Unfortunately for Tala, the owner of the circus already knew that she was secretly performing in the shows. And while he was a little upset about her not saying anything to him, he let it slide. Of course he didn't say anything to her about knowing, wanting her to come out and be open with him about the fact that she was the mystery performer. Because he knew all of his performers, he hired them all, so obviously this mystery person was one of his house staff not wanting to get caught. It was the only thing that made sense since every time that person was performing, all of the actual performers were accounted for. Soon enough everybody was leaving the big tent and Atticus was going around making sure that all of the costumes were collected so that they could get washed and hung back up for the next performance. The big tent was clean magically and once everybody had left he was leaving the tent, using back to ensure that nobody could get in. As he was walking towards the mansion he did end up pausing for a moment, having a sense that they were somebody on his property that shouldn't have been there. But he wasn't going to worry himself about it, there was somebody else that usually investigated that stuff for him.
Sure enough there was somebody else on the property that probably shouldn't have been there at nighttime, although it wasn't as if the red haired female even realized where she was anyways. Nope the human that was walking through the wooded area, which was what more or less acted as the "fence" between the city and the land that was owned by circus owner. Not that Atticus really had a problem with people wandering about on the property, as long as they stayed out of his mansion and the big tent it was fine. The red haired female just leaned against a tree to catch her breath and was holding her jacket to herself tightly, tears falling. Who exactly was she? Azraella was a human slave to a rather cruel demon master, whom owned a mansion three towns over in the human world although she had run from the demon realm where she had been at with the vile man. Thank god for one of the gate keepers feeling sorry for her and opening a gate up. Not all demons were bad, that she knew. The twenty-four year old female had been a slave to an infamously cruel demon lord since she was twenty-one. Something had attracted him to her and for her twenty-first birthday, he had decided to kidnap her and tell her that she was a slave.
Azraella just sank down to sit on the ground and was gently rubbing her sprained ankle before she was glancing around, wondering where she was even. "There are a number of supernaturals near by...." she mumbled to herself at that point in time. Despite being human, Azraella had the unique ability to sense the supernaturals. No she couldn't tell what they were specifically but she could tell if there were any around. A troublesome thing at first when she had been in the demon realm, although throughout the years she had more or less learned to turn off that ability.
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