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The warm summer evening is sweltering, even more so that Luz is wearing her typical red beanie.
She wipes the sweat dripping from her brow into her eyes, easily ignoring the oppressive heat. Luz has been wearing the hat almost everyday for the past seven years to hide her round ears. Being the only known human in the Demon Realm, the other species tend to pick fights with her.
When the eleven year old stumbled through the portal years ago Eda took her under her wing and became her new mother.
Especially since Luz no longer had one.
Eda quickly saw the once innocent look in the girl’s eye drain into anger in a matter of months. Luz was constantly on the bloodied end of a fist because of her ears. Of course Eda did what any inexperienced mother would do and gave the child a hat fished out of a lost and found.
And trained the human how to beat ass, bad girl coven style, duh.
Luz greets her demon brother, King, in front of the bar The Owl House . The now six foot demon is wearing a SnapBack with a crown embroidered on the front with his horns sticking out of the top, and a pair of black cargo pants; he wears a shirt occasionally.
“What’s up snaggle toothed bastard?” Luz lazily grins, extending her hand to do the Boo Boo Buddy secret hand shake.
“Shut it, your face makes onions cry bitch.” King rolls his eyes unamused, “Eda wants to see you, she’s in the office and she’s pissed.”
Luz offers a half hearted shrug and pushes her way through the weekend crowd to the back of the bar. She practically kicks the door labeled ‘employees only’ open,” Sup?”
Eda on the other hand isn’t in the mood for Luz’s attitude, she places the quil down and closes a record book. The elder swivels around in her chair to give the teen her full attention, she is tired of having the same conversation.
“Luz, we talked about this. We have rules in place for this exact reason, do you understand how badly you fucked up?” Eda rubs her temples, she doesn’t like to talk down to Luz, but the teen won’t get it through her head.
“That Emperor Coven bitch was selling on our turf! Someone needs to keep them from moving in on our streets!”
Eda slams her fist on the desk,” That isn’t for you to deal with, we have Bruisers for a reason.”
“I want to fight! I’m tired of being a delivery boy?” Luz shouts, now pounding her fist against the desk.
“And you will, once you fucking use your head! Me and Belos made a treaty, you just blew it.” Eda sighs in defeat and slumps in her chair.
Luz’s eyes were wide with shock, she didn’t know about the treaty,” What? Why would we have anything to do with those fucks?”
“We wanted to take down the Blights once and for all. We would get a 40% cut of the empire and keep out of each other’s business.”
“Fuck. When did this happen?”
“An hour ago, but kiss that shit good bye.” Eda gets out of the large leather chair and strolls over to the wall safe. “Now we have to do damage control, again. So you’re going to do what you do best and move product.”
Eda hands her a backpack with different powders and glass bottles with neon liquid that can make you see the Titan himself. However, there is a new murky brown bottle among the other drugs that Luz isn’t familiar with.
Before Luz can open her mouth, Eda says,” On the bright side me and the boys in the lab developed a new hybrid. Purple lightning is like steroids and basilisk blood mixed together.”
“Oh shit, so you get stronger and you’re wired for hours? But it’s brown, why is it called purple lightning?” Luz stares at the bottle suspiciously.
Eda returns to the desk and pulls a picture from a file,” If you take too much at once it makes your veins look like this.”
The picture is of a male witch strapped to a table thrashing with purple oozing from his eyes. His veins are bulging against his skin in a neon purple color. It really does look like streaks of lightning tattooed against his light skin.
An overdose looks brutal.
Luz takes the bag and adjusts her red beanie, not really wanting to know anymore about the drug than she has to.
“Luz, I know I’m not the best when it comes to being a parent, but I really am trying to teach you. I love you kid, I hate seeing you hurt.”
Luz nods, not knowing what to say, she’s just as emotionally stunted as Eda. The teen gives a silent wave and heads out of the bar, ignoring King sticking his tongue out.
She wanders the street, the route she has memorized for years. If she was honest with herself, there should be a deeply worn trail for how much she ‘delivers’.
The night seems almost too quiet in the low income housing area, Luz scolds herself for not bringing her bat along, she pats her hip to ensure her dagger is still there. The teen always has a deck of glyphs in her pockets, the order she has memorized where each type lay in the deck.
Luz waits in the local park, opting to sit on the bench closest to the swing set for the best view of the park. She learned early on being able to survey her surroundings to reduce the risk of an ambush, but that doesn’t keep the tweakers from trying.
As the moon slowly takes its familiar seat in the black sky, the ‘customers’ come and go with shaking hands. A few disappear into the shadows of the park to consume their product while a handful stand around and talk to Luz.
The conversations aren’t very cerebral, topics ranging from the Grudgby match yesterday to the best places to hook up. Sure Luz is friendly with her customers but not overly attached, because they can show up one day and end up in the cemetery the next.
The last customer of the night surprises Luz, the muscular man is someone she recognizes.
“Hey, what’s up man.” Luz lazily smiles, trying to put the nervous man at ease before the situation can escalate.
“Here’s your snails.” The man tosses a small pouch of coins to the dealer.
Luz nods and pulls the vial of purple lightning out of her jeans and keeps it in her fist. She then raises her hand to give him a fist bump, the athletic man looks at her confused but returns the gesture.
Like magic the bottle is in the palm of his hand, and the man stares at it like a god has just blessed him.
“You’re Seumas hamthrurow, from Brawl Federation.” Luz states with a blank expression, her poker face is put to the test. “Aren’t you under the Blight’s payroll?”
If a fight breaks out, Luz knows she can out run him, but the problem is not letting him get a punch in beforehand.
He pauses, if he were a cat his hair would be on end. “I am, but Eda said this shit will help in my fight next week. The Blights will leave me in a ditch if I lose again.”
Luz briefly considers he might be a snitch for the rich assholes, but his story checks out, the Blights kill for less. “Good luck with that.” She waves him off, she is definitely going straight to Eda with this juicy piece of information.
She hops off the table with the backpack sling around her shoulder, heavy with the payments of snails she just collected. Luz makes her way to the bar, retracing her steps and whistling a song she just made up.
The gang member fearlessly walks beside dilapidated buildings, some are open while others have long closed their doors. Some of the buildings are now home to squatters who have been pushed out of the city by the Blight’s enfluence.
A flash of green catches her eye, as she passes by a building that used to be a home goods store. Luz acts like she didn’t see anything, moves her hands from the straps of the backpack to her pockets. Her fingers gently brush against the glyphs, she finds the section with a jagged groove, just what the situation calls for.
The stranger shoves the dealer into an alley between a condemned church and a whore house. Without hesitation Luz unsheathes the dagger on her hip, now regretting leaving her bat at home.
The attacker is none other than the youngest Blight child, the prodigy. She is a part of the largest criminal empire in the city, that particular shade of green hair warns passersby of her untouchable status.
The two stare at each other, it feels like the calm before a devastating storm. Amity’s eyes keep flickering to Luz’s ears, like she’s trying to find something that’s nowhere to be found.
Well it looks like I might not be able to charm my way out of this one.
The Blight’s hand ignites with a large pink flame larger than her hand, causing the air around the two to cook.
“You’re that Owl lady’s pet human.” Amity’s face scrunches up into a deathly scold.
Luz does the only thing she knows and just hits Amity with the hardest shrug with a shit eating grin.
The pink fire ball hits the wall where Luz was just standing a moment ago. Luz lunges with a dagger in hand at Amity’s throat, but she grabs Luz’s wrist with a death grip and wrenches the dagger out.
The two struggle, trying to get the upper hand on the other, but the witch seems slightly stronger than the human.
Amity executes a quick leg sweep, causing Luz to fall flat on her back and to knock the air out of her lungs. The witch takes advantage of this and jumps on the human, pinning her wrists above her head.
The two stare at each other in the stalemate, Luz can’t pull a glyph from her pocket and Amity doesn’t have enough time to cast a usable spell. Though that doesn’t mean the human doesn’t have a trick up her sleeve.
Luz shifts her hips, trying to get one leg free enough to shove into Amity’s stomach to get more space to move. This however seems to piss the elite witch off and she tries to head butt the human.
“Quit fucking moving!”
“Oh yeah of course princess!” Luz practically spits on Amity’s face.
The witch growls, the vibration can be felt against Luz’s chest. “Get your filthy ass out of the Boiling Isles!” Frustration building from not being able to beat the human below her to a pulp, Amity resorts to fighting dirty. She opens as wide as her jaw allows her, showing off her razor sharp fangs and snaps at the human.
“Yo! Chill bitch!” Luz finally loses her cool and shreks in terror from the teeth coming closer to tearing off the flesh from her face.
Luz defends from her position by quickly turning her head before the talon-like fangs end her life. This seems to piss Amity off even more than before.
Amity let’s out an anger fueled hiss and sinks her teeth in the only spot available for her short frame, Luz’s collar bone.
Luz moans in confused ecstasy.
The two stop and stare at each other, Amity’s mouth still latched on Luz. Taking advantage of the lull in the fight, Luz shoves the witch off of her.
“Fuck, at least buy me dinner first.” Luz groans while holding her neck.
Amity is still silent, her hand over her mouth with a shocked expression frozen on her face. She is still trying to process what just happened and pinpoint the taste in her mouth.
Whatever that taste is, it’s absolutely divine, and she wants more of it regardless of the price.
“Buy you dinner? You fucking moaned you pervert!” Amity exclaims, barely feeling the bits of shirt in her teeth.
Luz raised an eyebrow, “Pervert? Bitch, you’re the one who fucking bit me.”
Amity’s face burns reder than the humans beanie as she leaves in a huff “Stupid human…”
“Little fuck….” Luz holds onto her shoulder, “Ugh I’m so gonna need to jack off later… after I get this looked at” she mumbles, grabbing her things and heading back to The Owl House.
It didn’t take long for the injured human to get back to The Owl House bar, King leaves his post by the doorway and approaches her.
“Damn! I know you’re gonna say that the other guy looks worse but I highly doubt that.” The teen demon smirks at the short human.
King helps Luz into Eda’s office, he can’t resist grabbing a beer on their way over.
Eda’s attention is immediately drawn to Luz, forming the biggest frown she’s ever made. “Wow kid, you really can’t stay out of trouble for more than five minutes can you?”
The grander witch walks over to her desk, digging around for a few healing glyphs, “At this point, you might as well be paying me”
“But you don’t even pay me,” Luz reminds the other.
Eda pauses before slowly looking over, a dead ass look on her face,“I stand by what I said.”
King busts out laughing, nearly spilling his half-filled beer, “Ha! You got in trouble!”
“Alright look, I need someone on warehouse duty. Supplies are running low and I need someone to sort out the stock.” Eda chimes back in.
“I nominate Luz as tribute!” King snickers, earning a glare from the older teen.
“You just need another body to do shit.” Luz comments.
“Did I stutter?” Eda sassily remarks slapping a glyph on the teens forehead.
Luz groans as she storms out of the office down to the basement where she sleeps. As soon as she closes her door, she turns her music all the way up before flopping onto her bed.
“Man… this sucks.” Luz whines as her hand slowly begins to trail down her body, into her pants.
Meanwhile, over on the other side of town, Amity leans on her bathroom counter, slowly picking out bits of shirt from her teeth.
One piece that she pulls out has blood on it, beyond her curiosity, she brings the piece up to her nose and sniffs it.
A soft groan emits from her throat, almost bringing her to her knees, “That’s definitely human but… what the fuck? Why does it smell so good?”
The prodigy’s quiet question is interrupted by a knock on the door, startling her to hide the pieces in a nearby drawer.
The door is quickly kicked down by her older twin siblings “Oh Mittens! We heard you got into another fight.” Em chimes with a smirk.
“Damn girl! You look like you just got your wig snatched!” Ed’s voice squeaks by.
“Usually Ed’s a fucking idiot, but for once? He’s right and that’s saying something.” Em agrees with her male counterpart.
“What the fuck do you two want?” Amity frowns at the annoying appearance of the twins.
“Mom and dad want to know why you were out so late and wanna see you in the study” Em says checking her nails.
“Were you out kissing your girlfriend.” Ed teases with mock kissing faces.
Amity’s face turns red again as she tosses random junk at them “Oh shut up. The only gay one here is you Ed.” she retorts.
“Suuureeee.” the twins say in unison before leaving the embarrassed teen alone.
The youngest Blight takes a deep breath to compose her thoughts, knowing her adventure to Section 3 won’t go over very well with her parents. She looks over the drawer with the delicious shirt scraps, the desire to rub the blood around her face is overwhelming.
Moments later Amity stands tall before her parents, armed with an air of false confidence and an excuse for her disappearance.
“Amity dear, where were you?” Her mother is always quick to pounce, always trying to catch one of her children in a lie.
“I was surveying an area for further expansion of the empire.” The young witch quickly responded, her voice devoid of emotion.
“In the filthy Section 3?” Her mother clasps her hands together, while her father is fast asleep on his feet.
“Of course, the Owl Lady is weaker than Belos. I figured since the area is home to the docks, once we push them out for good we can open another lane for export.” Amity holds her poker face, any sign of faltering at this point can end with disastrous consequences.
Amity can see the gears turning in her mother’s head, trying to calculate what to say next. “I do applaud your tenacity to make plans to acquire new territory, you will definitely make a better replacement than your siblings. Though, next time you leave that cancerous stain of the Isles, take a guard with you.”
“Of course mother.” Amity bows to her parents knowing her mother is too busy to tear her shitty excuse to pieces.
The moment Amity’s head hit the pillow she allowed sleep to take her, with the gentle scent of the human blood wafting from her bathroom.