37th Uncreation - Consummatum Est
[Despite the damage to the exterior, Lux still stands. But inside it is quiet. Too quiet. The wards were only made to last while the owner remained, and here and there are indications were the walls were breached and the building forcibly entered. The furniture are in disarray, marking where a hasty search team might have come through. Only the grand piano stood unmolested. It still glinted in the half-light coming in from the street as if the lacquered top was polished just this morning. Anyone with an ounce of magical inclination would sense that around the piano are wards that were made to endure. The reason sits on top of the piano.
Actually, there are two reasons.
One is a plain white sheet of paper with only a single line of symbols drawn in a language unknown by anyone who is not several billion years old at least. On top of the note with her name, is a single feather.
The second is an unmarked envelope. Inside it is a miniature key and a note that had three simple words:
Don't screw up.
]
[ooc: For whatever purpose it may serve, Lucifer had left the city for good in the middle of the last plot. I hope that takes care of any loose ends. Thanks for all the great times poly.]
Actually, there are two reasons.
One is a plain white sheet of paper with only a single line of symbols drawn in a language unknown by anyone who is not several billion years old at least. On top of the note with her name, is a single feather.
The second is an unmarked envelope. Inside it is a miniature key and a note that had three simple words:
Don't screw up.
]
[ooc: For whatever purpose it may serve, Lucifer had left the city for good in the middle of the last plot. I hope that takes care of any loose ends. Thanks for all the great times poly.]