The Shadow on the River. Social ( Daemon and Enola)

River Village a bountiful town resting above the gaping maw of a raging river. Mages born into this village usually are proficient in water based magic but that is besides the point at tis current time. The camera quickly zooms into the village proper and focuses on a young male with short turquoise hair and golden eyes laying back peacefully atop a roof near the center of the village with a rather tired expression on his face. The young man was Daemon Spade one of the last living lunar mages and the oldest of three children to his father a once powerful run knight . Daemon was staring at the full moon shining brightly in the night sky with a small smile on his face. "I wonder what tonight will bring?" He asked himself as he stretched a little as he took out a small locket he was wearing around his neck; inside said locket was two picture one of his parents and the other of his siblings and him smiling together. Daemon yawned a little and rolled over a bit as his foot dangled over the edge of the roof .

“I can’t wait to see the magic trick!”

“Magic trick? Oh, yeah… it’ll be great.” The fisherman chuckled as he led Enola through River Village. She'd met the middle-aged man as she was passing through the area several minutes earlier. He had, evidently, promised to show the naïve Enola a magic trick in private, an offer she couldn't decline. Most mages wouldn’t have been so mesmerized by the proposition to see a magic trick, but Enola was easily entertained.

“This way.” He took behind one of the isolated – and few – buildings in the village. He motioned the woman to back up against the wall of the building before asking, “Alright, ready for the magic trick?”

Beaming with excitement, Enola nodded and clasped her hands together to signal her readiness.

The man pulled an object from his coat, an object that remained unidentifiable until the passing moonlight shined on it – it was a knife! The knife didn’t seem to deter Enola’s joy though:

“Oh! A knife trick!”

The guy laughed at her ignorant bliss, “Yeah, the trick is you’re going to give me all your money.”

She blinked, still clearly oblivious to fact she was being mugged. She crossed her arms with a curious look upon her face and sheepishly asked, “Okay, but you’re going to give my money back, right?”

The fisherman scratched his head, unsure as to whether or not she was being cynical with him.

Daemon's ears twitched a little when he heard a radiant voice sound blissfully innocent with the subtle tone of cynical strength hidden away within her singsong tone. Daemon rolled over with his body nearing the edge of the roof he was laying on to look at the scene in front of him. A maid... it had been nearly two decades since Daemon last saw anyone close to resembling a maid. Daemon's eyes sharpened as he noticed a glint in the alleyway. Daemon's years of combat experience let him know that some had just pulled out a knife. Feeling more "generous" during a full moon Daemon rolled off of the roof and landed skillfully on his feet.

A few minutes passed as Daemon followed the scent  to the Maid and mugger still in the same place as they were. Oi Oi isn't it bad character to try and rob such a regal woman at such a late hour." Daemon said as he showed left arm which instead of a normal arm was actually an onyx black auto-mail arm with a clawed hand. In his right hand however was the handle of an onyx and amethyst blade.

The fisherman gave a redirected his attention toward the newcomer, giving him a ragged look in the process. He held his knife up toward the man and mockingly retorted, “Isn’t it bad character if you get in my way?”

Enola might have gasped at the realization she was being mugged had she not received such a generous compliment. He called me regal! Being a servant for much of her life, she was not accustomed to such pleasantries; in fact, her face turned almost red from the unexpected courtesy.

The moonlight made another pass, this time revealing the newcomer’s impressive left arm – which clearly wasn’t made of flesh – as well as large, vicious blade. He, obviously, had seen serious combat on more than one occasion. The fisherman, apparently, was intimidated enough that he had to step back in surprise as he stuttered, “Why don’t you just leave and save yourself the trouble of getting cut.” Enola simply stood back against the wall, fearing she’d just get herself sliced if she came between the two. After all, the man with the metallic arm looked as if he could rip apart a man with minimal effort.

With two fluid motions Daemon rushed at the man and swatted the fisherman's hand with the blunt side of his katana sending the knife into the air  then while the man was rubbing his hand Daemon slammed his auto-mail arm into the mans jaw in an upward motion sending the poor sap into the air before he fell onto the  ground with the knife embedding itself just below the fisherman's groin.  Daemon stood over the fisherman before looking at the maid standing against the wall with a faint tint of red of her cheeks.  Daemon sheathed his katana and walked over to her yet making sure to keep the fisherman in his line of sight. He held up his right arm and gave the maid a slight smile. Good evening Milady my name is Daemon what brings such a beautiful maiden to this little slice of "paradise" " Daemon noticed how her neck had a burn mark that seemed to disappear along her right arm and right breast. From this simple observation Daemon could tell that this maid had seen rough times to him however it only made her seem even more beautiful then he first thought.

Before she could blink, the man – who referred to himself as Daemon – subdued the fisherman in two quick motions that flowed beautifully together, as if fighting were an art form to him. The blows against the fisherman were so well put together, in fact, that Enola could not help but wonder if Daemon was a military man.

The fisherman, in quite a bit of pain, was not so impressed by the short fight as much as he was terrified. He raised his head up with a groan, took a look down at the knife between his own legs, and lowered his head back in temporary submission.

When Daemon laid out his introduction, Enola couldn’t help but to let out an embarrassed chuckle at the word “beautiful,” which just seemed to make her grow redder until she was outright blushing.

“Me? Well, I…” She stopped when she noticed his dazzling gold eyes, exacerbating her embarrassment and causing her to dash her eyes in another direction. “I’ve been low on supplies lately, and I heard this village has a few specialty shops, and then this man said he’d show me a magic trick…” Her hand covered her mouth when she realized she was just rambling. She then, after a brief pause, lowered her hand and continued, “Oh! I’m being rude! My name is Enola. Enola Gay.” She looked back into his jewel-esque eyes like a small kitten would look into the eyes of a shark.

The fisherman was trying to crawl away, albeit slowly and innocuously as he could.

"A-and thank you for saving me, Daemon." She stood like statue, though with a nervous grin.

Daemon blushed a little, he rarely received compliments for his deeds most of the time he was hunted out of towns like a wild beast. Also this maiden now known as Enola's smile was causing his heart to beat rapidly. With a smirk underneath a faint tint of red  Daemon scratched the back of his head. "It was no trouble at all Milady. " He said nervously as he looked into her deep hazel eyes as he felt himself begin to lose himself within them. I....um...I would be willing to serve as you guide if you wished He said before quickly looking up at the full moon with a heavy blush on his face hoping that she would say yes.

The fisherman got over the fear of nearly having his groin impaled and slowly crawled away leaving the two alone in peace this peace was short lived when another man came across the alley and misread the situation and believed that Daemon was attempting to seduce Enola the man believed that he was being sneaky while to two were gazing into each other's eyes and slowly pulled the knife out of the dirt and slowly attempted to sneak up behind Daemon to stab him believing that the knife actually belonged to Enola .

The moon’s white rays collided with the red of Daemon’s face, a vulnerability Enola found to be adorable, if not outright cute. And that scar on his face! It gave him the distinguished appearance of a charming rogue to whom nothing was off limits. The scar was almost nostalgic, in fact, as it reminded her of her old bandit buddies who always carried scars with them. When he offered to be her guide, she became fully smitten with the young man and thought to herself, “He’s a warrior and a gentleman!” Indeed, he was the pinnacle of what any sane person dreamt to meet.

Trying to hide her excitement and keep her cool, she gulped, “Yes, that would be wonderful.”

A steady movement behind Daemon caught her attention – it was another man with a knife! By the time she spotted him, he already had the knife raised and was preparing to swing.

“Look out!”

With no ounce of her desiring to see her new companion harmed, she rushed past Daemon. Time seemed to slow down for her, her breathing matching her motion, she caught the man by the wrist as the knife came down. Evidently, she was rusty in hand-to-hand combat: though she had caught the man’s wrist in time, the knife sliced a small part of her hand. Blood trickled down her arm whilst Enola winced in pain, shaking to hold the man's hand in place.

The man was clearly surprised to see Enola help Daemon, believing her to be a victim. Regardless, the man was too embarrassed to say so and continued to try and push the knife downward.

Copper. The scent and taste of blood was rich coppery taste and the was very scent that was filling Daemon's nostrils. Daemon quickly spun around causing the blade of the dagger to slice through the back of his t-shirt then gave the man a "friendly jab" in the stomach with his right sending him into the stone wall of the building across from them. After the man was "subdued" Daemon sighed as he channeled cosmic energy into his right hand and looked at Enola's hand then into her eyes. Hold still." He said in a calming voice as he quickly removed the knife and threw it across the alleyway and embedding it into a wooden post. Daemon then placed his glowing hand onto Enola's wound and pushed the energy within his palm into the wound. Said energy healed the cut instantly and all but vanished as soon as the wound closed. There you go. Daemon smiled gently and  kissed the once wounded hand .

Like Enola’s white knight, Daemon wrestled the attacker away. Though, wrestle might be an overstatement, considering he handled the man with complete ease and practically threw him into a wall with just a punch – just when Enola thought she couldn’t be any more impressed with her new friend.

A spectacle occurred: Daemon’s hand was glowing! She gasped at the unmistakable sight of magic, realizing the man to be a wizard. Daemon took her hand before she could utter a word, an action that froze Enola in time. Truly, it was a moment she didn’t want to see end. Seconds went by and the stinging sensation in her hand passed until the pain had completely disappeared, apparently healed by the glow of Daemon’s own hand. As a crescendo to the entire scenario, Daemon topped it off by placing his lips upon her healed hand and pecked the spot where her wound once sat. Enola gave a dumb look, entirely caught off by the much-welcomed gesture. She dared not pull her hand away until the pseudo-kiss had ended; and when it did, she slowly pulled her hand back to her side in a joyful tremble – whatever social barriers Enola carried with her, they had completely melted away.

“I-I don’t know how to thank you enough!” Her eyes dash back and forth until she noticed the piece of cloth several feet away, indicating Daemon had been cut at some point. “Oh my! Your shirt!” Her mesmerized eyes became replaced by panic, feeling somewhat responsible for the minor damage. “Please, let me do something in return! Does this village have a clothing shop or maybe a sewing shop?” Her tone was quick paced, irrationally worried Daemon might be upset about the ripped shirt despite no sign of agitation.

Daemon smiled and placed a finger to Enola's lips. "Don't worry your beautiful purple haired head about it milady , in truth it was actually rather warm out here to be fairly honest." He retracted his finger and removed the tattered remains of his shirt. While Daemon did in fact like the shirt he had never been one for holding such high value in specific clothes plus due to his naturally high body temperature he only wore shirts to appease the masses. Daemon's bare chest was toned yet not too excessively buff. With a sigh Daemon turned and walked over to the front of the alleyway giving Enola a good look at his scared back and reached into a satchel he carries with him that what knocked down out of the fray and proceeded to pull out another simple and thin black t-shirt and put it on. With a smile Daemon turned around and walked back over to Enola. "Sorry about milady shall we get going ?"

Enola Gay’s eyes swerved to the finger on her lips. She stood perfectly still, frozen like a brass statue and praying on the inside that her infatuation wouldn’t cause her to drool on his finger. She might not have moved her pupils (even after he removed his finger) if it weren’t for Daemon removing his torn shirt right in front of her.  Though she would have normally disapproved of a man unclothing himself right in front of her, Enola couldn’t help but make a special exception for this young man. In fact, a metaphorical slot machine was running in her head – it said “JACKPOT.”  She stood transfixed on him, taking the whole sight in and mentally savoring it. The sight of his scar only gave him a more distinguished appearance, one of a warrior wounded in combat.

When he returned to her, Enola was still caught in her emotional illusion of him. “Go where…Oh! Right! Yes, let’s get going.” She awkwardly giggled, hoping he hadn’t noticed her ogling him. She started for the beginning of the alley, side by side Daemon (albeit just slightly behind him to let him have the lead) and certain no one would dare attempt to rob her again with him next to her.

Daemon smiled, out of the corner of his eye he saw Enola looking at him with a longing savoring look like she was recording him taking off his shirt and the sight of his back. Daemon took hold of Enola's hand and walked with her through the quiet streets towards the shopping district. Even though it was roughly midnight a few nocturnal shop keepers remained open for those who couldn't be out during the day. The only open shops were a clothing stand,a small food vending station cooking a basic dis of tuna sushi with steamed rice and soy sauce, and a vendor selling herbs and charms for travelers.As the two reached the shopping district a group of traveling mercenaries where busy shopping at the clothing stand which also had a few pieces of jewelry on it. Daemon looked at Enola and asked in a calm and caring voice. So Where would you like to go first milady ?

Enola couldn’t help but become slightly fuzzy at the feeling of his hand tugging hers, albeit over a glove. It surely relieved her of any anxiety she might have had about traveling through the village. He escorted through the streets, each an enjoyable sight under the moonlight. Nighttime walks always relaxed Enola; it was, after all, a time in which the world seemed to slow down as its petty squabbles and inhibitions were put away until the next dawn. The village was lively with wildlife too – cats sang atop rooftops, raccoons scurried the vulnerable trashcans, and owls cooed in the far distance. The village was by far much more peaceful than Hargeon Town.

When they made it to the shopping district, a mass of different scents tickled Enola’s nose. The most recognizable of these scents was the aroma of tiger roses being held at the herbal vendor. There was also the distinguished smell of sushi, a sure delicacy to Enola. When asked where she wished to go first, she bit her lip and looked at the clothing vendor. The clothing stand had a plethora of mannequins standing around it, each garbed in something wildly different. One was dressed in all furs, another in a two-piece swimsuit, and one in a tail coat. Strangely, one mannequin was adorned with a red lingerie outfit, an outfit not quite obscene enough for the village apparently. Enola looked past the mercenaries, naively considering them as no threat at all, and saw a small sewing kit on the clothing vendor’s stall.

Enola clenched Daemon’s hand and pointed with her other. “Over there. That shop has a sewing kit I could use.” Having gone on a plethora of missions of late, Enola had become rather fed up with her outfits constantly ripping.

Daemon smiled and nodded as the two walked over to clothing vendor with Daemon's gaze remaining on the mercs. As the two stood by them asking the shop keeper  about the sewing kit a necklace around Daemon's neck caught their eye. Daemon's necklace was a gift from his father and served as their family's symbol until his parent's demise; It consisted of a wolf howling towards a crescent moon standing on a cliff . The mercs looked at Daemon's necklace a tried to discreetly pull out their weapons until Daemon smiled as he held the katana he had from before and pointed it at them while he  continued to talk to the clerk as the blade of the katana pulsed with divine energy. "Gentlemen I'm more than happy to kick your asses but can it wait until tomorrow. " The mercs grinned maliciously as they looked at Enola  then back at him. "How about you give us the girl and we won't kill you until tomorrow freak."

When they approached the stall, Enola gave the clerk a smile before reconnecting her gaze to the sewing kit. It was a simple wooden box with a wooden box with a needle and thread symbol carved on the front. With the curiosity of a child, she unsnapped the brass clip of the box with her free hand and opened it up to reveal a small column of thread spools and a collection of silver needles. She carefully plucked the one of the needles from the box and inspected it closely but was interrupted by Daemon’s words. Enola turned her gaze from the needle and to her friend, only to see him pointing a sword enthralled with a magical energy of some sort toward the nearby mercenaries.

The mercenaries, evidently, had a liking for Enola as they looked upon her like she was a feast and even demanded Daemon surrender her to them. Each of the four mercenaries had his weapon drawn, and only seemed to chuckle at Daemon out of an apparent ignorance of what he was capable of doing to them. Despite this, Daemon was unfazed, still conversing with the clothing clerk; Enola, however, was not so calm – she dropped the silver needle back into the box, bit her lip, and gathered herself closer to Daemon for protection.

The mercenaries at least had some sense. Rather than stay grouped together, the four of them cautiously started to surround the two. One, dumbly enough, stayed in the direction that Daemon's sword was pointing.

“We won’t ask again.”

Enola squeezed Daemon’s hand tighter, shaking nervously at the same time. Her body stayed facing the shop but her head was craned back and forth at the four men. She’d done some dangerous things in her lifetime but fighting four armed mercenaries at once was not one of them.

Daemon remained unfazed even when the merc's apparent leader called him a freak. Daemon had been called much worse by people far more powerful then the whelp in front of him.  Sighing for a brief moment before  closing his eyes  and turning to Enola before reopening them to show her his hidden strength. His golden eyes had turned a rich crimson. As Daemon's eyes shifted from golden to crimson the surrounding shadows from everything under and around the street lights began to fall under his control. Daemon's hidden power was to control the shadows  and bend them to his will, he could even make tools and objects out of them to aid him. Enola if you wish you could close yours eyes so you don't  have to see this. " Daemon said as he looked into her eyes before snapping his wrists as the merc's own shadows pierced their body with a slew of spikes, blades , and spear tips splattering their blood across the pavement with a small speck or two hitting Daemon's face. "Shadows of anarchy phase 1 impaling shadows."

When Daemon looked at Enola with those distinct, golden eyes she was filled with relief at the momentary calmness that loomed in them. Then, a change came about his eyes and they went from bright gold to a frightening, crimson red. Enola instinctively gasped and released Daemon’s hand, though she stood in the same spot. She was filled with freight, not thinking him to be human, but then he spoke in his calming, alluring voice, indicating it was still that same old him. It eased Enola’s nerves, though she was quite caught off guard the mercenaries found themselves impaled by their own shadows, a maddening but deserving irony. It brought her some calmness to know that, with Daemon by her side, even the shadows would protect her.

However, the whole scene of blood forced a single tear to escape Enola’s eye. She had never seen a person killed before; and though she knew it was inevitable, she wished she hadn’t. She knew that Daemon deserved no less than her full gratitude, but she was too shaken by the corpses of the mercenaries to do anything. Her face was white, her body still, and she could nothing more but stare her eyes into Daemon’s, using her gaze to plead for comfort.

Daemon turned to Enola as his gaze softened at her shaking form and pale face. Daemon once again took control of the surrounding shadows and walked over to Enola and wrapped his arms around her small frame before leaning in to kiss her softly as the shadows enveloped them and a smaller portion taking to the sewing kit causing the outside world to fade away encasing them in a bubble with no way anyone to bother them.

Within the seeming endless void, Daemon slowly pulled back and looked Enola in her radiant hazel eyes as he placed his left hand on her cheek. I'm sorry you had to see that Enola I should have told you that in the darker side of the world I'm considered a monster." Daemon said as he took hold of the sewing kit that was floating in the either and handed it to her before he began to turn around to vanish into the shadows.

When Enola felt herself being wrapped by Daemon’s arms, she dared not move. After all, it brought her that sorely desired comfort her petrified psych longed after. Unlike the shadows that begun to surround the two, Daemon felt like a warm beacon in this dreaded village that was, evidently, plagued with violence. Like a cherry on top of this fruitful night, Daemon placed his lips upon her, causing a pink hue to contrast with her pale face. Enola didn’t object; she couldn’t object. Her mind just wandered away the physical contact. In fact, she was oblivious to the shadow encasing them, for the world simply didn’t exist to her in that moment: all that mattered was their kiss.

When the kiss ended, Enola’s mind slowly reeled back as she found their brief moment of passion over. He kindly handed her the sewing kit, which she took in the same manner that a small child would accept a gift, and turned.

“W-wait!” Enola’s hand reached out for his shoulder with her free hand before he could step any further. “I don’t believe you! Monsters don’t save people!” It was entirely out of character for her to grab out toward someone and speak against them, but this was a special circumstance. Her inhibitions were gone tonight, rocked to sleep by the sweeping current of emotions.

Daemon looked back at Enola with a sad smile as his eyes shifted back from crimson to his usual golden hue as this happened the surrounding shadows dispersed slowly as Daemon turns around and hugs her. I may have saved you; but what if I'm trying to make up for past sins ?" He looked at her with another sad smile as he took her hand and placed it on top of his scared back. This is my proof of being a monster" He sad calmly as he began to explain to her exactly how he received his scar and the people he lost due to it.

Enola comfortably accepted the hug but shuttered upon feeling his scar. The most intriguing of his words, though, was his mentioning of his past sins. This was dilemma knew too well; after all, she’d subjected herself into many crimes years ago. She roamed with bandits, taking as she pleased and beating senselessly anyone who got in their way. They’d taken everything from whoever they robbed and rarely left a jewel. At times, they were more like a ravage horde who burned any structure that irritated them. Enola was still haunted by it and fearful that Rune Knights would one day show up at her doorstep and drag her to prison like they had with the majority of her former gang. Like Daemon, she wished she could make some sort of amends for what she’d done.

With empathetic eyes, Enola looked in Daemon’s gaze and perched her small ears as she prepared to listen to the young man’s story.

My father was Kotaro Spade the former general of the defense division of the Rune knights, my mother was Ayami Spade other wise known as the Shadow Thief. My parents raised my two siblings and myself for five years in happiness, until a group of Human traffickers came to our forested home. my father and mother protected us and were killed and we were taken away as our home was set ablaze. A week later I had found a girl in center of the road. The slave traders thought she would be worth money. The girl jumped up and kicked one of the traders in the face kicking their head clean off their body. She then walked over to me with a silver dagger appearing in her hand. She used the dagger to cut the ropes binding my hand and gave me to the knife then told me that if I wanted to protect my siblings I would give my life to her in the name of the lunar goddess. I killed the two slave traders yet the damage to my sister and brother were already done. They lost their memory of me and our parents and headed out onto their own while I was left to search for them
Daemon moved back a bit as he took hold of his left arm. My wounds was more physical then mental. The slave traders forced me to fight their pet mountain lion and it claimed my arm as it's food and scared my back. Daemon looked up at Enola before hugging her gently before a scream pierced the night air along with a powerful howl. Daemon sighed and followed the howl while holding onto Enola's hand leading her towards the alley where the sound originated. A small fifteen year old looking child with flowing silver hair and silver eyes riding a massive black dire wolf glared at a local thug that tried to rob her .Daemon sighed as he let go of Enola's hand and walked into the alley way before cracking his knuckles. "Daemon deal with this bully" "Milady what did he do to you ? " He tried to steal my snacks" The girl said as she started to pout. Daemon closed his eye and sighed earning a glare from the teen. "Milady I could easily buy you more snacks. " It's the principle of the matter now kick his butt.... please?" The Teen blushed slightly at saying please. Daemon smiled and walked towards the man Alright Lady Luna. " Daemon said as he grabbed the man by his collar and punched in the stomach with his automail claw before kicking him in the jaw with his right leg sending the thug flying across the filthy alley way. Daemon dusted the dirt off his hands hand and walked back to Enola and the teen who was chewing on a red bean bun. "Enola I would like to introduce to my Goddess Lady Luna. "

Enola frowned at the young man’s story. To have everything taken from you because of a few greedy people – he was almost the parallel to herself. The difference between them, however, was Daemon’s courage. He did what it took to save his siblings, even at the cost of everything. Truly, he was a man who sacrificed everything for the sake of those he cared for the most. Despite all that, she wasn’t quite sure what to be more intrigued about: the mention of a moon goddess or the fact that he fought a lion. Her eyes peeked down on Daemon’s prosthetic arm. He clearly missed his limb. She meant to console him but his hug cleansed her mind as if his touch were euphoric drug.

A howl rung out and Enola was shocked back into reality. It was one of the most dreadful noises she’d heard but Daemon didn’t seem at all alarmed. In fact, he led her to the source!

The sight before her was almost comical: Daemon was dealing with a young woman on a wolf who apparently had no quarrels bossing the man around. The idea that a man who could kill several mercenaries would be ordered around by a young girl was almost enough to make Enola laugh. The return of her cheery face certainly indicated it. Daemon seemed to be as much of a servant as herself. As was expected, Daemon dealt with the foolish thief in a brutal yet quick way before tossing him down the alley.

Enola approached the moon goddess with a slight hesitation: she had never met a deity before. A fish god had been the patron of her hometown though no one had actually ever met him. Enola just assumed deities inhabited some other plane of existence but here one was – a goddess. Enola looked with growing eyes as she seemingly studied the young(?) girl and her dire wolf. She wasn’t quite sure was deity was supposed to look like but she wasn’t expecting this.

Regardless, Enola bowed her head in the most regal fashion. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Luna.” She raised her head and showed her glowing complexion. “Daemon here has been very helpful tonight.” Her eyes drifted to the young man and back toward Lady Luna, that courteous smile on her face.

Luna look at Enola before jumping off her dire wolf mount and landing right in front of her. Luna moved closer and began to sniff her especially around her face. She then turned to Daemon and proceeded to jump at him and sending him into the stone wall behind him with a powerful drop kick. As Luna landed her body had aged to that of a twenty four year old woman with hip length hair wearing the same dress as before. She walked over to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. How many times have I told you to stop imprinting others." She said as she shook him like a rag doll. Daemon is shaken until Luna finally gets tired ten minutes later after Daemon did his best to explain why he was with Enola in the first place. When Luna finally stops she lifts Daemon onto his feet and pet's his head before shifting back into her childlike late teen form and promptly jumped back onto her mount and pointed to Enola and Daemon. "Play nice you two and Daemon I want something spicy for lunch " She said with a smile as she told the wolf to take her back home leaving the two alone in the alley way. Daemon slowly stood up and fought a wave of nausea from Lady Luna's punishment. Daemon walked over to Enola. I'm sorry about her Enola-chan Lady Luna was kind of my surrogate mother.