Below the Church being used by the Order, a largely built figure dressed differently from most of the other robe clad figures, being clad in leather like armor approached the figure still by the Podium. He spoke in a deep yet strangely lyrical voice. “Mistress should I deal with that foolish and disrespectful Mortal?” The figure responded by shaking it’s no, her head, she extended her arms, the robe sleeves sliding back, revealing creamy white skin covering elegant arms, she then gracefully reached up and removed the hood that had been obscuring her face. Had her face been revealed in public, everyone present would have gasped in awe and respect. She had elfin features with slightly pointed ears, but her eyes were slitted like a cats and her iris’s sparkled and were specked with the colors of the rainbow, her enchanting face was highlighted by her short spiky hair. “No, leave him for now, we may yet have use of him.” She shed her robe, revealing a slender toned figure, not busty or voluptuous by any means, but still capable of turning heads where she went. She started walking,her long graceful legs carrying her forward swiftly as she spoke “Human greed is a wonderful thing, especially useful for us.”

She paused for a moment to let her companion take up a position behind her right shoulder as she walked. “For now we shall keep our deal with their ‘Bishop’ who seeks to deceive one of the Fae. Later though, should it come to it, we shall deal with him in a befitting manner, and let the humans realize once more that the Fae are not to be trifled with lightly.” She paused as they reached a door deep in the bowels of the system of hallways and rooms beneath the Church. She opened the door first with her companion entering behind her and closing it. As he did so blue runes flashed into life on the door, sealing this room from prying eyes, the Fae woman extended her arms and spun in a circle giggling in delight. Behind her, on her back insect-like wings shimmered into existence, a buzzing sound could be slightly heard as they moved at high speeds while she spun. “Haaah” she sighed for a moment in delight and relief before she continued speaking, her wings still present behind her. “What I am most curious about is this boy, which the foolish clergyman has a grudge against.”

She fell backwards onto the bed behind her, and then continued speaking. “He is intriguing, and curious to say the least, He has much magical power, perhaps even more so than the Queen. Though he doesn’t use it, nor does he use his other inherent abilities.” She paused in her reminiscence before she looked at her companion. “Go back to Mother, would you, and inform her of our progress so far.” After she spoke, he nodded and then shimmered out of being as he left the plane. She sighed again and reclined into the bed once more and luxuriated in the feel of it against her. She spoke aloud to herself. “That boy is interesting; I have never seen such a strong connection to a particular field of magic, or to Death itself. Hah, rather than him being unable to die, it is rather that Death cannot bring itself to claim him. “ She finished speaking and sighed again before she stretched her arms for a moment. “Hmm, he would make a nice Pet, or perhaps a Champion, if the oaf currently with me dies.” As she hummed to herself, picturing what she would do to him in either of those situations, one of her arms travelled downward across her body until coming to rest at its destination.

Back at his college Tristan gave a sigh of relief as he left his final class for the day. He gave a loud yawn, drawing the attention of the surrounding people to him. He walked out from underneath the overhang in the courtyard; his movements were swift, yet seemingly graceful and filled with power. Though many of those that knew of him practically despised him, he was still quite a sight drawing the gaze of many. He walked by many people on his way to the entrance, some were walking, others sitting at the numerous benches dotting the courtyard. He passed by a student confessing clumsily to a tall dark-haired girl clad in red. “-Your attractiveness is to such an extent that the air around you seems to combust at your beauty. You-” The girl held up a hand and responded “So you think I’m hot?” Her bland tone of voice couldn’t hide the amusement in her eyes. Tristan had the urge to face palm as he walked by, and a thought surfaced in his mind. ‘Of course you say that, you tell that, to the only bloody Fire Elemental on Campus.’

While shaking his head Tristan swiftly left the Courtyard, and made his way through the small building that covered the front of the College, enclosing the Courtyard fully. He took a left once he reached the main road, heading to the place serving as his home here. Soon enough he reached downtown and stopped for a moment in front of his destination. He looked up at the brightly lit neon sign of the club, Sphere, it read it lit most of the area, now that the sun had begun to drop, many such signs and lights lit the area around the street. He continued looking at it for a moment before he put his head down and walked forward, bypassing the line as the bouncer let him pass without a word, recognizing him. Tristan took a path most did not even know was there. Soon enough he arrived at an elevator that opened as he took a step in front of it. He stepped into the metal square, as the doors closed the music of the club was muted, and replaced with a softer music that most would call muzak. He waited silently until the elevator gave a dull ding as he arrived, and the doors opened. He took a step out and the elevator closed behind him. The club in front of was a world apart from the club up Above.

Down here it was more like a club that catered to a certain type of entertainment; the scantily clad women in caged highlighted the point. On the stage that many of the male patrons, human or otherwise, were crowded around, held a prime example. The lyrics to the Nickleback song playing in the background described her near perfectly, besides possibly being a bit cheap with her worth ‘I Got to Meet the Hottie With the Million Dollar Body.’ The easiest way to describe the women up on the stage would be a Raven Haired Goddess; she had curves in all the correct places, with nearly no excess flesh except where more than a handful was preferred. She was nearly naked up on the stage, though if she were naked most of the cheering, catcalls and wolf whistles would cease as everyone man or women gawked in awe at her magnificence. Her black hair stood out against her pale skin that glowed with a thin sheen of sweat, evidence of her exertion. She jumped down from the stage as her act ended and the cheering and similar noises reached a crescendo. She was slowly walking away from the stage, with the crowd parting around her, until she saw him, Tristan, her eyes widened and she ran towards him. The crowd behind her eyeing her running form appreciatively.