Scott’s apartment was small with two rooms and a living area that was also the kitchen. Each room held a bed with no sheets, only blankets, and a single pillow. The walls were gray and barren, on top of that the wallpaper was peeling badly in some places. In the living area were a couch, wood stove, and a table. The wood stove also acted like an oven and stove as far as I could tell but had seen little use. The couch had several holes in it and oh my god there is a dead rat being eaten by a living rat underneath it. To add the room was littered with rum bottles, empty and full. Scott lived here and didn’t even seem to care, he just walked into the room on the far left of the apartment and shut the door.

“This place is a mess.” I yelled to his room.

“Then clean it up.” I heard him say back although muffled through the door.

I grabbed the broom covered in dust by the table and began sweeping, starting with the rats. I shooed the live one away and swept up the dead one. Damn, there's a lot of dust in here. I opened the windows to allow some breathing room before I continued sweeping.

After a good hour of cleaning, I decided to lay on the couch and mess with my new knife. The knife itself didn’t seem very special, although it wouldn’t be legal in London during the time I died.

Due to the magic formula, I could make the knife move anywhere I wanted with my mind.

Kind of like another appendage that was attached to my body with a magic string. I could make it spin like a saw blade just as I made the chess piece do and even make it fly around the room at high speeds as if I was a planet with a knife-shaped satellite. Eventually, I stopped because I accidentally launched it into the wall a few too many times.

I got bored of knife practice so I decided to take a nap on the couch. A few hours later I was awoken by the sound of Scott telling me to get up. “No, fuck you, let me sleep.” I replied groggily.

“What was that? I said get up.” he yelled as he kicked the couch from behind making me fall on the floor with the couch on top of me. Damn this couch is heavy. How in the hell did he even kick it over? “It’s time for your training.” he said as I slowly climbed out from under the couch. He then walked out the door without me only to open it after a few seconds to tell me to get my ass moving. I complied and followed him.

“So, where are we going and what kind of training are we doing?” I asked.

“You ask too many questions. We have to keep a lookout for the changeling that attacked you and we need to check out a rumor that a succubus has been attacking people who refuse to help them with their work.”

“Succubus, as in a demon prostitute is attacking people who won’t sleep with them?”

“They aren’t demons, they are a subclass of the Amazons. They are immortal creatures as long as they feed off the life force of people. They are usually peaceful but when they are desperate they will likely attack people.”

“And if we find this Succubus we have to kill it?”

“Not really. Although they will attack people when desperate, they will not kill people. Thus we don’t need to kill it, just detain it and hand it over to Mama Louise.”

“Who is Mama Louise? Another member of the Agency?”

“No. she runs all of the Succubus brothels in Whitechapel and several all over London. She can get the Succubus stabilized or kill it, it’s up to her.”

“Umm, okay then. Now you said before that you watch over all of London. If you're going to be in Whitechapel for a while then who is watching the rest of London?”

“Good question. I asked the head if he could send someone to watch over it for me. Whether they did or not I have no idea.”

“You're really just going to leave it at that?”

“There’s not really much else I can do. Although the Agency is spread all over the world that doesn’t mean we have infinite resources and people. We are spread thin as it is and we are trained with that in mind, so we make allies with the supernatural any chance we can get.”

“Okay then, if that’s how it is.” I said as we continued on silently.

* * *

We were currently at Mama Louise’s. She was an older-looking woman whose body was quite robust. She wore a purple gown and was smoking a pipe as we sat in her lounge. Not to mention her hair was long white and badly put up. Even if I was into older women she wouldn’t have appealed to me. I thought Succubi could seduce anyone, guess not.

“Mama Louise, we would like to ask you about the rumors of a Succubus that has been attacking people lately. Are they true and if so where can we find this Succubus?” Scott asked with more respect than I’ve ever seen him show to anyone till now.

“Is that what I was woken up for? You Agency people are incredibly rude; and yes, I know who you are referring to.”

“That is great, then if we could know who it is and where to possibly find her, we could detain and return her-”

“I want you to kill her.” Mama Louise interrupted.

“May I ask why? I thought the Succubi protect their own?”

“We do protect our own but she is a traitor. She has killed one of my clients and that is considered punishable by death. It has worked out perfectly that you would arrive before I could kill her myself.”

“Mama Louise, we are here to stop her from attacking humans but we cannot allow ourselves to be caught up within the affairs of the Succubi. She will be captured and brought to you so that you may deal with her. Only if she attacks us will we kill her.”

“That is understandable, considering the pact we Succubi made with the Agency. So be it, she was last seen hiding with the Clergy here in Whitechapel. I will await your return with her dead or alive.” she said waving us off with faint annoyance. I could only watch, I knew nothing of what was going on. That woman knew this and acted like she didn’t even notice me. To match Scott also ignored me and spoke to her like he was at a peace meeting that could go sour at any moment. From the way she acted, it felt like I was sitting in front of a mafia boss who wasn’t pleased with our visit.

Once we were outside Mama Louise’s Scott released a heavy sigh before reaching into his coat pocket, grabbing his flask and chugging half of the contents.

“Ugh, I was too sober for that. I swear she was staring daggers into me the whole time. Glad I talked to her when she was in relatively good spirits.” He said.

“Is she that scary? She just seemed annoyed that we were bothering her.”

“Kid, if you ever get on that woman’s nerves, there is no place on earth that she couldn’t find you; and once she finds you, you will be tortured and killed.” he said with the straightest of faces. I was now terrified and could see why he acted as he did in there. “Anyways let's find this Succubus.”