Felicitas
The slender middel aged woman paced up and down on the vast balkony haning boldly over a
cliff.The balcony belonged to a big mountain house, obviously expensive, yet stylish and not
overly pompous. The house, as well as the balcony and especially the view from it
where absolutely gorgeous.
Felicitas however did not pay much attention to her surroundings. Her bare feet felt good against
the cool stone, but it was not enough to calm her down. fidgeting with her almost empty wine
glass, she glanced at the clock hanging in the living room, easily visible from where she was
standing.
This would not be an easy conversation. Not at all. but she needed tp speak to her brother.
Things...things went too far. sure it was a good idea at the moment, and yes he had the
book and was smart enough to know that what he did was dangerous. He was as...careful as one
could be with such a plan. at the very least she hoped so, and if they would succeed...
a small smile flickered over her lips, stained slightly with the red wine. It was gone as quickly
as it came though. Yes, the idea had its charm. Yet she had these visions, horrible, unsetteling
visions, and they came more and more frequently. the Demon knew when to listen to her visions.
her previous ignorance towards them had cost her dearly. She would not make these mistakes
again.
She felt someone watching her. straightening her back, and without turning away from the mountain view, she softly spoke : "Good evening, Neth."
The man leaning behind her in the door of the balcony smiled.
