As the angel made her way down the street, dressed in her rather revealing and Desertian fashioned outfit, a smile would cross her features as the large library loomed before her. She was certain that within the volumes, there would be at least one book that would have the information she sought. Yes, the librarians were rather reluctant to keep books regarding the darker arts and generally they kept them in a restricted section but Medeia had a way with people and she knew that they would not stop her from acquiring the information she needed. If she was fortunate then perhaps it would be Dela, a junior librarian that the witch had become quite fond of, who would be working today. The two had an arrangement and the purple eyed woman had more than once had a little fun with the beautiful brunette during her visits, occasions that both women remembered fondly.
Yet as she entered the vast building and headed towards the counter, her smile would quickly vanish, for standing behind it would be a far older woman than Dela and one that Medeia did not like at all. A boring old fossil who was a pain in the rectum to deal with and the holy being instantly knew that things were not going to be as simple as she had hoped. It would not be a problem, of course, just an annoyance and as the senior librarian looked up from her work to see the witch, a frown crossed her features too.
“I am busy, Medeia, what do you want?” The librarian rudely asked, a sneer crossing her features. “I am afraid that Dela is not working today so you will have to go somewhere else to get your kicks.”
“A pleasure as always, Clara.” The dark haired mage replied in a slightly annoyed tone. “I want access to your latest books on curses, specifically ones that affect the mind. Dela informed me the last time I was here that you were due to be updating your stock.”
“I will not grant you access to anything other than what is on display here.” Clara snapped in an irritable manner. “The fact that I must allow you in here at all sickens me and I will not help indulge you in your foul exploits. Go elsewhere if you want that kind of information.”
Her irritation building quickly, Medeia’s eyes would burn with a magical hue, before releasing a brief burst of energy that would bend the woman to her will. The old toad had no chance of fighting off the mage’s domination spell and her eyes soon glazed over, her voice becoming monotonous. “I do not have the time nor the patience to argue with you, Clara. You will give me the access I require now. Put your hand under the desk and give me the card to the restricted section. Am I clear?”
The old woman, devoid of will, proceeded to do just that, placing her hand under the table and retrieving what Medeia required. A bright blue card that hummed with magical power, a key of sorts and one that would most definitely aid the angel in her endeavors. With that done, she would turn simply gaze blankly at the witch, awaiting further orders.
With a wicked smirk, Medeia would go on to say. “Now, I want you to run through the halls of this library and woo the first pretty man or woman that you find. It is about time that you had some enjoyment in your life.”
Her command once more confirmed, the woman would leap over the desk and begin to flirt with the first young man that she saw, much to the embarrassment of both him and the woman with him, who appeared to be his girlfriend. Medeia would simply chuckle to herself, amused by the spectacle but before she could leave and head further into the library, a large hand would clamp on her shoulder.
Turning around, Medeia would find herself face to face with a guard of some kind. She did not recognise the uniform but he seemed to have some magical power from what the witch could sense. He stood about six foot tall with brown hair and eyes. She supposed that he might be seen as attractive by those interested in men but Medeia was sickened. No man would touch her in such a way. “Remove your arm.” Her voice was authoritative and commanding.
“You have just attacked an innocent person with your dark magic. Do you honestly believe that I am just going to…”
His words were cut off as Medeia channeled the power of her slayer magic and blasted him away with a powerful stream of sand, the force of which not only threw him backwards but straight through the library doors and into the street. An unpleasant spell and as he struggled to get up, he would look up to see the annoyed angel walking towards him, her expression murderous. “Here I was thinking that I could spend a blissful few hours in the library but no. There is always one idiot who just has to try and play the role of the hero.”
Drawing her whip, she would then strike him with it, its power leaving a horrible burn upon his back. Medeia did not even flinch and simply said. “See where your heroics get you, scum.”