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Sistine's is engaged in early-evening business.

Daimon checks his pockets for the disk.

The disk is there.

Daimon sighs relief, and finds Marath to give her a hug.

Marath hugs back. She murmurs, in Daimon's ear, "Good to see you safe, love."

Daimon says "I'm okay. A little frotzed, but okay. Can I use your phone?"

Marath says, "Sure. It's over there." She nods to it before going back to slicing onions wafer-thin.

Daimon says "Thanks" and goes over to the phone. The first thing he does is check his messages on the machine at Pat's apartment.

There are no new messages for him there.

Daimon checks his messages on his machine in Los Angeles.

There is a single message from Malik, sounding quite annoyed. "Hey, Big Brother. Call me, okay? Malik."

Daimon sighs, and stares at the phone for a minute. He debates calling Malik just to make sure she's okay. He shouldn't, but he really wants to really badly.

Daimon decides against it, and dials Liz.

In her pocket, Liz's phone buzzes.

Liz answers. "Elizabeth Bradley."

Daimon says "It's Daimon."

Liz says "Hi. Are you okay?"

Liz sounds worried.

Daimon sounds tired. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm standing in Marath's kitchen, trying not to be underfoot."

Liz says "Fair enough. I'll probably be by there later. I'm glad you got out okay. I was really worried."

Liz says "Listen if you can stay there for a little bit, I'll be by. Shannen and I are going to a party tonight, we hope, and you might want to come along."

Daimon says "Party?"

Liz says "Party. Maybe."

Daimon is thinking, I'm depressed, I want to sit in a corner and drink, and I'm still really stoned. Party? Do I want to interact with people?

Daimon says "Okay, well, I should pass it by Pat before I go anywhere."

Liz says "Fair enough. It's not just a party though. Tania found some new drug that 'gives you good dreams' and we want to check it out."

Liz says "I'm trying to get ahold of Aron and Azalea, to see if they're interested."

Daimon says "Ah Christ. It might be just a new street drug, some new form of roofies, for all we know, or some mutant strain of Xstasy. But with Nightmares running around, who the hell knows."

Liz says "We're not sure. So."

Daimon says "So. We go."

Liz says "Well, Shannen and I go."

Liz says "Talk to Pat. If you can come along, Tania would be delighted."

Daimon says "When I see Pat, I'll mention it to him."

Liz says "Okay. I'm finishing up shopping for the evening. Tania thought I looked 'too old' for the party, so I'm fixing that. I'll be by in about half an hour."

Daimon says "Okay, cool. Since I don't drive at the moment, well. I'll be here. I also have Sarah and Sephar."

Liz says "Are they all right?"

Daimon says "They're just fine. Better then I had hoped."

Liz says "That's good to here. Oh, when I get there, I want to talk to you about your mother and one of your sisters."

Liz says "See you soon."

Daimon blinks. And blinks again. "Uh- yes, I'll see you soon."

Liz hangs up, and heads for the last shop on her list.

Daimon hangs up the phone, and stands there, blinking at it. Then picks up the receiver again and dials Malik's home phone in LA.

Daimon . o O ( WTF? )

Liz shops. Fortunately she knows all the right stores to get the look she's aiming for.

Three rings later, Malik's voice replies. "Helloooo?"

Daimon says "Hey Malik. It's Daimon."

Malik nearly shrieks, "Daimon! What are you doing up here and what's going _on_?"

Daimon says "Shhhh. Just calm down. Don't yell at me."

Malik takes several deep breaths. "Daimonique, Daimonique, Daimonique, what the hell is going on, big sister?"

Daimon sighs, closes his eyes, and leans against the wall of the kitchen. "You know how I have always said, Malik, that no matter what happens, no matter what passes, no matter what changes, I will always love you. And it's true."

Malik takes another deep breath. "Big sister, I think that's cool. And I know that you always say after that that we're demons and so we can't ever truly love. But I still believe you."

Daimon says "Malik, I'm talking to you from a Creation tether. Which I just came down from."

Malik doesn't breathe during this pause.

Daimon says "And I love you so very much. That's why I couldn't have you here."

Malik says, "That's not funny."

Daimon says "I am not being funny. I will never, in fact, be Funny again."

There is a sound as of someone rubbing their head. Malik says, "Okay. So you've gone angelic. I always figured most of that stuff was lies anyhow. Just tell me, Big Sister, why?"

Daimon says "I had to. There were things that Needed to be done which I couldn't do as a demon. And it was simply time."

Malik says, in the calm of shock, "Well, it sounds reasonable enough, I guess. You work for nice people, the Game wants your ass but they usually do anyhow, you get to have a sweet time."

Daimon says "No that's not it at all. It's not about having a good time. It's not about anyone... oh God Malik. I wish you were here. I wish I could tell you to your face. I miss you so badly."

Malik says, "You miss *me*?"

Daimon says "God yes. You're my sister. You're my only true family I have. You're my flower. You always have been."

<> Demiurge says "Daimon, you shameless manipulator. :)"

<> Daimon blinks big eyes.

<> Daimon means every word of it.

<> arcangel says "So do Elohim."

<> Daimon points to Pat.

There is a long pause. Malik says, eventually, "Yeah. I guess angels can't really come here easily. So I need to come visit you, right?"

Daimon says "I.... when Terry did what he did, I needed to get you out of here. I want to see you, I need to find somewhere that is _safe_. There are Malakim here, and they're pissed off right now, and they have every right to be. I never, ever want you seeing me in a dangerous situation."

Malik considers. "Well, I've got a new contract, but that'll be over in a few days, but I can come find you after that. Why don't you think of somewhere safe for both of us, big sister?"

Daimon nods. "I can talk to people, and try to arrange something safe and comfortable."

Malik says, "Now there's the sensible big sister I know and love."

Daimon says "You call me when your contract is done. My new cellphone number is:" and he fills in the numbers. "You got that?"

Malik says, "Got it. You take care, big sister." She pauses. "Know anything about Mom being pissed?"

Daimon blinks, and pauses. "Other then at me, no. No, I don't know anything at all." He pauses again. "I love you, Malik."

Malik says, "I love you too, big sister. Take care."

Daimon says "I will. You too that way."

Malik giggles, and her phone clicks off.

Daimon hangs up the phone and sags into a chair.

Marath wanders back in, and silently puts a mug of hot steaming coffee down next to Daimon, and rubs his shoulder.

Liz walks in shortly thereafter, carrying multiple bags.

Daimon looks up thankfully. "Thanks." And drinks the coffee.

Liz says "Hi, Daimon. You look like you've been through Hell, you know."

Marath rubs Daimon's shoulders a little longer.

Liz says "Hi Marath."

Daimon says "Twice."

Liz inhales happily. "Mmm. I love coming in here."

Marath says, "Hi there, Liz. I'm glad."

Liz nods. "I was lucky to avoid joining you. Come upstairs and help me try to look like a college student and I'll tell you."

Liz waits until Daimon's coffee is out of the way, and tosses him a bag.

Daimon takes the bag and peers in it.

Inside is a sexy-ish blouse that probably doesn't come down quite far enough, and a complimentary skirt.

Liz says "C'mon."

Liz grabs Daimon's coffee and leads him upstairs.

Daimon grabs the bag and follows Liz.

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