[Jacob]

*Setting: Still on the phone with Adele, Iraxx now flew his hover car through the city, making his way towards the building were the Council resided.*

Adele: "You're wrong, Iraxx!! I'm telling you, you're wrong. Now get back to the the Scout camp and do your job!!"

She seemed somewhat aggitated after he had told her that it was Alexie Craine who was the serial killer and that the documents stating his death had been faked.

Iraxx: "I'm not wrong. And when the Council realise this you WILL be out on your ass, i guarantee that..."

There was silence from the other end of the phone. Stopping at traffic lights Iraxx took the time to look around, the Sligs operating the traffic lights were chatting amongst themselves and laughing loudly. After a few seconds one pulled the lever that changed the light colours and the traffic was moving again.

Adele: "Thats if you make it, Iraxx...and i swear, you won't. Your not ruining my chances of claiming a chair among the Council...!!"

The phone went dead. In frustration the Commandor threw the small device onto the passenger seat and then quickly turned the driving wheel to the right and eased his foot off of the ascent pedal. The car quickly turned, sauntering downwards at a fast velocity as it did so...

***

*Setting: She hung up the phone in an angered manner and then paced up and down infront of the restroom mirrors. Her face was red with anger and nearly matching her red lipstick. Placing her mobile down she then began to fiddle with her black hair, her nimble fingers messing around with random strands. The restroom was smallish, only accomodating 4 cubicles. These cubicles were situated infront of the mirrors and painted a dirty yellow colour. The rest of the room was white. After sorting her hair out she then picked her mobile up and dialled in a number, raising it to her ear she awaited the person she was calling to pick-up. They did...*

Adele: "We have a problem, sir..."

She looked at her nails as she rested her self against the sink edge.

Adele: "Its Iraxx, he's close to finding out about Alexie and Midian. Although i think he just knows about Alexie, but if he tells the Council and helps capture them...my position here is f*cked. You understand, sir?"

Again there was silence as she listened to the being on the other end speak.

Adele: "Well, sir. You know what i'd do...And so far thats our only option..."

She smiled to herself as the being stated something she liked.

Adele: "Now would be a perfect time, sir. He's on his way here..."

Standing she neared the door and said her goodbyes. And with a sinister chuckle of glee, she exited.

***

*Setting: The slow heavy breathing of an unknown beast seemed to echoe around the long stoney room. The pebbled floor and stone laden walls showed scratch marks, indentations were creatures had tried to escape. The creature sat at the back of the room, the narrow walls almost connecting with its large, stone-built armchair. Although it was obvious the beast was male, it wasn't so obvious what it looked like as half of its body was consumed in the darkest of shadows. The only things barely seeable were its broad legs and bulky feet, which were clothed with black trousers with white pinstripes and black shiny shoes. The room itself looked more like a corridor than anything, the walls were equipped with firey torches, sixteen in total, eight on each wall, which lit the way towards the seated creature. The being shifted its weight on its cold chair and then bellowed out, its voice hard and intimidating...*

Being: "Basium!!"

The sound echoed down the room, causing the gentle flames to suddenly spasm. He awaited for a sign that the creature he had called had heard him, then as he waited a gentle drift of red mist began to form at the front of the room, becoming thicker as it slowly moved forwards. The torches that it past were immediatly extinguished. And as it past the fourth set of torches the mist solidified, forming a feminine creature. A Demonic mistress. A Malum. Three bleached bones jutted from the back of her head, her fingers more like claws, all sharp and leathal. Her eyes a gentle, baby pink and her breasts, firm and well developed, stood proudly over her ribcage.

Basium: "Yes...?"

She sighed and cracked her fingers. In doing so the flames she had previously extinguished burst into life again, one by one.

Being: "Our precautionary plan needs to be put into action..."

The female nodded softly.

Basium: "I'm presuming he will be easy to find? And i won't have any problem with any Banishers or Protection Spells...?"

Being: "You won't have any problem whatsoever...you're not going."

Basium perked up and looked deep into the shadows were she believe the creatures head was.

Basium: "What?? I need this assignment!! I have children to feed!! They haven't had a decent meal in months...!!"

Being: "And you will feed them, but not with this assignment. I need you here and if anything went wrong then the plan wouldn't be able to continue..."

She backed away and snarled, her breathing now rapid.

Basium: "IF anything did go wrong i would be back in a couple of months anyway!! But i'm telling you, it won't..."

Being: "And i'm telling YOU, you're not going. We need Low Level Demons, not Demons of your high order...Trust me, you and your children will get their fill in due course..."

Swiping at one of the stoney walls she etched her mark into it, causing the claw marks to glow briefly.

Basium: "Fine. Low Level, you say? Lialoks would be good. Quick, efficient, lethal and easy to banish if they get out of hand..."

She realised that she couldn't argue with the being that sat upon its 'throne'. And so just excepted the fact that she wasn't proceeding with the assignment...

Being: "Good. Well then, tell them he's easy to find...just follow the signal..."

(OOC: And the plot seemingly thickens...ooooohh-ooooohh!!)