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Killian didn't reply as Layla excused herself, feigning hurt by lack of belief in him. But as soon as she left, a slow smile spread across his face. He would give the girl as much time as he needed, because he knew that she wouldn't just leave. She was too curious. Killian turned on his heel and went back inside, through the kitchen to the main house. He wondered what to do while he waited for Layla, but he already knew.

His powers were weak, especially now, during the middle of the day, but the moon was almost full, so he had some small control over them. Closing his eyes as he walked through the building, Killian exhaled and searched for the spark in the darkness that was Layla. His mind brushed hers, barely touching, and then he exerted his will. Like a dark mist, he set a nagging doubt in her mind. It wasn't quite fear, but perhaps the beginnings of uncertainty. He was just withdrawing when he sensed the other female Deity outside the house. With amusement, Killian turned away, wondering how the Spider would react to the escapee.

Killian opened his eyes, and began to walk with more purpose. The fear would bring her around soon, but he would need to wait. Killian turned to walk in the direction of the library. It was a large room, with dozens of shelves filled with hundreds of books. There were books on almost every subject, though the majority were on history. There were journals and diaries of past Deities, forged of course, and maps of almost every land on the planet. Furnished with a warm fireplace and a few comfortable sofas, it was a cosy and safe room.

Stepping through the door, Killian went to a desk in the corner. He sat, and opened one of the drawers, from which he took a small, leather bound book. The book was obviously old, and the pages inside were once of good quality. But now, the pages were flaky and yellowed with age, but the words written on the pages were a stark black ink, and were written in a beautiful flowing script. Killian flicked through the pages until he came to a blank one, and then he picked up a pen. The words he wrote were the words of the fake 'Guardian' persona he had created. He wrote about Layla, and the basic events of the day. The task bored him, but he was reluctant to hunt down any of the other Demons, and even more reluctant to go near the other Blooded ones.