Who: Lilah Morgan with a cameo by Dawn Summers When: When the spell to banish the ghosts is done. Where: ~Hell~ Dimensions/The Prison Rating: Low? Little bit of bleeding Status: Closed; Narrative
One of the nicer things about her job as it was now was that the passage of time wasn't as important as it used to be. In fact, in some dimensions it was completely different from what she'd been used to, and so it truly didn't matter. All she ever knew for the most part was that she was to be at a certain place at a certain time, and because of who the memo came from, she made damn sure she was there. The contract with Glory had gone pretty simply; it helped that the god had had previous dealings with WH, of course, and the firm had put their best girl on it, Lilah, which hadn't hurt matters, particularly considering their knowledge of her, shall we say, creativity. Thanks to her own fairly regular dealings with good guys, she had a good idea of how things would go:
Whoever was in charge would go to whatever magic-users (likely, witches) were around and implore them to find some spell to re-banish the sudden influx of unwanted spirits. In doing so, there would be some fairly dangerous magics mixing in the ether, primarily those dealing with powers who, like WH, weren't willing to give something without receiving something else in return. The entire universe worked on checks and balances, favors, if you will, and Lilah was in the position to set things up so they would go a specific way, all in the name of the Senior Partners, of course.
Which was why she was currently standing on the edge of the prison yard, holding a small blue rock, eyes narrowed as she watched the Key - not even a real girl, she mused, merely a shell containing power (how droll) walk across towards a sentry tower for, Lilah assumed, her shift at guard duty. It was a simple matter, really, to speak a few demonic words to the stone in her hand and send the power towards its counterpart that lay in the young woman's path, shifting slightly just before she stepped onto it and sending her sprawling to the groun. As expected, Dawn shot out her hands to catch herself on the ground, and a second stone shifted subtly so that its sharp edge would catch her palm, tearing a shallow gash in the middle, directly across what some palm readers would call the girl's life-line. After smiling in satisfaction, Lilah disappeared from view.
Dawn grunted at the cut, cradling her hand as her blood dripped to the ground and she stood with an annoyed sigh. She studied it for a moment, then shook her head and turned to walk back into the prison and head for the medbay to have it bound.
This wasn't the kind of place you wanted an infection to start.