Nighshift 29: M101-M110 Hallway

[manhattan_red]

[from here]"Oh, this is inviting." A dark hallway and doors. It was like some sort of odd nightmare, but it felt too real for that. Brooklyn kept to the wall, not yet quite certain of his ability to balance well on these new feet, though he was adjusting well. The one night he'd spent human before was helping with this at least

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[highlord_ofhell]

The entire dinner shift passed without a re-appearance of his mysterious manic roommate. So Saetan stood and gathered a few things just as the two announcements came over the intercomm. He was just allowing himself a small smile in the dark when he scented something.

A psychic scent. It didn't rub on his back brain as much as it would a younger man, but he knew it. Oh, he knew it. The daughter of his soul. Jaenelle was here.

Immediately he could tell she was frightened but little else. The fear was understandable, but he wasn't used to the psychic threads giving him so little information. It wasn't worth trying to batter his mind against it. Just a moment later, he also felt a surge of the Black. Daemon, and he was furious. Saetan felt torn about which direction to go: his son or his daughter.

The depth of the rage he could feel from Daemon drew him as much as his daughter and queen's terror pulled him toward that murderous edge himself. He had to keep control, because someone had to. He fought with himself only a few moments, because he knew what he had to do. He could guess that the younger warlord prince would head straight for his queen. Straight to Witch. So that is where he would go as well.

Saetan hurriedly took the coat from his closet so he could stuff a few pens and his journal into his pockets, then checked his light for batteries. Then he was out the door into the corridor at a run, temporarily unconcerned about his bad leg.

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