Millicent had an addiction in this world of materialism: coffee. And this addiction left unfilled caused serious issues. Anger.<br/><br/>Jimmy was a fast bugger, and in her groggy state, lack of the warm substance she woke to every morning combined with the spell weaving into her being by Isolde, she was having issues in keeping up.<br/><br/>As a middle aged man bumped into her while she fast behind Jimmy, she grunted out harshly in a shallow breath, and the man, as they turned the corner to the alley, well he messed up. His hand quickly slid across Millicent's rear, offering a squeeze, and a rather unpleasant group of words not meant for delicate ears.<br/><br/>Millicent stopped, turning quickly, and expressed her anger on this vile man. Her right hand swiftly snags the filth's jawline, a step to her right closer to him, and she snarls against his cheek. This emotion seldom seen in the woman, few bring it out in her.<br/><br/>She growls in her vocals, her nose inhaling his nasty scent, someday she will collect his own black soul. Today, she will remind him of this.<br/><br/>"You are nothing more than a waste of air and space in this world, sir. Remember this, and what you have done. May God have mercy on your soul.", she smirks, spitting against his cheek as she quickly pushes her hand outward, smacking the side of the man's head to meet the side of the wooden building. His frame slides downward as he loses his balance, large splinters slipping into his soft fleshy cheek.<br/><br/>That done, Mill turns to the alley, peering in a squint to see Jimmy running dead straight for a shimmering portal. Magick, is not something she invites nor condones.<br/><br/>Her feet push against the cotehardie's hem, chasing the boy down and finally reaching him, her hand gripping his shoulder to pull him to a quick halt. His body rocks back against hers and she leans forward, arms wrapping the boy in a hug. He is afraid, unaware it is she who has scooped him. She immediately calms him by words against his cheek, "shhhh...it's me. Hold still a moment." Her eyes stare at this unearthly portal, seeing Turbertus enter, them finding the Fallen ready to step into the unknown as well.<br/><br/>"Follow them, Jimmy, I am close. Do not let them see you, my hero. Find out all you can, then return to Isolde's as fast as you are able before nightfall."<br/><br/>The boy nods and she kisses his cheek, letting him go. He prepares for his dash into the opening, not noticing the Fallen standing off to the side, and the boy's figure slips away into a place she would rather not be.<br/><br/>She moves towards her equal, he moving to the portal now, she is certain he noticed Jimmy, and she prays he will be safe and unnoticed. Before the Fallen enters, Millicent steps behind him, her cold fingers snagging around his left palm.<br/><br/>She shudders harshly at his aura, the argument of his own inner battle clear within her own mind, and speaks in the dialect given by their Creator. "Don't. I implore you, do not enter that place...you know better."<br/><br/>She realizes this motherly advice sounds absolutely condescending, especially to one as she, and grumbles at her shad hello. She tugs at his hand as if a child to a parent for attention, her face frowning behind him as she tries again. "You know what comes, Fallen. Do not add to the darkness by inviting Magick. We must speak, I cannot..."<br/><br/>She stumbles now, head lowering, ashamed at herself, for she, has never had to speak these words, and it pains her to do so.<br/><br/>"I cannot fight Him alone. I will..." Another stammer, her head reeling as if she were smacked as she had done the human moments ago. In this state, she bluntly finishes her plea, "help me....please."