#test starter

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“Now where did I put that blasted book.” He huffed as he walked around his huge library, it was filled with hundreds of different kinds of magic spell books and Stolas was specifically looking for his all powerful grimoire—he had misplaced it and it frustrated the witch.

One of his familiars flew up to the window and cawed at the man. “Oh, my darling Nim. What have you to report? Has the Dark Lord called upon me?” Stolas questioned before the crow had told him that one of his guards had captured someone sneaking around trying to enter his manor.

That peaked the witches interest, who would plan such a daring thing and what could they be after? Stolas chuckled to himself. “Nim, fetch the guard and bring the troublemaker inside.”

—Moments Go By—

The guards entered Stolas’ manor, holding the prisoner tightly around his shoulders so he couldn’t escape. “Shall we dispose of him sir?” - “No, no, I’ll deal with this. Follow me.” Stolas’ eyes flashed red before he turned and used magic to pull the prisoner along. Making his body levitate right behind, still imprisoned—bound by Stolas’ spell. 

‘Tsk tsk’

Stolas walked them into his holding area, it consisted of cells to put trespassers. “Now tell me, who are you? And why have you set foot onto my manor grounds—May the Dark Lord show mercy unless proven other wise.”

"Listen, I'm the one with the gun...and the plan. So what exactly are you contributing to this whole ordeal?"

The time in between Hell correspondences, Enma spent her time in both the mortal realm and the Eternal Twilight. Sometimes there were breaks, long enough for her to indulge herself a little and this moment now was one of them. Rei and her other companions were also off elsewhere but were always at her beck and call if they were needed. And even if clients had been less as of late, the hearts of humans and their hatred and need and want for revenge wouldn't exactly vanish, in many ways their realm was a Hell also.

Whilst in the realm of humans she wore her usual Japanese school girl attire which helped her blend in with the crowds seemingly unnoticed as well as being able to observe clients to be or just things that caught her interest.  But she couldn't help but feel that someone or something was watching her, whomever it was they certainly weren't human, demon, tsukumogami or yokai. And she didn't need to address said being of course - just glancing at them with her beautiful, blood red eyes would pique the others interest and hopefully they would start something.

"936... 938... 938.."

Effie was doing her usual training, you know, like bench pressing a log. She stood alone, or so she thought. Though as she placed the log down a moment to get a drink, she heard a rattling in the bushes, bringing her guard up.

"So... You going to finish that...?"