The Owl House: Owls See All

Twin Investigations

Marco sitsc in an office in his apartment, the old grandfather clock above the door across from his brown wooden desk ticking away. Every second he fears, is another second closer to the next murder. Another second stuck looking at the evidence. Another second that the killer is free to kill again.

"I don't get this magic," Marco sighs looking at photos of the body, "and it's the same woman who had her kid nabbed by some unseen kidnapper. It looks like dark Mewmen magic but there's also signs of magic that isn't like that from Mewni. Hmmm..."

That's when it clicks for Marco, he knows exactly who can help him. He takes out a pair of black scissors with a fancy handle, and slices at the air. A blue portal opens.

For those unaware, these scissors are not just any old paper cutting utensils, but magical scissors created to hop across dimensions, by an old friend of his.

An old friend Marco goes to visit to get information on this new magic.

Meanwhile Lilith examines the crime scene back in the Boiling Isles. It's a gruesome scene, blood splattered on the walls and floor, signs of a struggle. One would think a tornado came through the ravaged living room.

"Bringer of God's light," a guard explains saluting her, "we've examined the wound and we have reason to suspect that while this is an imitation of Bump's crimes, this is not the work of a copy cat killer."

"Go on," Lilith orders.

"The victim appears to have their wound specifically healed after the bile bag was removed. We can at least confirm that the sinner has access to healing magic."

"I don't get it," Lilith sighs, "who would rip bile bags out of people but go out of their way to heal them?"

Lilith looks at the crime scene and mutters to herself, "what does this criminal hunger for?..."

Meanwhile Marco entered a massive tower in a far away realm. He's greeted by a group of what can only be called demigods, playing cards in a room on the top floor. The air in the room is welcoming and laid back. Like when one enters the home of an old friend that feels as much like home as their own.

The first, a fiery woman in an orange dreess greets Marco with a kind smile, "yo! Diaz! Come play a few hands!"

The woman has white skin. In the most literal sense, the color or candle wax. She lords over the travel between dimensions, and is a close friend of Marco's, with a flame over her head between her yellow horns.

Next is Lekmet, a humanoid goat with white fur in a humble brown cloak. A humble, wise man whom only Rhombulus understands with immensely powerful healing magic.

Next was Rhombulus, whom fought the Traveler when he learned judge style. A being with two snake arms, a brown cloak, and a blue cystal body.

Finally, the dealer of the game of Blackjack, a small man with blue skin, a yellow cloak, and a long head. The size of one's palm, and a demigod that while stronger than anyone Marco has met, is, like any demigod, techinally defeatable. Glossaryck.

"I'm here on official business but I can play a hand or two," Marco explains placing fifty dollars in the pot, the bets of the game as Glossaryck deals cards.

"So what brings you here?" Rhombulus inquires, one of his arms in a cast.

"What happened to you?" Marco inquires.

"One thing at a time Diaz," Glossaryck retorts.

"Someone on Earth was killed," Marco explains handing a photo of the body around, "and it wasn't Mewmen magic. Any idea what this was?"

"Witches," Glossaryck replies, "that or Gems."

"What?" Marco inquires, confused.

"Oh like that one punk," Rhombulus growls, "who broke my arm."

"Oh you mean Gems?" Marco inquires, "like the series of incidents on the east coast?"

Lekmet bleats and nods.

"Can someone get me up to speed on Gems?" Hekapoo requests.

"OK," Marco explains, hitting only to bust in Blackjack as he speaks, "so basically this kid, Steven Universe was born of a demigod not unlike you guys named Pink Diamond and raised by Gems who came from space looking for Pink Diamond. Eventually after a series of incidents Steven fought and defeated White Diamond. Nowadays Gems are all around on Earth, but given how they're basically crystallized magic in a way, it's not uncommon for people to shatter them and sell the shards as weapons or jewelry. I investigated one such gang once but... when I arrived they were all dead. Never knew who killed them but it was Mewmen dark magic clearly. So what's this about witches?"

Glossaryck explains, "across the ocean from Mewni is the Boiling Isles, a land full of witches. While Mewmen magic is drawn externally from the pool of the magic dimension into one's self, witch magic is drawn internally from one's own energy with runes and staffs. It's outside my rule and I can't control it myself. If you've got a witch on your hands this powerful, you're in trouble, but while you're here can you keep an eye out for a man with a black Gem in his back? He attacked us a while ago and left for the Boiling Isles with copies of spells from the spellbook. He is incredibly dangerous with Gem powers that if honed could be on par with Steven's from what I've seen of what these hybrids can do."

"I will," Marco replies, "so he's half Gem? Interesting. Well I better go."

"Tell Comet we said hi!" Rhombulus exclaims.

Marco smiles and opens a portal as he replies, "will do. See you guys." He then leaves with a smile.

The Traveler sits in a tree in the forests of the Boiling Isles, singing under his breath to comfort himself a little song he made up to express his hatred and his ambition. The song is a moderately paced song, holding anger, but also love for the world, which balance each other out.

"I have seen the light of false Gods.
I have seen the dark of the abyss.
Both failed so I'll,
Take matters into my own hands.

I'll become strong.
And become stronger.
I'll ascend,
To what I must..."

With that he dozes off to sleep, ready to do whatever it takes to fulfill his unknown goals...