Back in the real word
in Hawkins industrial.
"For god sake can't any of you do your fucking jobs!?!?!?" Criston questioned as he yelled at his employees who stood in a line up
Similar to soilders waiting for their drill Sargent.
"You're telling me those fucking imbecile attack the police and now they lost both the bastard who's potentially the one who killed my son and the police still have no idea where he is?!"
"Yes sir." And elderly male answer the question his arms folded behind his back.
*Slap!*
A loud slap rang out through the room but nobody moved as Criston smacked the man across the face. "Yeah, dumbass it was a ritorical question." He walked away as he fell into his chair
Snapping his fingers and a woman walked over with a bottle of whiskey and a glass on a tray towards him.
He pours himself a glass and took a massive gulp the bittery beverage. He than looked at his employees with a look of open disgust and mockery across his face.
"Get the hell out of my sight! All of you! He shouted at them to which they obliged, leaving the room in a calm, orderly manner.
"Awww you shouldn't be so mean spirited to
your employees. I mean they are the ones who make you extremely rich." A new voice spoke up but no one aside Criston was inside the room.
Criston took an other swig of the liquor as he spoke. "Why don't you show yourself and have a drink with me." He said rolling his finger along the rim of his glass.
The room went silent for a while as no sound could be heard. Than a green tear opened in the room and a man walked out of it.
He seemed to be a man in his mid 30's with a bald head and a goatee. His eyes seemed as if they were made from gold with a deep crack like green mark along one of his eyes.
The outline of his toned body could be seen with his three-piece black suit with golden accessories such as a necklace and rings.
"Man! You need to relax, okay? I mean the humans are going to find your son beside,if he was dead his soul would have come to me cause of our Little deal." The man said snapping his fingers and a fur covered chair was summoned as he sat and grabbed himself a glass.
"Yeah, but from what those numbskulls told me he was killed by that guy. They even said they couldn't do anything against him. What a pack of useless ungrateful dogs! He bellowed, slaying his fist into the table but the man or thing that resembled a human did bother speaking as he took a sip of his drink.
'Fuck! Human liquor doesn't do anything for me, seven hells I need something to do.... maybe I could target that child in the hospital and collect his soul.' He thought as he looked at the man who had a glare across his face and a small amount of murky goldish energy.
'Haaa.... how did i agree to sponsor this leech, oh yeah! He was able to get me a body that was compatible with me, so I guess I wasn't a bad deal.' He thought at his situation and gave a small unnoticeable laugh at the man.
"Forget it! It doesn't matter if he did or didn't do it I'll still kill that little bastard for what he did to my son and besides I've been threatening all the workplaces to either fire him or reject his job applications." Criston said as he openly admitted to sabotage Lazarus at every turn he could cause Maxwell requested it.
Criston Hawkins wasn't someone you'd call a family man as he didn't care for them. What he cared for was the Hawkins name and all that was associated with it.
So anyone who messes with it will be treated as an enemy. Sadly Lazarus was one if those.
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Astra's manner.
Lazarus and Astra stood outside the manner with both of them dress somewhat formerly as Astra wore her witch attire, with her long starry dress that resembled the night sky with stars across it. Her witch hat sat on her hear with a slight lean to the side.
The knee high boots and gloves sat on her delicate arms. Her beauty was a sight to behold to the point even Laz couldn't deny it.
But wrapped along her arm was a chain which was connected to the ones bound around Felicia's body. Binding her arms, legs, and around her mouth gagging her, preventing her from speaking.
On her back was a magical seal which prevented her from accessing her magic for extra assurance.
Lazarus stood on the side of them, he wore a simple black shirt which hugged his body with black slacks, and shoes. On his wrists were black bands sat comfortably, and Amaris resting alonb his neck.
His mind raced with thoughts on how they with the deal that was happen, as Astra has told him that her sister can be kinda difficult.
Astra noticed his tense stance and decided to help him relaxed. A small wave of pink mana past through him, releasing the tension in his shoulders.
'Thanks Astra.' He said telepathically
'No problem, you looked a little tense so I helped you relax. Besides you look cuter when you calm.'
Lazarus smiled as he than continued to look forward but he that question her about her previous decision.
'Why did you only want me here with you, and you told the rest to stay inside?'
'Well aside the fact my sister can sometimes be judgemental bitch towards things I do. But aside that most witches aren't allowed to bring other is that-.' Before she could finish yhe air shifted around them, and than a magical portal opened up across from them the residual energy from the portal could be felt by everyone.
Lazarus heard Astra voice in his head as she finished her words before. 'It's kinda forbidden to bring others into your realm without a good reason.' Her face didn't shift or change as her eyes stayed on the portal,and than a figure's shape could be seen on the other side of the portal. As the walked through they could see the person in their full glory.
They were a mature women who appeared to be in her mid 30's with an elegant beauty about her. She possessed eyes of a amaranthine blue colors, and soft brown hair that was tied in a low bun with a streak of silver hair that dangled along her face.
She wore a military-styled uniform with the main color being black with green, and gold being the secondary ones. It consisted of gloves, knee-high heel boots and a white fur callered cap that hugged her shoulders. She wore a which hat that matched the uniform to tie the outfit together.
In one of her hands she held the cane, which had a silvers handle with intricate design along it, with jewels inbeded inside them, that seemed offer an other worldly glow as Lazarus could detect an absurd amount of magical energy coming from it.
Her body was well-endowed. She stood confidently, her facial expressions were poised and stern similar to those held in by those in a leader position.
Behind her four-other women what behind her in a formation.
She walked until she was an arms length from Astra. Both stared at each-other with blank expression until both smiled and hugged.
They embraced each other tightly as if they hadn't seen each-other in years.
"Good to see you, big sis Adila."
"You too baby sister." The woman said her voice calm yet filled with emotion.
She looked down and saw Felicia, her eyes held no signs of a noticable emotions but Lazarus could detect the hatred in her as she saw Felicia.