“Why don’t we just release the seal on his memory instead of going around and playing house like this?” 

Freyja did not understand why they had to be very careful around Noah, and befriended him instead of getting to the point and telling him that they were family and they would help him find Morrigan by any means necessary. 

The method that Dottore applied to Noah was taking too much time and frankly, she wanted to fight Noah to see how powerful he was since she never met any nephilim that Lucifer had sired before.

“Dottore told us that it’s dangerous. Even Luci was afraid, he sealed his son’s power, so the only thing we can do right now is find Morrigan first.” Freyr answered his sister while they went back home after a satisfying meal. “Besides, it’s fun being his friend. He has very interesting things going on for him, you know, him with his merry band of demon slayers. We might stumble into very interesting things with him around – and with us being in the same field of work.” He chuckled.

“Huh. You like him.” Freyja could read Freyr like the back of her own hand. 

The man would not be willing to play around like this if he didn’t like the person, and Freyja knew that if her brother hated someone… oh boy.

“I do, as much as I like Blake.” He grinned at his sister and Freyja rolled her eyes.

“Are you trying to be a matchmaker now?” She punched his arm playfully.

“Hmm, do you want me to?” Freyr quirked his brow to tease his sister, and she punched him more without answering.

“Do you want to go to Stellaris with me? I got something to do there.” She changed the topic and it’s Freyr’s turn to frown.

“Stellaris? Is that the new and upcoming nightclub near the Morgan Academy? Do you have some clues about the case?”

“Maybe, I just heard from the students that they often go there to relax and to find a partner for a one night stand. Maybe someone has seen the victim before, or maybe engaged in flagrante delicto with him – her. Whatever that creature wants to be called according to his/her mom.”

“Interesting. I’ll join you then.”

Azusa had accepted this job without informing Azuma and Noah because she wanted to prove that she was as capable as them – without their help.

Ever since she botched the last mission that cost her innocent lives, she was haunted by her decision. What if she cast aside her pride instead of insisting to handle everything herself? Would the victims still be alive now?

Noah did not blame her since it was a sudden big swarm and she was alone. They were thankful that she was not harmed and the victims were only minimal, but still she couldn’t shake the guilt that had been festering in her heart all this time. She wanted to make amends for her failure, so when the job came through the dark web about the missing people from Morgan Academy, she decided to take it and investigated their whereabouts – which led to Stellaris.

To enter the Stellaris, she decided to go undercover as a new and rising star, and to make her cover believable, she decided to see the new and famous designer Saki – who fell in love with her face and figure, and decided to make her a stunning dress.

The dress was so beautiful that Azusa couldn’t believe her luck. Saki was a very difficult man and he only took a liking to those who tickled his fancy. At first, she was thinking that she was lucky if she could get an off the rack dress – which sold out like popcorn – but then Saki himself suddenly appeared and dragged her to the back room where he measured her in detail and finally sent her this gorgeous dress.

Of course the price was also eye-watering, but it was worth it – after all, a couture Saki dress was one-of-a-kind and no one would be able to guess that she was not an up and coming starlet. On top of that, Noah paid her very generously and she didn’t really spend her money on things, so she could afford a Saki dress – or two.

She entered Stellaris easily because the bodyguard waved her in the moment she stepped out of her prized red BMW convertible, and she quickly scanned the crowd before she settled down on the bar while looking for anything suspicious – when she saw him.

That man looked like a fish out of water with his crumpled white shirt, overwashed jeans, and a hard look on his handsome face. But when their eyes met, time seemed to stop.

Azusa noticed that his eyes darkened and his pupils dilated – a sign that he felt the same – but when she finally composed herself, she noticed the familiar stance of a cop and she quickly ran toward the VIP area.

If the cops were here, she didn’t want anything to do with them, especially since her method was not as kosher as the human law stated. And besides, she was sure that she was dealing with supernatural force.

The VIP area was where the more unsavory dealings happened – such as drugs exchange or sexual favors – and everything was kept tight under the lid of management.

She knew that she had to go into the manager’s office to access their computer and copy their contents – without anyone noticing. But since she had learned the manager’s schedule, he would be gone soon to one of the VIP rooms for a little tryst with his mistress, and that was the window of opportunity that she aimed for.

It was a busy night at Stellaris with many VIPs coming, and Sean couldn’t help but smile.

He was the one who oversaw everything and without his boss knowing, he secured a deal with many entertainment groups to provide fresh, young starlets to their VIPs – aside from any type of drugs that they provided as well.

In short, Stellaris became famous overnight because of Sean’s work behind the scenes – and not in a good way.

But when he got news that Artemis – the hottest topic since she debuted 5 years ago – graced his abode with her presence, he was torn between excitement and confusion.

Excited, because she was a very famous actress that would surely make headlines and bring more customers into Stellaris – but confused because she never stepped foot into any night establishment like Stellaris even when she was invited and paid for her appearance. 

And somehow, it sowed the seed of doubt within his heart that somehow, something big must be going on in the club tonight – and he bit his nails in anxiety before he placed a call to his fixer.