"I don't need drugs when your lips are like poppies. " - Poppies; KNGDAVD
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"He's dead."
Clea says, and she helps the shaking succubus from the ground, bringing her into the Sanctum and placing her gently on the couch before taking a seat beside her.
Ren simply looks up at her in shock. "What do you mean, dead?" Her head spins as she continues to try to get a grip on her new reality. The room continues to spin and her ears ring as a sharp headache overcomes her. The whiplash from being thrown from Hell back to Earth is more overwhelming than she had anticipated.
"Kaecilius, he killed him," Clea says in a mixture of sadness and rage as she looks down at the disoriented woman on her couch. Ren shakes her head and grunts in discomfort as she lifts herself from the sofa without a word and stumbles forward, catching herself on the wall. Clea quickly gets up and moves to assist the succubus, who just waves her off as she slowly makes her way to exit the Sanctum. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find him."
"Not without me, sweetheart," Clea argues, moving back over to the succubus.
"No...you can't go where I'm going...he isn't in Hell, I would have felt him. And call me crazy, but there's a slim chance he's in Heaven...that leaves Limbo...and The Unknown..." Ren sighs in frustration. "You need to stay here. Earth needs its Sorcerer Supreme." The succubus sways in her steps as she moves to the door. Clea is quick to grab her and pull her back, throwing her over her shoulder. "Dude, what in the fuck are you fuckin' doing?" Ren growls but is too disoriented to physically fight back against the sorceress.
"Your condition is hardly stable. Stephen can hold out for a bit; I doubt he'll become more deceased than he currently is," Clea remarks as she gently places the succubus back onto the couch. "You've just emerged from Hell. What you need to rest, feed, and sober up," she adds firmly, prompting a roll of the eyes from Ren.
"Fine, I'll give it the day. Then I'm taking a trip to New Orleans to check in with Illyana." Ren huffs and attempts to relax on the couch beside Clea. Ren sighs heavily and rests her head in her hands. "I should have been here." Ren growls in frustration and the sorceress looks over at her.
"And I as well, but it is beyond our control at this point. Our only recourse is to... bring back the departed," Clea comments with a hint of resignation.
"Yeah...sounds so easy." Ren rolls her eyes and Clea huffs.
"Don't give me attitude, darling."
"Well, the result usually ends in my favor, so I don't see why not," Ren mumbles with a weak smirk on her face and Clea rolls her eyes.
