Harry nodded to the officer and gave Molly's arm a light squeeze as he walked into the building and up to the door. He didn't hesitate he pushed it open and stopped in the doorway. A dark almost sickening black wave hit him and made him stagger from its feel. Like rank oil it permeated the very energy in the room. The evil liquid feel of it sank into his skin and made him extremely glad he hadn't eaten anything for a while. He hadn't even seen the corpses yet, but he knew what he would see wasn't going to be on the surface. Whatever had killed here wasn't good and it was magic. He shivered again tasting bile in his throat as he pushed his mental shields back in place.<br/><br/>He glanced at Molly to check on her, but he didn't have time right now to make sure she was alright. Whatever had done this would do it again and he hated what he'd have to do to be of any help to Murphey. He said simply<span style="color: #008000">"Leave if you need too."</span>he told Molly as he walked in. This was Black Magic and it was everywhere and it had been used to kill. Molly would sense it even worse then he did.<br/><br/>Without another word he stepped into the hotel room that smelled like blood and death and magic and opened his sight. The sight shows you the truth of things and it isn't always pretty. In this case it was horrible. The moment he did he not only felt the black magic but he saw it. Like a thick black fog that coated everything all the way up to the doorway. It didn't leave the room and it swirled away from him as he entered. He looked down at the first body he saw and that's when he saw it. The intricate geometric pattern around the body. A circle contain it all. The body made the star within the circle whatever this ritual was it wasn't anything good. The bonds that held the body were magic and like solid wire tendrils of it borrowing deep into the flesh.<br/><br/>A shiver ran down his spine. This was definitely Thaumaturgy, but to use a human as the subject. It went way beyond bad. This was worse than even he could have thought. Worst it was right here in Chicago. Which meant the White Council would be all over his turf. Hell this was going to get complicated before it got anywhere near better... Harry instantly thought<span style="font-style: italic">I am so screwed</span>and then looked at the corpse itself and felt his blood go cold.<br/><br/>The body didn't look how Murphy had seen only minutes before hell he didn't even look human to Harry's sight. An expression of horror and agony twisted his features into an unearthly scream. His eyes were wide and staring. His mouth open in a scream of agony that would never be heard. Phantom bruises and oozing liquid and blood coated the body dripping slowly to the floor. Being absorbed by the carpet. Sitting on the man's chest was the residue of a huge and ugly demon. It's claws rending into the flesh. Though the demon wasn't there anymore it was evident it had been and it was evident it had been devouring the being sent to its world. The wires that were wrapped around the victim's wrists and ankles wove in and out of the flesh all the way until they reached it's chest where they had sunk into the demon binding it. Harry shuddered and closed his eyes pushing the sight away.<br/><br/>He staggered to the bathroom and barely made it in time to throw up into the sink. Murphy walked in moments later.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Murphy heard the door open from where she'd gone back to the closet behind the washroom. She walked out of the room pulling out her gun and saw that it was Harry. She saw the look on his face and stayed on the far side of the room watching his. She saw his eyes grow wide. Saw him shaking. She watched as he did that thing he did to see more than humans could. He'd tried to explain it to her a few times, but it made no sense at all.<br/><br/>Murphy watched and wondered what he'd seen, it didn't take more than five minutes before he staggered from the room and was sick. She followed him silently. She gently put her hand on his shoulder.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"What can you tell me Harry?"</span>Murphy said in a gentle voice. She didn't want to push him, it was evident he was in some kind of shock as he met her gaze with glassy unfocused eyes. She needed answers and the only way to get them was to push him a little.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Thianna was walking down the street away from her apartment headed towards campus. Her long sun-bleached blond hair fell in a wavy mess around a delicate heart shaped face with large almond colored eyes and a gentle amount of makeup to heightened her sparkling features. Soft and little button nose with full plush lips colored a light rose. She has a curvy figure currently covered by a turtleneck that's just a little too tight with a series of long stone bead necklace wrapped twice around her thin throat. She wore a light spring jacket of red and black leather. Her long legs were covered by a bright pink pencil skirt that flowed around her as her bare feet padded along the sidewalk.<br/><br/>She froze outside the hotel where the police were in clear evidence. She stared up at it the book in her hand forgotten and the bag by her side bulging with the evidence of more books. She stared open mouth at the line of police tape leading into the hotel. What had happened here she wondered.