The Tales of Darkmore

The House Between Realms

The morning after his encounter with the Angel, Lucian had already left the hotel, walking away from the town. The town grew distant as he began to walk towards the small hills. The autumn wind was caught in his trench-coat as he walked through the pale-yellow wheat fields. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and let the flame roar to life. He held the cigarette in his lips, raising the lighter. The flame jumped to the front of the cigarette, igniting the leaves inside. He took step after step, heading towards the pasture a few yards ahead. He pulled some of the smoke into his lungs, letting it whirl in his mouth before exhaling, letting the smoke waltz in the wind.

His boots left the dirt of the field and into the soft grass of the pasture, his eyes scanning for a flatter area. His eyes locked on to a small area near a row of trees, quickening his pace towards it. He briefly looked around and held the cigarette in his open palm.

"Ignire." he softly whisper, his hand bursting into a flame, burning the remains of the cigarette instantly. He flicked his hand away from his body, the flame disappearing. He then reached into a pocket on the inside of his trench-coat, bringing out a small piece of chalk. He began to draw the outside frame of a door, a pure white trail following his movements. As the door was completed it formed, solidifying before his eyes. He put the chalk back in his pocket and pulled out a key. He pushed inside the small keyhole, a loud clunk echoing through the green. He pushed the door open, stepping inside. The door vanished behind him as his boot hit the wooden floor of the house.

Lucian smirked, looking around. The house he stepped into was not dissimilar to a Victorian one, dark woods making up the furniture, with luxurious fabrics over the cushions. He turned his attention as an incorporeal figure began to appear in front of the fireplace. The outline resembled a young adult woman, her form beginning to become tangible. Lucian smiled, bowing his head slightly.

"Lucian Darkmore. What hell have you brought to my door this time..." the young woman sighed.

"Nothing this time Lily... I just need the supplies my grandmother kept here..." Lucian answered, trying to be courteous.

"I assume you mean the ones for fighting mystical and supernatural beings, right?" Lily asked, slightly raising an eyebrow. Lucian nodded and Lily began walking towards one of the rooms. Lucian followed closely, analysing the books on the wall-mounted shelves. They reached a small area with various magical items on display. Lily opened a wooden chest, more items inside.

"Take your pick..." She stood back, letting Lucian scan the items. He picked out a Tantō, pulling it free from its sheath. The blade was onyx-black in colour, with a slight sparkle of orange illuminating the dark colour.

"This is a Demon's knife... Forged in Hell how on earth did she find this?" Lucian asked, his eyes turning to Lily, widened with curiosity.

"Your family's legacy isn't as simple as you think Lucian. Keep that in-mind while you go off challenging gods." Lily vaguely answered, keeping her face expressionless.

"How did you know-" Lucian began but was quickly interrupted.

"That you're basically going against the Gods? I'm a fae Lucian. We know a lot more than you think..." She smiled. Lucian shrugged and continued looking through for any extra magical objects he could use.

Once Lucian was satisfied with what he'd picked out, he attached the tantō to inside of his trousers, placing the rest of the objects in a bag. He stood up, smiling warmly.

"This'll definitely do. I really appreciate your help." he looked towards the door.

"Anything for a Darkmore. Oh, and next time, try and warn me before I get summoned, I was having such a good time with a gnome and a goblin. I wonder how they're doing without me..." Lily began to trail off as Lucian laughed.

"I will do. And good luck with them." He walked towards the door.

"I'm not the one about to piss off countless Gods. You'll need all the luck in the universe..." she admitted. Lucian smirked, opening the door.

"I make my own luck." he stepped outside, shutting the door as it vanished behind him.