Typically Demonic Ch. 01

This act gave him an insight to how much influence they have already gained. The unusual lack of interference by the bouncers screamed VIP. Then only would they be ignored with such a lewd gesture inside the club.

Hopefully, their ruse was still holding. The waitress pried herself out of the clutches of the demon and walked away with their orders. Kleon now tried to concentrate his consciousness towards the table for four, but after trying for the third time he gave up. Not even his incredibly heightened senses were able to distinguish the voices of the targets from the loud music and so many undertones of other voices.

"We need to get closer," He nestled close to his partner, carefully judging the safest empty table that will allow them to overhear. He found one, four table east of their targets.

He grabbed Juno by her waist, who squealed and laughed on being manhandled.

Crossing the room filled with buck and booze, they silently slipped on the chairs, with Kleon facing the group. He eyed Juno who nodded and touched his open palm on the table.

The Mortal gaze, a spell used to see through energy barriers that some powerful immortals put on to screen their actual form from unwanted attention. Juno raised her other arm parallel to her head, palm facing Kleon. He on the other hand concentrated at her palm. Slowly a black dot appeared amidst her pale skin. He provoked it to spread with his own magic. Her palm slowly inched towards the boss sitting ahead of them. The black speck on her palm widened into a hazy picture as it stopped just before their target.

Kleon's jaws tightened at the image.

A fucking arch-demon? HOW did one get into this realm without anyone noticing it.

Juno was biting her lower lips in anticipation. When he looked back at her she raised her voice in askance.

"We are leaving."

"What? What did you..." But even before she can finish her sentence she was being pulled firmly by her arm and before she knows they were out of the door.

Kleon walked so fast, Juno had a hard time catching up. The alleyways were dead silent, except some cat meowing far away. The sound of the club faded away.

Juno noticed that Kleon was sweating. That really worried her.

They took a sharp turn and she yanked on his hand. Kleon stopped more out of surprise then by the negligible force. He could have dragged her through a marathon if he wanted so.

"Why are we fleeing?" She said crossing her arms.

God we don't have time for this, Kleon thought.

"We're not fleeing. We're taking a tactical retreat."

"BS, difference of a piss between them. And you're not one to 'take tactical retreats'. You rather jump and kick some ass then contemplate and plan."

"Juno. Please. We must reach the store."

"BUT WHY?"

Just on her tail, a force pushed both of them off their feet. Kleon did a back flip helping Juno regain her balance.

They stared at the glowing red ball roughly twenty paces down the path. The halo lit the face of a person they saw not five minutes before.

One by one, five figures emerged from the shadows, surrounding the duet.

"That's why." He whispered in her ears.

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