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Fixers (Beautiful_Disgrace and I)

"Setting a backstory, huh?" Luce smirked at 'Aramaki', starting the car. "You've come a long way, 'Ari'. Don't embarrass the Lady Windemere at the party." Oh, she was going to enjoy this far more than she was going to admit. But first, breakfast...these sort of things were all about setting an atmosphere, setting a scene. Making sure that Maxwell Brandt knew they were rich and influential in some respects.

Probably the most expensive breakfast they had ever went to, but damn if it wasn't the best one Luce had eaten in a long time. She was definitely different than normal, every movement seemed natural and graceful, not unlike the stalking rabid dog that she usually walked. Her manners were impeccable, she was quiet when she needed to be, her voice was soft and polite when 'Lady Windemere' spoke to others at breakfast -after all, rich people loved telling each other how rich they were-. Rayna seemed...in her element, definitely. Luce did too, almost.
 
Aernir was just watching both of them. Particularly Luce...for how polite she was being. It was odd seeing her that way. She either was a really good actor, or maybe at one point in her life she had been apart of some nobility, but....Aernir too, also knew manners. They might have been different because they were Japanese customs, but it was enough to pass him off as a butler to a rich woman. He was glad that he just needed to be..here. Rather than talk, because...some of the things these people were saying were just so damn boring. Annoyingly so. Yet Rayna was keeping up with the conversations quite well. She almost seemed normal here.
 
It was quite the party that Maxwell was hosting, Luce didn't recognize anyone...but she recognized how much money they had put into their dresses and suits. Rayna almost seemed conservative, but her youth and radiant smile were helping her keep into the flow of the chatter. It was nothing important, Mages talking about Mage problems...the lesser people who didn't understand them, their corporation family members who gave them lavish vacations.

Luce and Aernir stood with the rest of the servants when they entered in Maxwell's dining hall. It was huge, easily twice the size of their apartment and filled to the brim with expensive finery.

"C'mon," Luce mumbled for Aernir as people sat down. Customary dick measuring time, the rich folks sat at the table and their servants behind them. She preferred being as close to Rayna as possible, she didn't smell anything out of the ordinary...and that made her more jumpy than anything. A rich party like this had hundreds of hidden little folds and rules, every subtle posture and gesture could be an insult to another. "Hands behind your back, Aramaki, back straight. Keep your eyes forward, don't look at anyone but the wall in front of you, got it?"

Staring at another guest with unworthy eyes? One lash, bad posture? Two. Speaking to anyone without a glance to your owner for permission, three. Further problems will result in a new set of legs, understood? Yes, Master. I will not let you down. Good, because I'll put you right back in the worthless gutter I found you in. Be grateful. I am Master, thank you.
 
"Got it..." Aernir answered as she held his arms behind his back. Ugh, this was annoying, but doable. He just had to keep his eye out for anything suspicious, and like Luce...he felt like something was off. Rayna seemed...distracted as she glanced over at them. Well, more at Luce than anything. A worried stare? Luce seemed fine to him. Wait, he was supposed to be staring at a wall or something.

They pulled out a chair for Rayna as she sat. She had gotten plenty of compliments on her attire, all of which she took politely and gracefully. She was already making a few enemies just because she seemed genuinely perfect. She wasn't faking being so happy, she just was...and it made her stick out like a sore thumb. In a good and bad way...most people were attracted to it.
 
Maxwell Brandt came into the room with all the pomp and richness of a man hosting a mage party should. He was in his late thirties, by Luce's guess. A man who was aging immensely well and carried himself with all the poise and power his position gave him. He was flanked by two women, both of them had their faces obscured by hoods as they took their position behind his seat like the other servants. Luce narrowed her eyes a fraction, but said nothing.

Well, now she was smelling something very bad. Maxwell acted like a puffed up peacock who knew all of his feathers were in a row.

"Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for attending," Maxwell smiled, sitting down. His voice was moderate and polite, the true cultured voice of the mages. "I appreciate you all accepting my offers, and accepting your fellow mages, regardless of their social class. We are here in solidarity, against a world that threatens us with fear. We must set a better example than we have in the past, and you coming here shows your dedication to that goal."

The claps that followed were either genuine, or merely polite. Luce kept her hands behind her back, staring dead ahead of her as she was supposed to. Place was huge, missing mages could literally be anywhere.
 
Rayna...immediately recognized Maxwell. He hadn't changed very much since the last time she had seen him. She just hoped that he wouldn't recognize her. That would be bad for everyone. Then again, the last time she had seen him, she was..twelve or thirteen maybe? Either way..she listened to everything he said. When she heard people clap, she also clapped. There was something a little strange about those women, but for now, she focused on what was going on around her.
 
The discussion carried on as normal, for a while. It was idle chatter, a boring party or two. Something felt...different, as the dinner carried on. Although, Luce couldn't quite place it. She started to feel a little hot under the collar, in a literal sense. But she kept her posture, her hand slipping to Rayna's bare shoulder to permit her to ask a question, when the slight movement of her shoulder gave her an affirmative, Rayna leaned down. People were getting chatty, laughter was starting to spill throughout the room. Wine was being poured in excess, Maxwell seemed almost ignorant to it all. Music was playing, it was a wonderful good time for everyone. But something just...didn't feel right.

She didn't notice how wonderfully good Rayna smelled until just then. A natural scent that the cheap shampoo couldn't hide. She wanted to...no. What? no.

"Rayna..." Luce murmured. "...Something weird is going on, are you doing okay?"
 
Rayna was also feeling strange. Even though she had only been sipping on the same amount of wine she had at the start of the party. No, this was a different kind of...strange. She was feeling uncomfortable. Squirming in her chair. Aernir watched the two girls speak, though he was looking down into Rayna's dress and staring at her cleavage. A quick glance at Luce and he was checking out her ass. Luce...actually had a lot going on back there, something he didn't notice until just now. Those pants made her look good.

"I...don't know. I don't feel bad. I actually feel really good...but a strange kind of good." She said as she looked into Luce's eyes. Her cheeks were going red from how close their faces were. Her heart was starting to beat a little fast. But she really didn't know what was going on with her.
 
Something was wrong, Luce's eyes flicked over to across the table, and there was laughter, touching...she rose up after a moment, glancing to Maxwell...who simply smiled in return, polite as ever. He was watching, waiting...more like it. The two women behind him had not moved, but staring at them made her body throb with a surprised need that made her blink. Something...something was really wrong. Magic wrong. The entire air felt different, it felt inviting...there was a ringing in her ears that felt like a sweet melody she wanted to dance to.

"Rayna..." Luce breathed, hand on her shoulder still. Her skin felt nice, smooth...silky, her hand drifted along her collarbone before she stopped herself. "We...we need to get out of here, Rayna." The two women were starting to move, Luce noticed that they weren't wearing anything underneath their hoods and cloaks, their bare feet padding across the floor as they drew long, razor sharp daggers. Nobody cared.

She barely cared, why didn't she care about that!? People were staring to...to touch more, moaning, buttons coming loose...Shit.

Shit. They needed to go, right now.
 
Luce's touch was..nice. She liked it and she wanted to touch her more. But...she listened to her warning. She started to rise a little from her chair...her eyes glancing up to the women that were starting to draw their daggers. She was going to cast something..anything. But she couldn't concentrate. Not with that throbbing in between her legs. Whatever was happening, she couldn't counter it until she snapped out of whatever stupor she was in.

Aernir however, was completely lost to it all. He didn't care about anything either. He was just too focused on Luce's ass right now, and he reached out and caressed it. Fuck, he wanted Luce really bad right now...and Rayna too. At the same time..
 
Luce's eyes widened in surprise, the hackles on the back of her neck rising as she spun around like a tornado, her fist slamming solidly against his jaw with a furious snarl. All of a sudden, the atmosphere was different. The air seemed easier to breathe in around her, the naked women holding the daggers paused...and Maxwell blinked incredulously. There was a faint pause just about everywhere when Aernir hit the ground.

Suddenly, everyone realized what was happening. The women in the robes hissed furiously, their blades sinking into the first of the surprised mages.
 
Aernir didn't see it coming. He first felt and incredible pain in his jaw and face. Then he before he knew it he was no longer on his feet. No..he was on the floor. Rayna got up, also breaking from her stupor at the attack. Why did Luce punch him so hard? She didn't have much time to think about it though as she heard the first blood curdling screams coming from the two mages being stabbed.

She jumped onto the table, her hands flying out towards the two women with the daggers. She wasn't going to hold back, either. Two sparks of electricity shot at them. She didn't care about the two that were being stabbed, they were probably already dead.
 
The two women darted, faster than Luce had ever seen anyone move as Maxwell rose up quickly with a furious expression. Luce shoved Aernir up, smoothly drawing her pistol. "Aernir! Focus!" she barked. "Focus!" They weaved through the lightning like it was nothing, moving toward Rayna like a pair of wraiths. The people who passed them seemed to fall over, blood bubbling from their cut necks. Luce opened fire on one, six shots hit nothing but the cloak as they diverted course. Maxwell was already heading up the steps.

Shit. These people were mincemeat, but that guy...whatever he was planning, that's what they needed to follow.
 
It was hard to focus when he was still seeing stars, but Aernir pulled his shirt out and and drew the knives hidden on his person and got up to his feet, grumbling with anger. He then suddenly broke out into a dash and leaped over the table effortlessly, getting between these women and Rayna. He lashed out at the woman closest to him, trying to slice open their neck. They were fast, but so was he.
 
The dagger sparked across his in reply, hissing as the hood slid off. They were beautiful, amazingly beautiful. Their eyes were a rapid rainbow of colors, shifting from blues to reds in an instant as she glared at Aernir, the other one shifting out of her robe with her bloody daggers in hand.

"Rayna, go," Luce mumbled, making the other one dance with gunfire. The rest of the servants and the mages were dead...it was just them. "Whatever that guy is doing, you need to get up there and stop him. We'll be right behind you, I promise." Heh, been a while since they had finally killed something. Demons or not, it was enough to get Luce's blood boiling.
 
Rayna nodded towards Luce, and she hopped off the table and gave chase towards Maxwell. She kicked off her heels so she could run faster, climbing the stairs and closing the gap fast. She was running faster than she should have been, but it made sense since she was temporarily enhancing her speed with her magic.

Aernir was happy that he didn't have to fight against two beautiful demon women. Otherwise, you might have a few wounds to have Rayna heal. But, one on one, he could easily match up with the speed of her blade. The problem was finding and taking the opening.
 
Maxwell turned to see her, and his fingers ignited in long streams of fire to cover his escape as he pushed through a set of double doors. Who were these people!? Ugh, Fixers? Maybe they were, just about any time there was something going wrong, it was always a fixer...ironic, really. But he didn't have time to play, he was close...so close.
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"Well, this is a new one on me," Luce mumbled, putting a few more rounds down to make the second one dodge and move. "Come on...we need to follow after Rayna, the hallway will give us a better chance to get in." Right now, there was too much open space. Damn, she really wished she had her machete, but all she had right now was a boot knife. Good enough when she could draw it, she supposed.
 
Rayna had just enough time to divert his spell to the side, but no time to redirect it back. She was getting rusty, but at least she made a path for herself. "I'm not letting you get away!" She shouted at him as she followed him through the doors.

"I know," Aernir suddenly kicked his leg high in the air, his movement so fast that he managed to hit her finally, his shoe connecting with her chin. He didn't wait another second. He moved in one fluid moment and threw one of his knives towards her chest, aim directly for her heart. Hopefully demons had the same anatomy as humans.
 
Maxwell growled, stopping in front of an altar. A grisly one at that, a pentagram was written in blood, where a marble dais lay with a bowl...whatever was in the middle was still beating. "Just who...wait," he muttered. "...Wait, I know you, girl." Her face looked familiar, very familiar...
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"Go," Luce said, moving forward from the opening as the demon hissed to the side, battering the knife away. "I'll cover you! Up the stairs!" she ordered, taking aim and opening fire at the two quickly advancing demons.
 
"No you don't." Rayna said as she got herself ready for a counter spell. This was..demonic magic. She wasn't experienced in this type of magic, but she probably should destroy whatever was in the center of that pentagram.

Aernir didn't hesitate. If Luce said she had it, she had it. Not to mention, Rayna wasn't in the room anymore. He ran off towards the stairs and started to climb as fast as he could...which was really fast. He'd be with her in a few more seconds.
 
Maxwell grinned in amusement, his fingers dancing with arcane energy as he shot out a shockwave to keep her unfocused. "Fixers, I should have known," he muttered. "But you're too late, you understand? Tonight was all I needed...you're just a bad coincidence." he said, eyes narrowing at the fast arrival of another problem. Her...'servants'? No matter, the blood on the pentagram was already starting to glow, and the heartbeat was already picking up. Magic was filling the atmosphere, tugging and pulling...the heart was rising to float into the air, the blood starting to twist and dance.

Luce moved up the stairs after Aernir, drawing her boot knife as one of them lunged. She blocked the stab as they hit the ground, the spiked muzzle of her gun mashed against the neck of the demon and she pulled the trigger, dark blood splattering across her face as she pushed off the corpse. The gurgle and hiss it made sounded...almost orgasmic as Luce shoved off the demon and picked up the knives. Touching them made her skin rush with hunger, her nipples jutting out from her shirt as the demon bounded up the stairs.

Ooh, she could get used to these...she reacted to the demon with a strike of her own, the blades bouncing off one another as she circled around, parrying and dodging with a heavy, labored breath. She felt it...she felt this...need to spill blood, she felt a presence behind her, a whispering voice.

More, more, more...make it last, make it hurt, make it bleed. Be a good girl, make it last long... Yes, a good girl...she knew how to do that...
 
Aernir came just in time to see the heart rising from the air, and the blood. He glanced at Rayna and saw that she looked...confused. "Rayna, this magic stuff is your forte..what the fuck do we do to stop that?" He asked her, pulling out a third knife from the back of his pants since he had lost one fighting those other demons. Rayna had never seen this type of magic before. She was studying it, trying to determine their best course of action.

"We can't. Not until the ritual is done. If I try to attack it now, my magic will only accelerate the process." She explained softly, calmly. Which wasn't really good for Aernir...it was almost like she had given up. That wasn't it though. The magic was...resonating with something. A spirit? She looked at Aernir. "Where is Luce?"
 
There was an almost orgasmic scream from behind them, answering the question. Luce had managed to ram the long daggers into the demon's gut before slicing her throat. Her coat stained with their dark blood as she moved forward with a casual flick of the blades. They felt...good in her hands, really good. She liked how they were almost weightless, the blades razor sharp as Maxwell took a step back.

"Right here," Luce purred, her voice hungry and sultry, eyes wild.

Good girl...kill him, kill him, kill all of them

The blood was forming, slowly and surely. The heart started to pump faster, dark fire roared up from the bowl as six glowing red eyes appeared where it's head would soon form. Veins gave way to thick, dark muscle, tightening and churning into something entirely physical. Whatever it was, it was a massive, hulking beast. Luce grit her teeth watching it, fingers tightening. Arcane wisps lingered around her, giving shape and form to something behind her.

"There's a good girl..." Carmello purred, a handsome, twisted visage of a man. A face that no doubt charmed a hundred women, but now it was ruined and scarred. The only thing left were his youthful eyes, his body was a wreck. Stab wounds, bullet holes, one of his eyes was missing. But the look on his face was lively, feral. His body started to tighten, to form muscle from thought alone.
 
"What the fuck..." Aernir trailed off, taking a step back away from Luce. This was why he hated magic shit. He didn't know what was going on at all. He was worried though, about the way Luce looked at them both. The hairs on his neck stood on end as he got ready to protect Rayna...if he could even protect himself. Though her voice broke his concentration, and he looked over to her.

"I see..." Rayna began as she looked into those evil, handsome eyes that belonged to Carmello. She had seen them the night before...she had looked into them and told him she would destroy him. Now she could without having to risk herself. "Aernir..we need to destroy that man by Luce first. Before he regenerates...quickly!" She urged him, her hands crackling with electricity. Though first, she had to figure out how to sever whatever hold he had on Luce. They couldn't knock her out, they definitely couldn't kill her. They needed her on their side!
 
Kill them! Kill them quickly! Kill the girl! Luce moved forward like a panther, blades in hand before she stopped. Carmello's eyes widened faintly as Luce grit her teeth, knuckles white. Rayna? No, no no no no no nononononono. Not Rayna. No. No. No.

You're beautiful, Luce. Can I sleep with you? Her voice, sweet and innocent. Everything she wanted to be, but could never have. The little girl who wanted a friend, who wanted to someone to cry to and have her say everything would be okay. She hated her for it, no...no. Hate. She didn't hate. She just...

"Rayna..." Luce said, her voice labored and heavy as she stared at her crackling fingers. "Get...hit me!" she said. "Hard! Do it!"

"NO!" Carmello roared, his handsome eyes going full red. "Kill her, you useless gutter trash! I brought you into this fetid world, and I can destroy you in it!" he snarled.

Maxwell didn't know what was going on, but he didn't care. He turned quickly to the ritual, fingers weaving an chain of symbols and sigils as he started to chant in a tongue that made ears burn and eyes water. Another demon would make things so much easier when he bound himself to a blood pact with this one. He would have all the power and immortality he could ever wish for!
 
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