Monk POV:

‘Oh God, this kid is too easy, I should probably tell him that for Tuatha of his specific caste, the male genitalia only surface when one is either peeing, or turned on.’

But that can wait a few more seconds.  Really, this guy is seriously funny.  Even when he thinks I haven’t got a rise out of him, he is just freaking obvious.  I’ll not tell him that his unawakened wings change color to reflect their emotional state.  It’ll be priceless when he finally finds out that they do.

“Heeheehi!  Hahahahah~!  But, hehe, but seriously though, it only shows up when your mating or pissing, Bulg said it was akin to a defense mechanism.  A screwed up druid castrated one of your ancestors to use the junk as a holy artifact, messed up right?” Monk

He gives me a death stare.  If I were a normal being, I would probably have flinched, at least.  Thing is, I have had death stares from the one person capable of killing me, so this is akin to a baby looking angry, it has the opposite effect from what is desired.

‘Really kid, you are perhaps the most fun I’ve had since Tesla!  I wonder how Shirley’s doing?  Seriously, why did he ask me to give his pidgeon laser eyes instead of fixing his crippling debt?  Then again, his screws were a little loose…’

Oscar POV:

‘One of these days…  anyways, that was one hell of alot of info.  But seriously though?  Why the hell do I get stuck with this shit!  Now I gotta go all breaker of chai-- when did they get there?’

I was currently starting at the pack of wolves that, despite being half as big as that bear, had shown up without making a noise, and were staring up at me with hungry eyes.  They were all black as night, and had yellow, gleaming eyes.  How they managed to show up without me noticing is beyond me, I mean, there has to be thirty of them at least!

“What are you-- oh, yeah, that’s new.  This kid, is a Direwolf.  Things are almost as strong as an earth bear, and many times faster.  They won’t leave us alone until dawn comes around, so get comfortable and sleep.  I’ll make sure you don’t fall down, that would be bad.” Monk

I do notice a look of nostalgia in Monk’s eyes.  Direwolves on earth went extinct thousands of years ago, so just how old is Monk?  Questions for later.  Right now I should probably do as he says.

Though I can’t seem to shake a single question from my mind.  Why am I so calm?

Scryer POV:

“Umm, master, something's happened to the pool.” Acolyte

I look up from the pile of scrolls and papers that clutter my desk to see one of the many acolytes of this temple.  I am slightly annoyed that she saw fit to intrude upon my work, some disciplinary action would have to be taken to teach this girl some respect.  Why would she even consider interrupting my work just for a half-demon's awakening.  After all, the real Demons are already sealed away within the ancient weapons.  I shake my head and get back to work, only acknowledging her with words.

“Let me guess, the pool rippled?” Scryer

“Y-yes but--” Acolyte

“What is the protocol for when the pool ripples?” Scryer

“W-we send a squad of Demon Hunters, but--” Acolyte

“So why are you here instead of speaking giving out missions to the Demon Hunters?” Scryer

“Because the pool stopped.” Acolyte

I look at her, irritated.

‘Why the fuck did she decide to interrupt my word just to tell me that a half-demon died right after awakening?’

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I put my quill down and give her a heart warming smile.  As she seems to be sweating a great deal more, it would appear that my smile had the desired effect.

“Then why, dear acolyte, did you feel it necessary to tell me that nothing of importance has occurred?  Have you been neglecting your studies, or have your teachers failed to instruct you that the Scryer should only be disturbed when a true demon awakens?” Scryer

“M-master, the pool didn’t stop rippling, it simply.. Stopped!  The water isn’t moving at all!” Acolyte

I raised a quizical eyebrow.

‘Did someone use an ice spell on it?  If so, this is, yet again, not my problem.’

She huffs.

“It’ll be easier if I show you.” Acolyte

I get out of my chair and follow after her.  This has somehow peeked my curiosity.  My job has gotten slower ever since the last demon was apprehended and bound into the Eye of Truth.  Any who posses the Eye can see any and all magic, some tales say it can even see lies.  The eye was constructed a century ago, back when I was still a young, hot blooded scryer with dreams of finding a Demon’s Dun.  Now I have been reduced to hunting half-demons.

At least they make good components for alchemy.

The walk from my office to the Pool of sight, or the pool as it is referred to, is rather short, however along the way we come across several other acolytes who bow in respect, waiting for me to pass before returning to their duties.  

Eventually we reach the pool, and I am rather surprised by the sight.  Just as the acolyte had said, the pool had simply stopped.  The oddly large ripples caused by the demonic presence had stopped mid arc.  The weird thing being, it wasn’t frozen like I had assumed, at least, not frozen in the conventional sense.  I had gotten closer to the pool to inspect it more accurately, then poked it, and was surprised by what I saw.  The ripples caused by the Demonic presence were the only ones that stopped, the rest kept moving as if nothing happened.

‘So, whatever I’m dealing with is capable of stopping the tracking effect of the pool, but this also confused the pool, meaning the magic is keeping the ripples in place.  Strange…’

“Send a squad of Demon Hunters to this forest.  I want to know immediately whats causing this.” Scryer

“Master, it’s several miles away, it will take days for them to reach the forest, should I also give them a communication stone?” Acolyte

Communication stones are Demon bound artifacts that are made from a very specific type of demon.  Being Demon bound, these artifacts are highly expensive.

“Hmm… I want you to go with them if we are to entrust an artifact with them.  I would prefer one of my Acolytes watch over it, rather than some Demon Hunters.” Scryer

Demon Hunters only know how to hunt and kill, they do not understand how to properly care for the gifts from the heavens that are these blessed artifacts.

‘Thankfully I have one right here.’

“You shall go with them.  I want you to gather as much information as you can about how he was able to confuse the pool.  If this technique becomes common knowledge, the half-demons may very well undo all our efforts.  Now go.” Scryer

‘Oh thank the gods.  I thought I was going die of boredom in that damn office.  Please tell me there’s going to be another purge!  That would be wonderful!’