The Two O'clock At Half Past

[kilraven]

The one hundred years of the life of Greenwich Village wasn't long in the life of the earth, but for a nation not yet three centuries old, such a legacy was significant. While it had been years since any starving artist could afford to live in the trendy district, the rebellious bohemian spirit, buoyed along by the aura of the university, had lived

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[sophie_durga]

Sophie stepped into the office with the slightest smirk fading from her face as she observed the multitude of mirrors covering the walls. Comfortable with her own image, the room reminded her of being under a camera's spotlight her reflection reproduced on many screens. She unconsiously smoothed down her PVC pencil skirt as she strode confidently across the room extending her hand. "Mr Kilraven, pleased to meet you."

[kilraven]

"Miss Durga, lovely to meet you in the flesh."

Kilraven's white shirt cast a luminous glow on his visitor as he shook her hand, then gestured for her to sit in one of the rattan chairs on the frontside of the desk.

"Do have a seat, won't you?"

The demon sat himself again, dropping out of one reflected sunbeam only to be struck by another.

[sophie_durga]

Sophie unbuttoned her jacket, shrugging it easily off her shoulders and resting it over the back of the seat.

"Please excuse my dress today. I've dashed here straight from my latest job. They have a rather strict style code." She grinned wickedly settling herself into the seat, revealing a stretch of fishnetted leg.

[kilraven]

Kilraven spread his hands and nodded once.

"Not at all. Your particular style is actually quite common among many who have sat in that chair. It is, for understandable reasons, rather popular among a large number of my prospective clients.

"Now, Miss Durga, what is it that I can do for you? You seem to have survived the interim since our first and last conversation."

[sophie_durga]

As the burning subsided Sophie breathed slowly, cursing her hammering heart. She carefully opened her eyes naturally obeying his command. Swallowing hard she turned to view the mirror behind her. A small gasp caught in her throat as her eyes were drawn to three small red spirals imprinted onto her neck. Instinctivly her hand reached for her throat and she ran her finger lightly over the marks. As her hand covered them her mind registered Kilraven's posture and she turned to face him her eyes focusing on the three fingers he held up before her.

"How," she shook her head turning her to gaze disbelievngly into another mirror, the marks were still there although she noticed they had very slightly begun to fade.

[kilraven]

Kilraven counted off on his fingers three words.

"Heaven. Earth. Humanity."

He smiled, then laced his fingers together, casting a spidery shadow on the desk.

"You, still a daughter of Eve, belong to the last of that great triad. I, a cthonian, do not. At this time, it is not important you try to understand everything regarding what I am. Let it suffice that I am and by the fact that you were born into this world, you are and thus have already paid the price required to sit here with me and discuss what it is you will wish to discuss. As a participant in the Dance of Shiva, you are entitled to private consultation once you reach a certain inner threshold which you reached when you were willing to talk, and listen, based upon a newspaper ad which you would now no longer be able to find in the same paper you read it from."

Kilraven sat back in his chair and continued smoothly without a missing a beat.

"I understand, it is a great deal to swallow. Take your time. Formulate questions if you need to. Would you like that tea after all?"

[sophie_durga]

As he spoke, Sophie's head filled with questions, but what are you, why me, what trick was that, but she dismissed them focusing simply on the one word, cthonian. The word vibrated through her head as she searched her memory for a definition, "of the earth?," "the giant slug?", neither explaination she could recall satisfied her. She watched him intensily her hand gently massaging her throat. Not human, her mind concluded but this came as no shock to her, after the last few days she was ready to believe almost any manner of being existed.

"A juice would be good, if you have any." Her hand fell from her throat and she composed herself, resting her hands lightly in her lap. "So you will listen and advise? No doubt you have your own reasons for this. I am willing to accept, for now, that you believe you can help me reach the understanding I need. Is my understanding correct?"

[kilraven]

Kilraven smiled a little.

The shifting landscape that was human psychology always held surprises. The most apparently kind and open-minded could be suicidally dogmatic when the most important issues were at stake, while a denizen of a subculture traditionally viewed as shadey could be surprisingly ready to give trust upon the most intimate matters.

Then again, the ability to give trust is a paramount issue for a model, especially one of this specialty. mused the demon

[sophie_durga]

At his words Sophie turned slightly, slowly looking over her shoulder, eyes darting the room trying to pinpoint the cause of her discomfort

[sophie_durga]

“The myths of angels are as many and confusing as those of God. A lifetime could be wasted attempting to interpret them all. But I’ve always had time to spare. One of the perks of the job.”

Emphasising the point she drained the rest of the coffee. Languidly
wiping the cream residue from her lips as she reached for another cigarette.

“So what was this choice, the descent to earth? Or the choice to misrepresent himself in order to cause fear and worship amongst humans. For once you see him as an angel, even a fallen one, the tepidity subsides.” She raised her eyebrow, smiling as her fingers absently fiddled with the cigarette.