Alexander simply watched the conversation unfold between the two attractive women. A small, mysterious grin formed on his lush lips as he took note of their familiarity. This sounded good. Another target to add to the list. And then, the phone call came. Obviously yet another good contact. Unfortunately, there were no names or anything mentioned, but with his demon background and knowing her magical roots, it was easy to understand the hidden conversation going on.<br/><br/>Bingo.<br/><br/>When she finally finished the phone call and turned back towards her two companions, Alex simply smiled, taking her hand, rising it and kissing her fingers lightly, as a courting gentleman would.<br/><br/><strong>“My name is Alexander March, miss James.”</strong><br/><br/>He gave a short nod to the Cassie and offered her his most charming smile as well. He had chosen this body excellently, and used its attractiveness to the fullest. Age had taught him women were just as susceptible as men to charms and good looks.<br/><br/>Casually, he glanced at his watch with a sudden look of realization.<br/><br/><strong>“I am sorry, miss James, but I think it is best if I meet you at your shop in just shy of an hour. I have a few errands to run before I can join you, as well as my own transportation. I will see you there.”</strong><br/><br/>He finally released her hand, having it left to linger in his nimble, strong fingers, before he gave a short almost bow to both, accompanied by,<strong>“It was my pleasure to meet you both.”</strong><br/><br/>He left, walking away and taking a shortcut through an alley. But instead of going to a car, Alexander slowly shifted into a black shade… a swirling of blackness occurred, before the black shade disappeared into the shadows filling the alleyway.<br/><br/>Deep within the bowels of the underworld, closest to the gateway to Douglasville, a black, inhuman figure appeared. Still humanoid in form, the black figure opened his golden glowing eyes and as he did, indescribable golden patterns appeared to light up on his body. Sharp horns protruded from his shoulders and his hair was longer, past his ears and whipping around wildly in an unseen wind. A sharp whip like weapon was wrapped around him, sharp metal blades attached every inch.<br/><br/>This figure was known as Sha’Kos, one of the oldest demons currently alive and one of the Source’s most trusted lieutenants. The dark demon, powerful and feared, turned to his altar, in the middle of his inner sanctum in the underworld. With a wave of his hand, he summoned three of his underlings. The shimmering shades, clawed, but without an actual form or appearance, swirled into existence. These were three of his Daevas, used as his personal all-purpose soldiers and assassins.<br/><br/>A gravelly voice cut through the dark lair brimming with hellfire.<br/><br/><strong>“It is time for a new attack on the sisters. Each of you three will attack the son, the daughter and the wife of vicar Townsend. Kill them brutally and feat on their hearts. Then gather in the shadows of the vicar’s house. Once the deaths are known, at least one of the sisters will go there. Attack her or them together. Kill them. If you fail and return, I will punish you for eternity. If they seem too strong… only want to see one of you back here with a full report… Now go and do not fail.”</strong><br/><br/>With a smirk of satisfaction, appearing almost monstrous on his dark features, Sha’Kos watched his Daevas shimmer away, lusting for the hearts of their targets. A few moments later, He swirled into a cloud of shadows that each fled into a different direction, all disappearing into one of the many flickering shadows of his lair.<br/><br/>Moments later, Alexander March shimmered into existence in an alley near the Chic Boutique where Chloe James worked. Casually, he strode into the shop. Addressing the nearest sales lady, he smiled and asked,<strong>“I am here to see miss James. She has asked me for her project.”</strong><br/><br/>As he waited for the witch to appeared, his dark eyes glittered in delight. The trap had been set, and with luck, at least one of the witches would be dead by tonight… or he would simply have the enjoyment of seeing them fight for their lives, possibly getting hurt. After all, he would be there again, watching. Maybe, he would even let them see him, for they still didn’t know what Sha’Kos looked like… only that many of the demons attacking them had been sent by him.<br/>