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Circe on the couch flipping through channels on the television. She needed a little time away from the big city, to many toys and Mommy Al needed his alone time for his "special project". Circe begged him to let her play with Aliira, but he said it was something he needed to do himself. Of course when she tried to invite herself, that damned Cleo stopped her.

[Color=pink]"You know, sometimes I think he only keeps her around to watch me. That bitch said I can't go around New York killing all you humans without drawing too much attention to us."[/color] She said laughing sadistically as she turned to the loveseat next to her.

Two young men sat together constricted in what could only be described as living shadows. A quick glance around the room and you would see pictures of the men getting married, going on vacations, among other boring things. Circe stood up and stretched herself, enjoying the delicious sound of joints popping. She walked over to the window and peered out, able to see New York from New Jersey. Just as the young woman began turning around, lightning shot up towards the sky in a dazzling display of intensity.

[Color=pink]"He did it! The bastard actually did it! I didn't think he would actually go through with it, he's been skulking around trying to avoid that baby Zues knockoff for years! I may have slightly underestimated him! Hehehehehe, this is just beautiful! I mean seriously, she is pissed! You can feel the hate from even over here! Oh you mundanes really are missing out on all the good stuff!"[/color] She rambled to her terrified guests.

Circe skipped over to their kitchen and riffled through their food, making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She smooshed some chips and pickles she found in between to go with it. As she took a huge bite she sat back on the couch and pulled out her phone. It was terribly outdated with a large crack on it. She pulled up her text messages and clicked on Lana.

[I][color=pink]Listen, you will never believe what Al just did! Don't fucking call anyone else, I want to tell you the good news! Hurry back, I want to go out on a killing spree with you finally. Let that adorable murderous side out for once! Kiss kiss! Circe.[/color][/i]

She pressed the send button and the message was off to Lana. Circe missed her favorite person in DS, she knew Lana was just as…. Off as Circe was, the poor thing just refused to let that side shine! Al said he sent her off on a secret mission a while ago, but she had to be finished soon right? She was going to miss the best parts of this!

She finished up her sandwich and cleaned her hands off on her jeans. The young woman stood up and looked around. She knew she couldn't draw [i]to much[/i] attention to the magi at the moment. But once the guildlings had all died, she would be allowed to have unrestrained pleasure. She turned her attention back to the terrified couple once more.

[Color=pink]"Well, I think it is time to go now. Guess I will have to ransack the place, else Ty will chastise me again about being careful. I bet you he is shacked up with some Fifth Ave club whore right now just waiting for Al to get back. Just one last thing before I go."[/color] Circe walked over and jumped across the men's laps. The gags keeping them quiet faded away. They began to cry out about letting them go and Circe savored the moment. A knife made of solidified shadows slid into her hand as she leaned down and kissed one of the men.

The little dagger plunged into the man's chest piercing his heart. She held the kiss as he slowly faded from life, sucking in his last breath. She leaned back from his lips savoring the moment and looked to the dead guys husband.

[Color=Pink]"Your turn."[/color] She said as she leaned in for a kiss.

[I]Some time later.[/i]

Circe arrived back in the Big Apple, she could hear what few people found out in the middle of the night talking about the freak odd behaving thunderstorm that had transpired merely an hour ago. The shadow witch giggled with delight at the thought of the stoic dependable Aliira no longer among the living.

She arrived at headquarters and skipped her way inside, the place was dead quiet. Circe made her way to her room, she never had money to afford her own place, something about being unable to integrate into proper society. Or some bullshit a psychiatrist said once when she was younger. She checked her phone one last time, annoyed that Lana was ignoring her as usual. She then proceeded to pull out a picture of the married couple and pin it to her wall with all the others she had collected.