The Riddle Of Magic

Chapter 67: Summon (Join) I

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As the Radio Demon closed his eyes and went to sleep, a wave of deja-vu washed over Charlie Morningstar, so strong she thought she might be sick from it. A shudder wracked her body as tears sprang to her eyes, though the blonde demoness quickly brushed them away, in case her partner might sense her distress and she impacted his spell.

The thought of something going wrong with his magic immediately brought her fears surging back stronger than ever, as the memory of all he had suffered for her sake tugged the air from her lungs.

The princess whirled back to their shared desk, black eyes sweeping over her work, looking desperately for something to focus on to distract herself from the blooming anxiety threatening to swallow her. Unfortunately, their workstation was largely clean now due to much of their workload being reduced; and the half-seraph sat heavily in her chair, laying her head against the wood with a soft thud, heaving a long, defeated, sigh as she knew she was bound to wait and worry again.

Charlie drew in a breath; and as she inhaled, she caught the cool scent of Nox Magia, lingering long after Alastor had bound their desks together with his magic. She couldn't see the enchanted stitches any longer - those had long since faded - but the furniture was still joined, the mismatched pieces of furniture brought together to become something new. Her slender fingers drifted over to where the marks had once been, brushing along the distorted wood - light and dark timber, stitched together as if by a needle. The desk had been crafted as a display of the Radio Demon's arcane prowess, on another day she had been doubting her dream; and the Princess of Hell felt a swell of emotion in her chest again, only it was a sweeter sensation this time.

The sorcerer had been looking after her all this time, a steady partner eager to see her strength, and her most ardent supporter. He'd even opened up to her about his magic, trusting her with his most valuable secrets, the same way she trusted him with her heart. It brought a smile to her lips as she thought of how, someday, they would be tied with another magic, not green but gold, weaving a new future for both of them.

It would come from that vibrant, pulsing cloud of color that had followed them for so long, woven from that light, and pulling from both of their essences-

A knock at the office door drew Charlie from her thoughts, and she looked over to the sofa to see if the noise had woken Alastor as well, but he was still fast asleep.

The blonde demoness stood from her chair, grabbing the deer demon's coat and draping the long garment over him as she went to answer their visitor. She opened the door, and saw it was Cherri and Angel. "Hey guys," Charlie greeted. "Everything okay?"

The pair looked at each other, and she saw the spider demon was holding a thin red binder. "Yeah, just got a tinsy little update to go over with ya," Angel Dust replied, pointing to the notes with two of his arms. "Ya got a few?"

The Princess of Hell looked back to the Radio Demon, knowing he likely wouldn't be too pleased being seen in such a vulnerable state, but didn't want to leave, in case something happened and her partner needed her. "Sure, come in. Al's working on a new kind of magic to help with the Hotel, so we should probably be quick," she replied quietly.

"Wish I could do my work in my sleep, damn," Angel smirked as they went past him.

She brought the pair over to the desk, opting for a sort of middle ground of letting the deer demon have his privacy somewhat, but still being able to be close to him.

The princess sat back in her manager's chair, hoping the familiar setting would ease her worries. "What's up?" she asked after the others had taken their seats.