Realistic or Modern The Witching Hours [Closed]

[Lucyfer]

“My species is human,” Asher said flatly, “not that I'd say they're great. I do prefer animals,” he added with a bit of a smile, “just not a fan of sweeping generalization,” even about the wolves.

They hadn't been cruel to him. They hadn't demanded he join. How much of that was Pia's involvement, he didn't know, but he wanted to think that the werewolves likely weren't all bad. He didn't want to think all witches were, either.

Otherwise, he'd give up.

“You're welcome, though. You don't seem ungrateful,” he wouldn't say what she did seem. Best not to get into that sort of argument right then by stating those details.

“Do you want company longer?”

He likely wouldn't sleep immediately. He should still be at work, so he wasn't dead tired yet. He could stay with her if she wasn't ready to be alone yet.

~***~

“No no no, he's going to kill you, I'm going to turn you. Make him happy and you just die,” Trystan chuckled, “make him upset and I have a new servant,” his grin was all teeth. If the witch wanted to know the options, well, Trystan was happy to remind him.

“And I don't think you're making him very happy,” he tilted his head toward Snack, “revenge for your eye might make sense if you were the big guy, but you're taking orders from someone else who wants Jasleen.”

On the run helped his cause, no doubt.

But why was she wanted?

“So c'mon, what did she do to upset the big man in charge that he's made it so personal, eh? I can start guessing, if you want,” he had atrocious ideas no one would want to think about their boss, “we can spin them as truth if we need to. I've been writing history for centuries.”

 

[awkwardradish]

The werewolf was a bit defensive about his humanity. She supposed she could understand why. He wasn’t born into this, and he hadn’t had hundreds of years to get used to it. Jasleen, on the other hand, had been, and it skewed her world view to the negative.

At his question, she hesitated. She wasn’t sure why. She should have told him no. She wasn’t here to make friends, and after everything with Salem blew over, she intended to go somewhere far, far away and make a new life for herself. It was better not to get attached.

Finally, she shook her head. “No, you can sleep. I should check on Oliver, anyway. He’s had a hell of a day- er, night, I guess.” She blew out a tiny laugh through her nose. “He’s meows a lot when he wants attention anyway, and I wouldn’t want him to piss Pia off with his incessant yelling.” She chuckled fondly to herself.

~***~

Nick once again fought against his cuffs. The prolonged exposure to the iron was beginning to singe his wrists. “I understand how petty it seems on the outside, okay? She disturbed the order of the coven. She refused to marry, to perform the right to strengthen the Elder’s powers. She is disobedient and curious. Curious witches never bode well in the world.”

Emmett narrowed his eyes. Was that really all there was to it? “So… you’re wasting all this manpower to seek petty revenge because your friend, Landon, got turned down?”

“Did I not just tell you that she put my fucking eye out?” Nick snapped. He was in pain, and clearly losing his patience. “Witches like her do not have a place among us. She rejects order. She practiced taboo magic.”

“Ah, there is it.” Emmett patted his head. “Good boy- tell me more about that.”

“Fuck you.” Nick spat in his direction, once more yanking at the cuffs to no avail.

 

[Lucyfer]

It took Jasleen a moment, which Asher considered a good thing. He nodded, “I understand,” he would give her space, “I'll be sure to swing by a bit before we're heading out so you can prepare yourself.”

Two hours seemed fair. He'd just need to check when night fell.

“Take care, alright? And give your cat all the love,” he'd head out on that note, and head towards Pia's office once again.

They still had a few things to discuss, and he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, so he may as well try to learn more about the woman he'd been protecting. He needed to decide if he's continue this after the Salem incident.

He knocked on the door and heard a sigh.

She knew.

“Come in.”

~***~

Trystan groaned in obvious frustration, playing up his loss of patience as he fell back onto the not at all comfortable bed, “Seriously, can I just have him?” He complained. “He won't be able to resist telling if I turn him,” maybe he'd prefer that.

Then he could die a monster. Nick would love that.

Wouldn't make a very good head, though.

“C'mon, spill the beans, maybe it's taboo enough the good hunter will avenge you or whatever,” he lifted a hand as he stayed on his back and gave a dismissive little wave with it, clearly wanting to get on with his.

 

[awkwardradish]

Jasleen glanced back at him as he left. Take care. It was so casual… like they were actually friends or something.

She couldn’t have that.

With a small sigh, she moved back to the room she’d been allowed to occupy for the night.

“Hey Ollie.” She sighed as she sunk down against the door, allowing the cat to crawl into her lap with a small mewl. She stayed like that for a long time before moving to the bed as the sun rose.

~***~

“Oh, that is a fair point. You could turn him and then he’d have to tell us everything.” Emmett tapped his chin in thought.

“No!” Nick said frantically. To die a monster would be the worst fate for a witch. He wouldn’t be able to join his ancestors. “Fuck, I’ll tell you. She’s a spell breaker.”

“Aren’t all witches spell casters and spell breakers?” Emmett raised an eyebrow.

“No. One a spell is bound, usually only the witch who cast it can undo it. Jasleen is an exception. Actually, her whole bloodline is. She can weave intricate spells and undo spells that other bloodlines have performed.” Nick explained. “It’s why the binding isn’t holding.”

“And that’s taboo?” Emmett scrunched his nose.

“Yes. It makes her strong. Powerful. Dangerous.” Nick struggled some more. “Landon was going to reinforce the binding when we brought her back.”

“Ah, Landon. I have a few questions about that little weasel also.” Emmett said casually.

 

[Lucyfer]

“Makes her strong,” Trystan scoffed, “so we just ban people for being better than others, that's fucking rich,” he sat up, “bet it's a Salem thing. Other covens would be drooling for this. And they'd support someone with that power.” Or at least, he assumed so.

He didn't see why it was such an issue.

An individual could be strong but covens were still stronger. They improved each other. This group clearly just had an issue with a witch who didn't want to be involved, so they cast all kinds of labels on her.

“Is that all you wanted, Snack?” he got to his feet, “I'm happy to stick around and play bad cop, but if you're good,” he lifted over shoulder in a shrug, “I wouldn't want to get in your way of getting some head.”

He really couldn't help himself.

 

[awkwardradish]

Emmett rolled his eyes, like he was annoyed by Trystan’s comment, but a smirk spread onto his face.

Nick visibly panicked. “Oh fuck, I am not-“

“Relax.” Emmett made a face. “He means your actual head. You see, I made a promise to deliver it to somebody.” He stood menacingly, and Nick scrambled away on his knees.

“Actually, I almost killed somebody innocent because of you and your coven.” His tone was conversational, like he was recounting a funny tale. “So as a token of apology, I plan to give her your head. Simple enough, right?”

“Fuck you!” Nick yelled again. “You’re gonna be fucking sorry.”

“Probably not.” Emmett shrugged again. “It’ll be worth it anyway.”

“The witch.” Nick was frantic, grasping at straws. “She’ll stab you in the back. She doesn’t work well with people. I can-“

“Who says we’re working with her?” Emmett tilted his head. “Did we say that?” He turned to Trystan.

 

[Lucyfer]

When Nick scrambled back Tristan moved to stand behind him to block his path. It was fun, working with Snack. He had more humor than most hunters. Too many were all about the business, they took no joy in it. Had no fun! It was a shame Snack got caught up in this life. He'd die.

“She does tend to like the heads of her enemies,” Trystan mused, more to himself, as Snack waxed on about the reasons why he was delivering a head.

It'd definitely been a while since he knew of anyone so down bad they were dropping off heads, though.

“I don't even remember her name,” Trystan answered about the witch, “Pia wouldn't want to work with her anyways,” whether or not she was, didn't matter, “she likes to deal with things on her own. Well,” he laughed, “things that matter. Sorry Nicky boy, you didn't really register on her list, you just pissed her off just enough for her to declare open season,” he grinned, “ought to be glad it was us and not the wolves that found you. They like to eat their meat while it's still squirming,” that was a lie, they were actually pretty chill.

But Nick didn't know that.

“They might be getting close though, this motel is near them,” another lie.