Back at Templar HQ

Corinth stirred from his slumber, greeted by the relentless intrusion of sunlight invading his room. Cursed with a window aligned perfectly with the rising sun, each morning at the stroke of nine, its golden rays assaulted him with unyielding persistence. And when he was up, he was up.

Sitting up, he stretched his arms and felt movement to the left of him. Looking over, Magdalena stirred under the covers, no doubt being slowly awoken by the sun herself. She pulled the covers over her face and moaned in annoyance.

"How many bleedin' times 'ave I gotta tell ya? Move yer bloomin' bed or get yerself some blinds, innit?" she moaned again.

"And yet you still keep coming back," he replied as she growled and pushed her head under her pillow.

Their relationship was a simple one. Meet up from time to time, work together or have a few drinks, sometimes both and at the end of the night, go back to his place. He knew she wanted more and sometimes he thought about it. Sometimes spending hours thinking of what could happen and would he be happy with her. If he had to be truly honest with himself, he probably would be. Except both of their lives were crazy hectic because of Gaia.

Leaning over to her, he kissed her shoulder and then left the bed to get a shower. In true Magdalena fashion, she would be gone by the time he got out. There was no need to stay for friendly good-byes if both knew that the relationship wasn't going any further. Keep it casual. Still...

Once fully dressed, locked and loaded, Corinth left his flat and headed back to the Templar Headquarters. He needed to see of there were any updates on the case. And by updates, he meant murders. The odds that the Empusa wouldn't have fed last night were slim and if she was smart, she would have hid the body afterwards, but currently, that didn't seem like its style.

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"What do we know so far," asked Dalia, coming and standing beside Corinth's desk.. She was wearing her traditional work attire of a long sleeve dress shirt and a pencil skirt with matching heels.

Corinth spun in his chair to look at her and then leaned back, "She is feeding a lot and it looks like she is shedding the skin of of Ivy. I believe Ivy was a host or some type cocoon and now the Empusa is molting, so to speak. She won't need to feed too many more times until the process is completed." He yawned from being out too late. "She also said something about maybe seeing me at a party tonight so that is what I'm currently trying to see what I can find. A party in London...those are everywhere."

Dalia took a deep breath, "I don't know of any parties and I don't remember seeing any advertisements for any. Nothing special that I know of. No concerts...no DJ's in town. Night clubs aren't really booming in the middle of the week, but that may be an option to look into."

"Yeah," he sighed. "I'll keep digging." He turned back to his desk and started typing on his computer, looking for anything related to a party happening around the city. It was the only clue he had and it was also the worst.