Morgan hummed softly as she sat in her room, messing with the threads on the silk dress she wore. After a moment, she held aloft her hand, and from it, light pink smoke drifted upwards. She cursed under her breath. "Looks like I need to head back." She thought, quickly standing and striding across the room. Morgan poked her head out the door, to see many other brothel women guiding men along to where they would have them be defiled. Quietly, Morgan slid out of her room, and inched along the wall, trying to be inconspicuous as possible.

"Morgan!" A familiar voice shouted, making the succubus hiss under her breath. She turned on her heel, plastering on a big, fake smile. One of her regular customers, a man by the name of Melas, stumbled toward her, cheeks flushed. He reeked of alcohol. "He's been drinking again, and it's only noon." Morgan thought, taking a side step away from him. A goofy grin was plastered on his face. "Come on, my lovely, how 'bout you make some time for me~." He cooed, standing in front of her and pinning her in place by having both arms on the wall beside her. She smiled haphazardly, putting her hands on his chest.

"As much as I'd like to, I need to go out~. Wait for me~?" She inquired, holding her hand up and blowing a puff of maroon smoke in his face. He Melas took one sniff of the smoke, and his body fell to the ground with a painful thud. Morgan smirked and nudged his body with her foot. "That should keep him, though it used the last of my Lust Magick."

"Morgan, what did you do?" A brothel girl by the name of Lily asked incredulously. Her mouth was agape with surprise and shock.

"I knocked him out for a moment. I have to return to Lucifer, with my report, and plus," Morgan held her hand up, and this time, barely a wisp of smoke came forth. "I've run out of magick. I'll be back before he wakes up! Tell Erik where I've gone, please?"

Lily bit her lower lip, before nodding and running off, making Morgan sigh in relief. She quickly wrapped a cloak around herself and exited the building, and into the busy market place. As much as brothels are usually hidden away in the seedy parts of town, this particular one was stationed right in the market place. Near the taverns. Drunk men always make good customers.

Morgan slid the hood over her head, and blended her way into the crowd, pushing her electric blue hair far back into the hood. People gave odd glances at her, but continued on their way, having their own chores and errands to run. As Morgan drew closer to her destination, the people began to thin out, and become more... irritated and angry. Deceitful, even. Booths were filled with poison and deadly daggers; rare animals, and even human organs. This was the part of the market that most tended to avoid.

"I'm looking for the Circle," Morgan muttered allowed. Few paid attention, but one man's head shot upwards, his eyes looking crazy. He stumbled over to her, a peg leg being the cause, and spit to the right, making Morgan cringe slightly.

"Are ye loyal to Lucifer?" He inquired, taking another step closer, and looking at her with his good eye.

"As loyal as a dog to its master." She replied, pulling back her hood to reveal her hair. The man grunted and gestured to the building behind him. The bricks had been painted black, and right above the door, was a giant red pentacle. Morgan nodded, and walked past him, swallowing hard. "God, I hate him." She thought, chuckling to herself.

She stood in front of the door and took in a long breath. Before she could even knock, the door slammed open, a tall man with ebony hair and bright red eyes stared down at her.

"Morgan Daemonstar. I've been waiting for you."