It’s a hot day and I can tell the door security is failing because there’s a knock at the door. A minion. Earlier than I expected. Strong knock and precise fibonacci pattern that says it’s Aemilia.
I don’t let her in, but she comes in anyway like the door wasn’t locked, looking tall, dark, handsome, and around the room. Just rude. From my chair, I have to crane my neck to see her.
A ight grey suit and deep blue tie that make her black eyes look absolutely cosmic. Her skin, as always a vibrant tudor oak. She looks different from last time. What is… Oh, I see.
“Nice hair cut,” I tell her.
Her voice fills the room with confidence and strength. “Stop meddling with Ruby Virchow.”
I turn off the TV and make a point of setting down the remote, taking my time to let the unbearable fear pass. “Oh, I’m sorry. How impolite of me. Would you like something to drink? Water, sake, maybe milk and honey?”
“I’m not here to play games, Morningstar,” she lets me know, while smoke-like waves flow across her skin, making it shimmer like black gold. her pulsing power.
“Alright, alright! Jesus. Who woke up on the wrong side of the cloud?” I can tell by the darkening glare that I am still pushing my luck. Good. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”
“A victim of your latest scheme that you couldn’t corrupt. I have my orders to deliver justice if you refuse,” she says making my spine rattle.
“Oh, really? Orders to do what, exactly? Is She talking to you again?”
“I do not need to hear Him, His laws speak from my being,” she says with what has to be a smirk. “You have fallen far and forgotten much.”
“So that’s a ‘no’?” From that glare I’m getting too close to a fight. “Really. I have never even met any Ruby Virchow.” Her skin has returned to normal, but she’s still giving me that look. “But I guess she’s my problem now.”
“I’m glad I don’t need to explain things to you any longer. You’re not as human as the others say.” I think she meant that as a compliment. I ain’t flattered.
Without saying anything, she turns and opens the door.
“It’s so nice to have you visit, little sister,” I say just before the door closes. It doesn’t stall her, but I catch her head turn and flaring nostrils, and I swear they are ready to blow smoke.
I wait a few moments in case she tries to deliver “justice” anyway. A flash of light and whiff of incense from the other side of the door tells me she’s gone. It’s only now I let out a held breath and slump against the door.
Now who the hell is Ruby Virchow? And what has gotten so bad that Aemilia comes knocking on my door?