't know who. Haven't seen him since."
He stood , patience and silence , as the merchant attempted to discover the answer too his question before the other warlock decided too gift himself with a toy . Pathetic. It was warlocks like him that gained them a dislike among both witches and demons alike . We must do better if we are too overcoming the greater good . His hope was to be one of those who would be at the helm, not just a dog feeding from the scrapes of the masters table, back at the top of the food chain.
His eyes rolled in utter frustration at the news , though it was half expected . He knew it was a long shot too get an one stop answer in the underworld now days , since there was so much distrust among demon kind . However , inspite of the lack of information he at least had something that could possible aid him in his quest too find his mothers killer , after all it was her necklace . This could possible to reveal her last moments if the killer attacked her from the front and not from the back .
Lifting his hues , drained of the frustration he once exhibited , he gave a soft smile at / on the fellow demon . He hoped that it would somewhat provide an ease too the demons nervousness , that seemed too to drip with his pores , before he spoke once more . With a wave of his hands he cast a illusion upon the hawker demon .
He forced the demon too see him placing the necklace back upon the wood post before making his departure from the stand , fading from both his sight and mind.
However , in the real world he placed the jewel in his pocket. " Well ill be taking this as its the only clue i have too finding a " lost " friend of mines . " Vince knew the demon , though easily fearful , could have been protecting his client and he was going too to need the element of surprise if he was to extract his revenage . He then blinked heading too his apartment .
Lucius and his companions (Cecile and Quentin) make their arrival after taking their leave of the academy dungeons. The market, always a hub of activity, is bustling with the cacophonous calls of hawkers, bartering fiends and the like. In light of recent frustrating interactions, it does little to lift Lucius’ already darkened mood.
“There are still two samples to procure,” he proclaims to the pair. Despite their apparent uneasy alliance, Lucius still ponders the strength of their bonds. With Quentin, he had been able to at least establish an alignment of goals if nothing else. There is nothing more than possible gratitude to tie Cecile to him. Still, under current circumstances, there is little choice in the matter. “We must locate a firestarter.”
It’s a task easier said than done. Lucius knows firestarters to be a rare and elusive breed due in part to a previous Source coveting their power and hunting them to near extinction. “I don’t suppose either of you would have the acquaintance of one?” The Kingston demon passes a look between them and lets out a sigh. “No, I suppose that would be too easy. So we will just have to find one.”