This is the area with stores and restraunts. There are a few empty building if you want to open a store. Perfect spot to start after entrance.

*From Entrance Gate*

Harpsichord surveyed the Downtown, looking for anything that caught his eye. He noticed an empty shop with a red door. he approached it and looked through the dirty window inside.

A layer of dust covered the floor, and cobwebs formed in the corners. he saw a lone cockroach scurry across the wooden floor.

Harpsichord continued to look at the shops until something else caught his eye.

"So, can you build one exactly like the design?" Harpsichord asked. He was standing in a run down music shop, run by a fat old man whose hands were scarred and trembly.

"I can try... But it will cost a bit of money to personalize it with such detail as you have it." he replied shakily.

"Do it, and if it's correct, I'll give you an extra $2000."

The man began to walk away before turning around to face Harpsichord again. "Why do you insist on it looking exactly the way you drew on the design?"

Harpsichord stared at the man with a look of outrage. "I have high standards, my friend. And bad things happen if my standrards aren't met." He remembered what Mira said about feeding, and let the anger go. "Just don't mess it up, okay? This is really important. I will be back tomorrow morning at 6 am, and the violin better be ready by then."

Mira strolled down the sidewalk, she wondered when Harpsicord would crawl back to her begging for a feeding. "With arrogance like his he'll slowly starve himself." Mira snorted. She knew he would eventually have to come back, for no doctor could fix his arm. Her fire was actually completely satisfied for once, it must have had much satisfaction after that little hissy fit that boy had. Her eyes fell on a quaint little shop, she noticed the said demon. Mira murmered a short spell and watched through the window as fire erupted in his throat. She patiently waited for his reaction.

Mira had actually had that spell put on her when she was younger as punishment. It feels like lava running down your throat, it lasts for ten agonizing minutes. If you tried to throw up it made it grow hotter, she had learned that the hard way. That's what a firebreather has to go through when she goes through puberty. She was diabolically delighted to see someone be tortured like she had-- especially a demon. "Now I'll let you come to me," she said to herself, "I'll have supper waiting." she grinned showing her sharp canines.

As Harpsichord turned to leave the shop, he glanced at the window. To his surprise, Mira stood there, a devious smile on her face. Suddenly, his throat exploded in pain. A familiar burning sensation erupted in his throat.

Fire. Of course!

He began to gag on the lava like flow inside of him. He looked up and saw the girl laughing at his torment. Harpsichord knew that only she would be able to stop his pain. That girl must have a major grudge when it came to demons. Or maybe she just really loved wolves or something along those lines. Or maybe....

He forced himself to stand. He blocked the pain as best as he could, and found that by doing that he could give a small and pained smirk. He staggered to the door, and came out on the sidewalk by the window. She smirked in victory, looking at his broken body. Harpsichord knew that if Mira was going to take him down, now would be her opportunity. He felt no shame to be taken down by a creature of her kind, for it was better to die by the hands of an Otherworldly than by starvation.

He stood the best he could and prepared himself for an attack that could at any moment come.

"How's it going," Mira mocked him as he started choking on the lava, "cat got your tongue?" She put a forefinger on his forehead and flicked. The lava instantly evaporated away. Mira let out a slight sneeze, fire exploded in front of Harpsichord's face. She shook her head, clearing it. "Did you touch the orb?"

"No? Yes?" Harpsichord wasn't sure what to say, he had a hard enough time standing in front of her until he finally gave up and fell on his knees.

"Ugh I didn't want to do this, but you being to stupid to remember..." Mira morphed into a large bear/cat creature-- about the size of a small school bus. It had muddy dried gray fur that reeked of death and several rows of large jagged teeth. It vaguely resembled a Bandersnatch. Mira sniffed Harsichord, making him fall on his back with the force. She rumbled with frustration. She then morphed back to human. "Well you haven't, but it was hard to look for its impurities since you are an impurity." she hissed. "Let me show you something Mr. Leviticus." Mirrosa then stomped on the ground making Harpsichord fly into the air and land on his feet, she could hear his ankles crack under the massive weight. He gave her a dazed look and started slowly stumbling in the general direction of where Mira was heading, wincing and moaning at every step.

Kalcifer walked down his eyes darting around nervously, he wasn't sure where to go. "It's s-s-s-so b-b-big." he mouth gaped open. The girl was nice, she smiled at me. Kalcifer thought. Oh well, she's too nice to like me. He continued walking around arguing himself.

He paused for a second. He used earth to help hear. He heard a loud rumbling sound-- a powerful one at that.

Harpsichord smirked in victory as he followed the girl. He had managed to grab the ring from Mira's hands when he walked past her after the girl. He currently wore it on his right ring finger, but planned to take it off eventually.

He wasn't the patient type, and he wasn't planning on waiting for Mira to tell him. Sure he could have very easily went back to the woods to kill another wolf, but what fun would that me? This method was so much more fun.

He watched the girl slip into The Hourglass House. He smiled, and it gave him a demonic look.

"Yes," he murmured, "buy the girl some food and take her downtown for your tea set. Find Mira, force her to tell me or the girl gets killed, and then you can feast once more. Harpsichord, you are a devil in disguise, but what would life be like if you weren't?"

A cold laugh escaped his lips. He barely noticed the rumbling sound as he slipped inside.

Kalcifer just saw a teen about his age walk past him. He had something showing in his pocket.. something jasper. "Isn't that the ring that.. no it couldn't be. Could it?" Kalcifer questioned. If Mira was here there was a good possibility that could have been the ring.

"I'll just ask him and see." Kalcifer finally decided as he walked through the doors of the hourglass house.

Mira came charging full speed toward the Hourglass House, everything rattled furiously as she passed by.

Harpsichord wandered around the antique shop, looking for a tea set that he liked. The store owner showed him a couple that were nice, but nothing compared to the one he loved.

Finally, he came across a porcelain set that caught his eye. The cups were decorated with a vine around their rim and a black rose. The plates too had the design, as did the milk and sugar holders. The tea pot had the vine around the rim, and extra ones holding on to black roses. A golden "H" was painted on it as well.

"That one came from the 1700s, and it is-" Harpsichord cut him off.

"I'll take it. Here's $200 dollars for it," he handed him the money, though it was only priced for $100. "I know the information about it. Wrap it up very carefully, they don't make them this well anymore." He took the wrapped pieces, now resting in a cloth bag. He took the set, and made quickly made his way home. The man stood there, confused on what had just happened.

Ceille had left the beach early, and strolled quietly down the street. She entered a clothing shop, and with the money she had gained, bought a pair of jeans and a blue shirt, along with a leather jacket to help conceal the wings.

She ran into an alley and quickly changed, glad to be wearing a different outfit for a change. She left the bag and old clothes there, for she didn't want them anymore.

As she came out on the street, she saw the Hourglass House had a huge hole in it. What had she missed?

Curiousity pulled her back to the building.

Ceille wandered the streets, the full moon lighting her way. She returned to the alley she changed in. She took some crates and made a bit of a wall out of them. She grabbed her old clothes and ripped them to make a makeshift blanket. Zipping up her jacket, Ceille listened to the distant sound of crashing waves.

She fell into a light but comfortable sleep.

It's ok, I had to clean my room a bit...

Ceille woke up earlier than nromal the next day. She remembered last night and smiled. She like Mira, because she seemed like a good person and a good friend.

Ceille threw the uniform away and left the alley. She walked up the road, past The Hourglass House, and entered the supermarket. She bought herself a small package of jelly beans, and ate them on a bench.

Mira strutted down the sidewalk awake and ready. Her current tabby cat body showed all the spunk she was feeling and she walked looking at the citizens of Nightmoon Cove.

The funny part is I can totally picture Mira doing this. XD

Ceille noticed a tabby cat walking down the road. She almost screamed. She loved cats.

She ran to the cat and began to stroke its fur. "Oh, such a pretty kitty!" she cooed happily. "And your fur is so soft!"

"Ceille, what the hell are you doing?!" Mira hissed at Ceille, her fur spiking up. She swiped her paw at her hand. "What the hell has gotten into-- Ooh, can I have a jellybean?" Mira's ears perked up as she noticed the brightly colored plastic bag. Mira looked at her and saw she wasn't thinking about so Mira started purring and brushed against her legs.

Ceille flinched. A talking cat! How did it know its name?

Ceille was in the Lab, and a doctor sat on her bed. "Your wings are growing in just fine, Ceille," he said.

"How did you know my name?" she demanded, close to tears. "How did you know? How?"

The doctor walked away, not caring anymore.

In real life, a gasp escaped her lips. She dropped the bag, beans scattering over the sidewalk. "I have to go, little cat," she said. Ceille stood and ran as fast as she could, heading towards a road with houses.

"What the.." Mira shook her hed focusing on the jellybeans she ate a yellow and white one. Mira loved to scavange and really act like the animal she was playing. She purred and continued looking for someone else to beg to and recieve pettings from.

Harpsichord stood once again in the music shop, Ceille standing by him. The man came back, carrying a violin case. harpsichord grabbed it and opened it up.

It looked like his when he had bought it new. The vines were beautiful, and the bow looked exactly like the old one. He took the instrument carefully from its case and played up and down the scale quickly. Perfect.

He gave the man a large amount of money, and placed his valued instrument back in its case. he latched it closed, waved goodby, and together him and Ceille went out on the streets.

Mira noticed Harpsichord with Ceille, she quickly morphed into a fluffy ginger cat as to not be recongnized as the talking kitty. She went over to Ceille and starting yowling trying to maybe trigger the fact animals don't like demons, but instead she picked her up and started cuddling her like a teddy bear and urging Harpsichord to do the same. "Idiots." Mira muttered to herself as she was carried toward a little china shop.

Harpsichord kept glancing at the cat in Ceille's hands.

"You should hold the cat for a bit!" Ceille insisted, trying to place the creature in his hands. "Look at that soft fur! Just pet it, Harpsichord!"

Harpsichord pushed the cat away from him. "I don't really care for cats," he said. Something struck him as familiar about the cat, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Please?" Ceille beeged. The cat squirmed in her arms, and let out a hiss when it got near his arms. What was so familiar about it?

Mira gave up and let Ceille mindlessly hold her, cooing over every whisker twitch. Mira would yowl and hiss everytime Ceille would put her up to Harpsichord's face and pretend to make her talk in an annoying high pitched voice. "Don't I look so cuddly? Pet me Harpsichord!" Ceille would squeal. Mira of course would gingerly growl (no pun intended).

Ceille didn't undertand why Harpsichord had to be so mean to the little cat. It was adorable, and any other human being would have loved to cuddle it.

That's when she remembered what the gate said.

"...I mean COME ON a demon, a shapeshifter, a freak with wings, and now a pathetic pushover..."

Ceille froze, still petting the cat. Harpsichord didn't notice she had stopped for another moment or so.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a smirk. "Did something scare you?" He reached out to touch her, but Ceille moved back, focusing intently on those crimson eyes, forever stained the color of blood.

It was him. He was the demon. So that meant...

She thought of the talking cat. Suddenly, the cold reality hit her hard. She could breathe, and for a split second she could have sworn her heart stopped. She let the cat go, not caring about the yowl of surprise as it fell to the ground.

"Leave," Ceille whispered in a barely aditable voice. He still reached for her. She shoved him into a table, the sound of broken glass filling her ears. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" she screamed. Ceille ran from the store, taking off her jacket as she ran. Finally, not ale to hold it in anymore, Ceille spread her pale white wings and launched herself into the sky.

Mira watched as Ceille stretched her wings and took off toward the forest, she actually wasn't that surprised. "I knew something was off about her." Mira said as she looked at Harpsichord still staring in disbelief and anger. Her now muddied fur morphed back into human flesh as she shifted. Mira walked over and patted Harpsichord on the back. "She is a smart girl, I knew she wouldn't fall for your tricks." Mira smiled and morphed back into the ginger cat and laid down near the entrance of the shop. She felt much better now knowing that Ceille knew Harpsichord was a demon. She was about to fall aslep when Harpsicord stomped toward her and grabbed her by her scruff in the neck and held her high.

"How dare you.." he hissed as he shook Mira's little kitty body.

"You told her, didn't you?" he said, anger clear in every syllable. "You told Ceille!"

He dropped Mira to the ground, wishing that cats didn't always land on their feet. He sighed.

"No matter. We have a bit to talk about ourselves." harpsichord grabbed Mira, not caring about how she yowled and scratched him. He slipped into an alley, and set her down.

"Kalcifer told me about the egg," he said coldly. "And he told me something very facinating about it."

"Oh? What might that be then?" Mira said smoothly completely confident. She started casually licking her paw, waiting for his answer. "I'm sure I don't have to specify that you shouldn't ever touch me in such a way ever again. Do I make myself clear?" Mira said coldly, her golden eyes sprinkled with fury. She padded over toward Harpsichord and started brushing up against his leg.

"Don't even try it kitty." He snapped. Mira sighed and sat down in front of him, her tail flicking slightly.

"Well, what pathetic fun fact do you want to show off? Spit it out boy!" Mira shivered hard her fur still heavy and cold from the mud.

"He told me you had the power to "control" me," Harpsichord said with a smirk. He bent down and held either side of her fluffy head gently in his hands.

"In my mind, I take consider that a form of servitude. So if that's the case..."

He let her go, still smirking. he stood, and outstretched his arms.

"If that's the case, I am pretty sure you have formed a contract with me!"

Mira's eyes widened and narrowed. "You cannot trust anything that boy says-- especially if he's drugged!" Mira snorted and looked at Harpsichord. "It doesn't matter I will never give my consent."

Mira flicked her tail and looked to the ground. "I told you what that stone did." Mira kept looking at the ground, her eyes now filling up with tears. "It doesn't matter." She said finally as her voice shattered. She turned around and ran down the alley, took a turn then disappeared.

Harpsichord sighed, watching as Mira ran from him. No consent meant no contract, and he knew better than to try to push further. Besides, Mira didn't need his help. She was a strong willed fighter, and Harpsichord loved her for that.

He sat down and closed his eyes. He knew better than to trust Kalcifer, but he was just grabbing at anything he could reach. Even it was a thin thread, he would grab it and hold on for dear life. It was the way he had lived for so imppossibly long that it became his only way of life. He didn't know how to act all calm around humans like Mira did, he didn't know how to make himself so normal looking as Kalcifer, and he didn't even know how Ceille had managed to keep herself so distant from the rest of the world.

He envied all the people he came in contact with. Maybe that's why he was always so cold to Mira and the others.

Maybe that's why he became a demon.

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