DC's Path of Ruin: Book I

March 28th, 2015 - Part 3

Day 101 - March 28th, 2015 : Midday - Around 12 PM (9 AM Seattle, Washington)

Victor now stood outside of a back alley, a door to a building on his right. He knew it not to be just any building, but a theater. He could only assume that Zach's dressing room wouldn't be too far from here. He was going to knock on the door but thought about what Billy said. He said to wait 5 minutes before knocking right? The kid was pretty damn smart sometimes, so Vic figured that it wouldn't be too much trouble to take his advice.

He watched his clock on his wrist, and just as the five minutes came, to the second, the door unlocked - four locks in total, and opened with a handsome green eyed, black haired young man who had an air of marijuana scent around him. He had a slight smile on his face and was wearing baggy pants with a tight fit vest. He had almost bumped into Vic, but Zachary stared at Vic and narrowed his eyes for a second.

"Hey..Vic" He said with a slight tap of his dress shoe but his tone was softer than the snapping critiques he had to say to the JL as he was grieving over his cousin's body.

"Hey man..How you doing?" Vic asked placing a hand on Zach's shoulder. Zachary looked at the hand on him and heavily debated if he was offended by the touch, but decided to leave it - feeling body numb and more hungry than disturbed by JL presence here. At least it wasn't Barry who he thought had the biggest wand up his ass.

"Numb, hungry, living." Zachary said without the eloquence of his usual uppity self. Victor half smiled at him.

"Well, at least you're still alive." Vic responded, his hand dropping off to his side. "I know you're probably wondering why the hell I'm here as I am not really here to chat..." He cleared his throat.

"Well, world dying shit's been clearing away my company...wana smoke?" He asked awkwardly as he tugged on the collar of his vest. Ew he was asking for someone to be with him...how low was he these days?

"'Fraid not." Victor spoke simply. "I'm here because we need your help. You're probably the only guy that can do the job right now."

"I'm so glad to be at the bottom of the barrel" Zachary remarked with a little more rising of his nose. "Well, I can't help you till I get some help here. There's a slight demon problem here, in Seattle..." He trailed and coughed again, either hiding something or the weed making him cough. Victor sighed. Demons...it always had to be something evil...Why couldn't it be just helping sell girl scout cookies or something?

"Slight Demon problem?" Zachary looked both ways and leaned against the wall, rubbing his face.

"Started last year..." He began, looking at his nails with a frown. "Really cute girl, pink hair, greenish eyes...well we were - you know? Talking, after a show...said she liked my magic. I'm not surprised, my magic is fantastic. But she was cute so I thought I'd make her a 'special fan'." Zachary heavily air quotated. "I take her back, next thing I know she's casting magic on me and I handed her something I shouldn't have."

"Which was?"

"One of my uncle's scrying orbs. The silky black one. Made of pure obsidian and one of a kind...I think he's rolling in his floating grave right now..." Zachary sighed and shrugged. "She made me cast a spell on it to bind it to her. But she went by such an unbefitting name: Luminous. Demons have swarmed the thing and I cannot reach the orb itself without help...."

"Well, uh, I don't know if I'd be the one for the job..But maybe I know someone who might be able to.." Zachary wrinkled his nose.

"A deal then, peno!" He commanded his key slot-less door and it opened after a few loud clicks. "Let me grab my favorite coat."