Thread: The Incubus & The Workaholic {Lady Nef x King of Yaoi}

When the bloody red met the brilliant green, Alena felt the full brunt of his hatred. Why the hell should he hate her? Was it her fault that her family tried to seal him up? If anything she was the one who should hate him because he had suddenly appeared in her life. Her eyes narrowed at his words, Even if you say it's a ritual to send you back, for all I know it could be a summoning spell and more of your kind show up. All I have is your word, and well aren't demons known for not exactly being... honest and whatnot. It would probably be best to either a. get Felicity's ass here as soon as possible and have her handle you... although god forbid she might be totally fascinated with your kind and I don't know... summon more and sell you off or something. or b. Get some unbiased advice on this matter from someone. Maybe someone in her family knew about this... maybe her aunt or uncle? Hell even her siblings could know this- Victoria was supposed to know everything about the Boswells and Jonathan was so obsessive that he might know. But then why would they not protest that she got this house if they knew that? Either way she couldn't be rash. She didn't want to get sucked into something that was too big for her to handle. But when he started talking about a book of spells being buried under her cellar, she couldn't help but be fascinated. He said that her ancestors had tried to seal him away... that meant they had to have some sort of power. Power that was not normal. Although Alena was generally a good person, that didn't mean she didn't possess the Boswell trait of ambitiousness and power. Not to mention being in the reporting world... anything related to information caught her attention. In that sense she and her cousin Fee were like twins, except Fee was only interested in well interesting things. Alena loved anything and everything to do with acquiring more information. But apparently he wanted to go back to hell. Though it could have been an act. For all she knew Hell was not a place he wanted to me. She didn't have enough information about the situation and the only source she had was someone she couldn't trust. Alena couldn't help but sigh as a hand cradled her head. This was giving her a headache. Then he was gone but apparently he returned because a book was floating in the middle of the area. This was annoying that she couldn't actually see him unless it was through the mirror. She didn't like this business of things floating by themselves. As soon as he complained about the weight of the book, Alena grabbed the ancient looking book and studied the words. They were ineligible to her magically untrained eyes. That was when he started muttering something- must be a spell from the book- but she didn't understand a single word of it. But suddenly a pull, a powerful force of good was calling her to the ancient text. If she hadn't been holding it, Alena would have grabbed it instead she clutched it closer to her. I want to be able to read this, stated Alena randomly, her hunger for knowledge craving the secrets of this book. But I still don't want to do this ritual until I have more information... I refused to be bested by you, glared the woman, But I don't want you bothering me either. Can I get you a prostitute or something to keep you happy for a while and you won't beg me? She really didn't want a whore in her house, but better the whore doing her job... than Alena herself satisfying his hunger. She'd have to call Fee up and get her in contact with the black market in this area. Felicity Mireille Boswell's network was a vast and frightening thing. But the lengths Alena would go to get out of this mess, it was unbelievable.