Sorcha's Secret World, Part one.

Chapter 28, God of Mischief.

The sun had risen by the time we arrived in London. Loki had driven us to the nearest Agartha entrance where we abandoned the stolen car and stepped through.

"The organisations are still on the hunt for you after your escape," I warned Loki. Loki just grinned as his eyes glowed green.

"They won't notice us until I want them to. Trust me."

He was right. It wasn't as if we were invisible exactly, people just didn't seem to notice us. Their eyes didn't see through us, but they looked right past us. It was an eerie sensation.

And now we were in Ealdwic, making our way to Temple Hall.

"Loki, what's the plan?" I asked.

"Plan? Oh, my dear girl, there is no plan." Loki smiled mischievously.

"Let's sow a little chaos, shall we?"

Oh, dear. I don't really like not knowing what is about to happen next, chaos has a bad habit of spinning out of control in my opinion. I like plans, plans we can stick to.

But in my experience, sometimes you just got to let Loki be Loki.

"Come on, this will be fun!" Loki grinned, pulling me along to the square in front of Temple Hall.

The guards didn't seem to notice us either, as we stood right in the courtyard. Loki's eyes still glowed green and the gem in his hand was glowing.

It got darker and darker in the courtyard. The guards, there were about half a dozen of them, looked up but there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Music started to play, without a discernable source. I recognised 'O Fortuna' from Orff's 'Carmina Burana'.

"Are you doing this?" I whispered. The wind had begun to pick up. Loki's hair was streaming out behind him as he laughed deviously.

"Just a little auditory illusion, darling!"

More guards came pouring out of Temple Hall, looking at the sky and trying to determine the source of the music.

"Can you make it rain blood?" Loki asked me, "It would really add to the chaos right now!"

I had never tried that before. I mainly used my blood magic for healing, I preferred elemental magic in battle.

"I don't want to hurt them," I warned Loki.

"I know you don't, so we will just scare them a bit. Put the fear of God in them. The fear of a god, anyway," he grinned.

I thought for a moment, and let my blood form a globe hovering above my hand. I gathered more anima and blood began to rain from the skies, a few drops first, then more and more.

Thick drops of blood landed on the guards, smearing their uniforms.

Thick drops of blood landed on the ground, where they turned into frogs and locusts that hopped away or bloomed into little flowers that grew in between the cracks of the pavement.

Loki's brow was furrowed in concentration as he cast his illusions to match my rain of blood, his arms raised wide.

"Black or green?" he asked.

"What? I can't do this long Loki, that's my blood raining down there!"

"Black or green?" he repeated.

"Eh, black," I answered at random since I had no idea what he was talking about. More Templars had poured out of Temple Hall, milling around, trying to find the source of what seemed to be biblical plagues come to life.