Excerpts Going NoWhere, Really

(Part of A Conflict)

Invisible chains...like ice cut into her being. Her eyes widen. “Yes Bitch” she hears her Tormentor speak into her mind “Mistake on your Part” The angel is quite panicked now. The Mage can tell something is amiss but he is as confused by the presence of the dark One as he is the Demon. Unsure, and unknowing about the hidden battle taking place in the Bar.  “You never stood a chance, Angel”, the Demon smiles. “More’s the pity.”  Another moment, the bar shakes mildly as the man next to the dark Angel exhales, his cigarette briefly makes an outline of wings that disappear into stale smoke-and the faint cry of a dying Angel is lost forever; swept among meaningless conversations and the clinking of glasses .

(Part of a Resolution)

Elsewhere...
The Mage takes his leave of the Bar and quietly fades to his Sanctum. A simple stone heath on a forgotten street looking to all the world like a dead end husk.
The Sanctum is dark, but not morbid, it understands the Mage and adjusts it’s light to his moods. An orange cat with golden eyes graces the mantle, idly licking its paws. The  fire roars to life and a glass fills itself with deep burgundy wine. Candles flicker as the Master of the House takes off his cloak and seeks comfort of both fire and chair.
“Keeping odd company again?” asks the Cat between licks.
A glance and sigh is the only reply.
“Fine-next I’ll have Rosa weave you a somber coat to match your expression..”
At the mention of Rosa a waif-like Spirit of a young medieval girl enters the room and bows before the Mage.  “Master, is it true? Do you wish me to make you a new coat?” Her voice always ends in soft bells--the kind that sound far away and make you wonder if you heard them at all.
“No Rosa, thanks, I need no new coat...” He casts an irritated look at the Cat, who, he can plainly see, isn’t even bothering to hide his half-smile.
Rosa curtsies, “As you wish Lord Mage, perhaps more Wine? Or maybe I should broom the Cat...”
“Yes, I’d rather like that Rosa, thank you.”
Almost instantly the orange cat disappeared, leaving a malevolent red glow through fading slitted eyes.
“Thought as much Master. Don’t worry, I’ll broom Grendel next time he corporates.”
The Mage bowed to Rosa who faded with a silvery glitter.  He finished the wine and extended his hands to the hearth, replaying his night’s adventure from the Bar.  Deliberately he kept all sound out of it. Held the image of the woman for an instant longer than strictly necessary and for the briefest instant imagined he thought she stared back. Impossible.