The Demon Trapping Society

Atticus sat himself down beside her more comfortably, sliding his arms around her waist and asking gently, "What happened, Stasia?"

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"Okay," Nevia whispered quietly as she took another few sips of her drink. Getting to her feet and wandering into the backroom when she needed to make herself another coffee.

"Theon put a geas on me. That means that even though I know who he is, I couldn't say or think anything about him and that pissed the demon off who was determined to find him and thought it was my fucking fault." Anastasia closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose because of the headache she had.

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By the time she would have come back, Adramalech had lost an arm and Theon's entire right side had been horribly burnt, but both were smiling for some strange reason.

Nevia's eyes widened a little bit as she wandered out of the room, grimacing a little bit at Theon's burns and letting out a small sigh. Sitting herself down once again and whispering, "Please don't burn down my shop, I'm attached to it. I spend more time here than my home. How're you're both still smiling like that I don't know, looks painful,"

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He frowned deeply at that and just nodded subtly in response to that, kissing the side of her head gently.

Theon turned to look at her and if she looked closely, she might have noticed by the colour of his eyes that it wasn't quite Theon at the moment.

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"They're such empowered little bitches," Anastasia muttered bitterly.

"Luci?"

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"I'm going to attempt to make my sister stop hanging around with them all again soon, I'm sick of not being able to speak to her about anything without her mentioning one of them."

Theon lifted a hand to press a finger to his lips as if telling her to be quiet.

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"Good luck with that. As if it would work." Anastasia rubbed her forehead absently.

Nevia frowned a little bit but nodded subtly, turning her attention back to her coffee and just stirring it with the spoon to distract herself and in an attempt to cool it down quicker.

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"Nothing'll ever change if I don't try, she's besotted by that Theon one though."

Theon was sat at a cafe along the same street as Nevia's shop. Strangely enough, he was with Anastasia, who was moodily stabbing at a cake with a small fork and grumbling to herself. Theon looked inordinately pleased with himself, as if he'd won a bet and was sipping his coffee - some of the fancy stuff that he stole on a regular basis but this time actually bought.

"So you won't get me any, but you'll sit here and drink some?" Nevia mused as she entered the shop and pulled up a chair between them, pouting a little bit at Theo; "Can I have a sip of the posh drink, please?" A moment later glancing to Anastasia's and musing, "What's wrong with you?"

"I won a bet." Theon grinned, more of a show of teeth than amusement and Anastasia hunched. "But she's too paranoid to accept my peace offering after I was rude enough to her to get shot in the eye." He pushed his drink towards her, more interested in watching Anastasia mutilate her dessert.

"What bet did you win?" She asked with a small grimace

(( If I'm slow, I'm cooking haha ))

"Her parentage." Theon laughed quietly. "And she was less than pleased when I told her that her mother fucked a demon and that's where she got her temper from."

"Ah," Nevia whispered quietly in understanding, musing, "Her mother obviously has the same taste I do." she grinned at him.

Anastasia made a noise of disgust. "I'm not human. By code I should be executed and the body burned to prevent post death possession."

"She isn't taking it well," Theon sounded gleeful. "That even in part she's like me. But I'm curious because hybrids don't normally survive the birth. So your father was a strong one. Probably a commander. I might even know him."

Anastasia squeezed her fork so hard that it started to bend.

"Maybe she's Luci's." Nevia laughed quietly.

"Lucifer was removed from his seat for his distaste of humans, I doubt he would so radically change his views and fall so low as to mate with a mortal human." Theon scoffed. "He has his standards."

"He seems fond of me," She shrugged.

"Probably because he's salivating over your soul." Theon shrugged.

"Like that's the only reason you like me too, mm?" Nevia mumbled, wrinkling her nose a little bit. Frowning.

Theon made a guttural noise in his throat and the couple at the table over flinched almost automatically. Theon muttered, "Luci likes to say you've broken me."

"Mm, so genuinely like me then?" Nevia whispered, "If you do say it, like me for me, say it. Please.... I feel like I've surrounded myself with people who base my value on how clean my soul is compared to who I am,"

"If you think I'm going to say anything then you're sorely mistaken."

"I'm leaving before this gets awkward," Anastasia muttered. "I'm not drunk enough for this shit."

"Sometimes you do," Nevia shrugged a little bit with a deep frown. "That time you thought you killed me you did, loads… I was just testing the water I guess I- Bye Stasia, Atti's refusing the move off of my sofa if you want to see him, he got drunk last night and is hung over."

"Wish I could've joined him," Anastasia muttered.

"Instead you learned your mother was an easy whore."

"If we weren't in public I would use this fork to nail your tongue to the table," Anastasia hissed and then dropped the eating utensil and stalked off.

"She's cute when she's angry," Theon said in a deadpan voice, clearly bored of her now.

"It wasn't happy drinking, our parents died last night.." She called after her with a deep frown before rolling her eyes at Theon, "I remember when you were slightly cheerful, back when you were convincing me to give my soul to you,"