Demons (Damirae)

Chapter Seventy-One

Anyone else STILL angry at ... 'Ian'... the bleached Damian

Rings of gold burrowed in to Adyn's soul as the magician grinned, "So, what's the plan now your Demonicness? Drain the information out of me? Threaten all I hold dear? Strangle me?", light brown eyelashes framed the metallic irises of the prisoner as he taunted, forearms resting on his knees as he sat forwards on his bed.

The bars keeping him immobile flickered every once in a while, shimmering and revealing a magical sheen. Adyn forced composure over his features and leant on the wall opposite the Light creature's cell. The Justice League had a great many cells tucked away in the Hall of Justice perfectly suited to any form of power be that telekinesis or shape shifting, and this one was perfectly suited to contain a magic wielder. Most likely intended for Constantine if he ever found being somewhat-good too boring (not that they'd ever capture a master conman/magician such as him).

"Nothing so diabolical, I want to talk.", Adyn hid the expression that said he'd love to do so much than just talk, allowing only a slight lifting of his pale pink eyebrows. "You are more likely to tell your secrets that way, I wouldn't want to force them out of you."

Aleil (for that was the captive Light magican's name) leaned further forwards, his legs hanging off the bed side, his smile growing, "Yeah, I'd imagine so. That would involve wounding my pretty little face,", for one so 'pure' his grin was wicked, "you certainly wouldn't want that."

"What are you implying?"

The man with hair like stands of light gave a twinkling laugh and a sigh, "Oh, nothing whatsoever..."

Adyn stood, his feet carrying him a step forward, "Is that so?", his crimson eyes dared to taint themselves deeper red. "You are flirting with the enemy here, Aleil."

The Light one too stood, nearing the magically humming bars, his voice many degrees quieter, "What if I don't want you to be the enemy?", he was a few inches away from the bars, mouth twisted in a wry smile as his eyes took in the demon's form. "Or maybe it's more fun this way."

That was no longer magical humming in the air, it was the buzzing of energy between the two, building as they dug the hole deeper. Both had their own agendas, but were united in playing this game.

"Is it now?", Adyn said.

"What a sight."

Their game was slammed to a halt by the chuckling of the half-man, Cyborg, leaning against the doorframe. Instantly, Adyn took a step back, shocked innocence playing on his face whilst his partner in crime rolled his lips to hide the frowning smirk on his face.

"So you know, your sister's upstairs.", Vic informed Adyn, eyes flicking between the two and censors acknowledging their elevated pulses. Ignoring Adyn's exclamation, he continued, "She's with Robin and Superboy and they're speaking to the League now. There was an attack,", Vic looked at the angelic one, "it was your lot, they went after the kids."

Adyn abandoned his place in front of the cell, rushing forwards to the doorway, stopped only by Cyborg's hand on his shoulder, "Listen, Batman's real pissed and Shazam's just shown up. They're making plans about what to do next and anticipating an attack.", Cyborg looked again at the Councilman. "Someone has to keep an eye on him, and the one over in the Batcave."

Understanding that Adyn would be of more use that Cyborg in a conversation about combatting magic, Vic told Adyn that he'd cover for him, sitting opposite the Councilman's cell. In a few moments, he had linked to a camera in the Justice League's main meeting room, opening the comms link also to understand the goings on: Vic would most likely end up fighting soon, might as well know the full plan.
It was a mercy in the least- Batman was about to fall of the edge and loose the plot, that was something no one wanted. Not now.