Nocturnal Demon

A Prelude To A Lesson In History

"Am I interrupting?" Evelyn asks the question again, undeterred.

"Yes..." Morgan sits up from the bed. The annoyed huff of breath is unmistakable. "Could it be any more obvious?"

"Just making sure." Evelyn enters the room anyway; she holds something large enough to fit her hand and forearm. "Raziel and I have matters to attend to."

"We do?" Raziel rises as well, placing himself beside the edge of the bed.

"And this matter can't be moved, oh, I don't know, a bit far back?" Morgan still holds the air of annoyance in her voice, "Preferably tomorrow."

"Your desires will have to wait." Evelyn places the items on Raziel's work desk. They're stacks of books.

Strangely, their placement and colour variety remind Raziel of a cake, with each layer holding a different flavour of information within its clean white texts.

And the cherry red placed perfectly on top of such a cake? A new pair glasses.

"Oh." Morgan sees them too. A trickster's smile sneaks into the corners of her lips.

Oh no... Raziel already knows what she is about to do.

Morgan immediately disappears from near his side, leaving behind sparks of electricity to instantly reach the glasses nearby.

Even with all that speed, Evelyn's reaction to it is still staggering. She already holds the tinted shades within her hand, outreaching her arm high above her head, not allowing the woman shorter than her to steal them for her own fashionable benefit.

"These aren't for you, " she says. Evelyn's arm doesn't budge as Morgan struggles to pull it down with her own strength.

This outcome surprises Raziel. Not just the speed, but the strength as well is unexpected. For someone who expresses such a slender frame, Evelyn's physical strength is impressive.

"C'mon, Evelyn..." Morgan gives her superior a pleading and persuasive expression within their eyes, a last ditch attempt to "borrow" what's not rightfully hers. "I'll give them back... Eventually."

"That look has never worked on me, Morgan." Evelyn reveals a small smile upon her stoic face, "I'm surprised you haven't realized it by now."

"I'm surprised you haven't realized how stubborn I am." Morgan gives in to Evelyn's resistance, finally letting go of her raised arm, but still gazing at the stylish glasses out of her reach. "Father should have told you by now."

"I take the assumption that those are instead meant for me?" Raziel approaches the two bantering women. "Didn't think you would make them so quickly."

"I have my ways." Evelyn hands Raziel his new glasses; not before sidestepping another attempt at a catch from Morgan, with minimal effort. "Are you enjoying the renovated room?"

"It's better than its former self." Raziel takes hold of the black metal frames in his hand. They feel lighter than he had expected. "The cuffs and chains didn't exactly help with sleeping on this floor."

"So, a clear improvement then?"

Raziel nods, "Far and beyond. With no grudges withheld." He still keeps his eyes on the new glasses. Definitely a drastic upgrade.

His last glasses were simple. Someone could easily assume that the frames were meant to assist in eyesight. Best example being the woman standing beside him, still keeping the damaged accessory in front of her face.

But these? These look more like a luxury statement then anything else.

Light reflects off the tinted lenses: they are a dark red. They remind Raziel of blood.