"The devil's agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?"
- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles
Lucien remained silent most of the way north toward the Sanctuary and The Empress' villa, and more to the point, the mansion bearing silent witness to the brutal extermination of an entire family. He offered little more than a nod or a murmured response to Kitty's queries...and warnings.
He looked over the once familiar landscape. He used to know who 'owned' every corner and who lurked in every alley. It was all foreign to him now. The point further driven home by the presence Moredhel-elf / werepanther at his side. A presence not unwelcome, except in that it was deemed necessary.
The barrister tore his attention away from the streetscape and glanced over at Kitty. She looked like she was marching into a warzone. He shook his head. It was a warzone they were marching into.
Lucien finally noticed the infamous shotgun he didn't recognize earlier at the House and he recalled one of the many times the weapon had been called into service. A gathering of family at the Joint, interrupted by an 'ex'. Words to arms...arms predictably, to violence. He reached under his coat and fingers found the metal hilt secured at his side. Another lifetime ago.
"We're here."
He looked up at the mansion at Kitty's sober announcement. The guard she had posted at the front door was scrambling to his feet seeing her arrival. Lucien let out a deep breath, steeling himself as he stared at the building.
"Lucky, you ready for this?"
The barrister nodded, without looking over at Kitty. "Yeah I'm ready. Lead on."
(Author's note: This is a continuation of the "Here Kitty" thread posted under Around the Mulberry Bush folder)
(Author's note: This is a continuation of the "Here Kitty" thread posted under Around the Mulberry Bush folder)