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Rubbing his face, Aiden managed a low groan, before his bare feet gently connected with a lacquered, wooden floor. Thirty solid minutes of sleep had managed their way into the boy’s schedule, and not for a lack of trying. He had failed in his mission, and that was guilt which wouldn’t easily fade. Because of him, a Demon was free in Duncaster, and it was his sole duty to find and vanquish this beast. However, just as he had stated for the time-traveler a day before, rushing in blindly would help no one. Sleep was a struggle, and with thirty mere minutes of rest to accompany his five hours on expensive silken sheets, Aiden’s tired eyes spoke volumes. [color=#b18f71][b]”I need a fucking drink..,”[/b][/color] the Angel mumbled, his slender fingers gently rubbing at the boy’s forehead. 

[color=#b18f71][i]”Aiden, the wound in your heart is aching loudly enough for me to hear its every beat,”[/i][/color] came a soft response, as warm hands found home on the Angel’s cheeks. [color=#b18f71][i]”You need to abandon this misery, for it is only a detriment.”[/i][/color]

Dark, obsidian eyes rose to meet their reflection, peering into the endless abyss that was Lumen’s replicated visage. Ironic, how only a night’s difference had turned Aiden’s scenario around, completely. He could still picture the moment where he stood in Violet’s apartment, telling ‘Keith’ to calm himself down, and think logically. Now, here the boy sat, in his own bed, disillusioned, and defeated. [color=#b18f71][b]”She controlled my mind,”[/b][/color] Aiden spoke, the words cracking as he clenched his teeth. [color=#b18f71][b]”She nearly killed us with words, Lumen.., because I wasn’t strong enough.”[/b][/color]

[color=#b18f71][i]”It is foolish to think a Demon any less powerful,”[/i][/color] the Spirit retorted, and truthfully so. That woman, her chilling presence which so easily twisted into soothing warmth, it was enough to cause a fright. She had peered into Aiden’s very soul, where she not only saw his extended life, but also Lumen. There were no secrets to be held from this creature. She knew of his deepest, most secure thoughts at a mere gaze. Could all Demons manage such a feat? Surely not.

[color=#b18f71][b]”We need to find her,”[/b][/color] Aiden sighed, rubbing his face before finally pulling himself away from the bed. 

[color=#b18f71][i]”Finding a Demon of such power will be difficult,”[/i][/color] the Spirit offered, his presence lingering at AIden’s side where the boy slowly padded towards his kitchen. It was a sleek sight, as if an image cropped from a luxurious magazine. Unlike Violet’s home, one could be forgiven for mistaking Aiden’s venue a mere studio, which no one actually called home. This was perhaps elevated when his pale fingers wrapped their way around the fridge handle and pulled it open to reveal rows of energy drinks expertly stacked within. No food to speak of.

[color=#b18f71][b]”Or she’ll just find us..,”[/b][/color] came a sigh as Aiden opened a can of Java Energy, from the one brand he truly enjoyed. Monster. Moving the drink towards his small lips, Aiden sipped its contents followed by exhaling a short breath. A refreshing act which was the best experience he had been granted in the past nine hours.

[color=#b18f71][i]”That is not outside the realms of possibility. Perhaps you should focus on assisting Violet and ‘Keith’, while we maintain vigilance?”[/i][/color] Lumen spoke. Frustration was closely acquainted with the feeling of helplessness, which Aiden could now relate to. He did not know where to look, or where to start. Neither did he know what the Demon’s agenda had been. 

[color=#b18f71][b]”I promised the Time Hobo some weapons. Let's hope he doesn't kill himself with them..,”[/b][/color] Aiden stated, his thoughts traveling elsewhere, if even for a brief moment. Tracking a path back to his bedroom, he reached for his phone, and called Charles.