The City had succumbed to absolute chaos over the last few months; which at first, to the Nephilim was absolutely, without a doubt, entertaining. There were many times that she found the city to be somewhat sleepy if she took away the drama which surrounded The Bradford siblings with their Father as well as the trouble that she often found Siobhan in. Those moments of down time were usually welcomed, but as of late, things in her own life seemed somewhat normal, thus, the chaos which erupted in the city was just what the doctor ordered. It gave the ex-assassin reason to get herself into fights, and get away with it if her Detective Sister questioned her once again why her knuckles were battered and bruised. Not only did this give her a form of entertainment, it also served her as a distraction; many would not believe that she had allowed herself to open up to a guy, yet she had - only for him to disappear from the face of the earth, like a few before him. So, it was so surprise, at least to her, that she needed to keep herself occupied so she could stop her thoughts from venturing to her terrible love life. However, there were only so many fights she could get into, without that getting boring; after all, she had spent most of her life in battle, or maybe, she was simply growing up.

Once Rissa had completed her good deed of the day - cleaning up the messes of the latest violent breakout, she couldn't think of any better reward than the local bar to drink herself into a state of oblivion which would consequently help her sleep at night. The Nephilim placed herself at the corner of the bar, and insisted that the barman kept an open tab for her considering it was still very early in the evening and she had nothing planned for the following day. With the beer in hand, she eagerly took a very needed swig which triggered a pleasurable sigh to bypass her lips. The barman began to make small talk with her, which under any normal circumstance, she would have hated yet for some peculiar reason, the chat was welcomed even if she had no interest in the conversation or the latest gossip of who went home with who from the bar last night. With that in mind, she playfully placed a series of bets with the man behind the bar on who would be next to leave with another; and it was safe to say that her name never made the list of potentials which pleased her despite many trying their luck over the last few years of her frequenting the bar.

The hours passed fairly quickly, in fact, they passed just as quickly as the beers in her hand did; in fact, she even surprised herself just how quickly she knocked back the alcohol - clearly something was bothering her and, as normal, she was not ready to face the problem head on. Avoidance was key. Clarissa began to slump on the stool, her spine arching as she rested her arms on the bar, and then her cheek on her forearms; the bar man insisted she should head home which consequently lead to her snapping a quick 'no' his direction - she was not ready to face her thoughts alone, not yet. Her lavender coloured eyes closed contently as she listened to the buzz around her; from the music, to people simply enjoying themselves but none of those were enough to completely catch her attention until one particular voice spoke above the music to order their next round. The Nephilim forwarded her brow before lifting her head - her gaze trying to adjust into focus at the male who stood a few stools down from her.

Wyatt Brookes? No way, it couldn't be - it definitely had to be her beer goggles playing tricks on her mind. Confused and rather baffled were the only words which could be used to describe her expression as she looked over at the male; yet the moment she found him catching her stare, she quickly and rather unsteadily composed herself to focus on the beer bottle in her hand. "You know it's rude to stare?" She slurred ever so slightly but loud enough for the male to hear her; it was him, it was definitely him and to not give him the satisfaction that she could remember him, she would play aloof and dumb to his being.

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Stepping into the room had Wyatt in awe for more seconds than they had to spare. He couldn't help it. There were far more objects on countless shelves than he had anticipated and that was because the space was undoubtedly enchanted. It was much larger than it should've been given the size physically available and that was plainly obvious even without the lights being on. He supposed it shouldn't be surprising though, given that just because the man was human, didn't mean he didn't have supernatural friends. Especially when much of his dealings had to do with magical artifacts of that world. That and whatever experiments Donovan may have connections with when it came to the facility Abigail was running where Clarissa had been taken. The millionaire was more than a little bit of a mystery and Wyatt wondered what else he may be getting into given his status of power and money.

The diviner finally snapped to and turned to close the door behind them. Clarissa's inquiry on whether there was a spell to keep the door closed made him pause for a moment before telekinetically moving two of the heavy shelves to block anyone's chance of getting in. It in turn blocked their way out, but that could be a problem for future Wyatt to deal with. "How's that?" he grinned and swung the gun strap around to put the weapon on his back just as she turned the light on. He couldn't help but whimper slightly again at just how awesome the room was. "Right.. focus. Focus." 

Wyatt clapped his hands together and began scanning the rows. His eyes moved over the various objects from all over the world, from centuries past. From what he could tell, it seemed everything was separated by date and region which could potentially make this much easier a hunt. "Japan... China... Russia..." he muttered to himself as he passed each section of the room in search of Africa, but he could hear Clarissa's words echoing off the walls in the vastness. "The real me? I would imagine there would be a lot of pain and then death." Wyatt's tone was completely matter of fact, but it was just because he was too focused on the task then. The cypher was all that mattered and as he turned the next corner to continue the search, he nearly bumped into Clarissa. He could see then how nervous she seemed to be. It was an emotion he was not used to seeing on the nephilim's face. She was always so collected and confident. Bringing her along was suddenly feeling like a very selfish move on his part after everything they'd just been through. What she'd lost in the process. He wasn't sure what to say just then to reassure her in the quiet as he held her gaze, but it was broken by the sound of his watch going off. The alarm that indicated they had five minutes until the spell wore off. Not that it mattered very much now.

Pressing the button on his watch to end the noise, he looked to Clarissa again and was about to say that everything would be okay. That they would somehow get out of this without any more scars, but just behind her was the start of the shelving to Africa where much of it dated back to ancient times. "Here," he breathed out, quickly moving to the artifacts. Weapons, statues, canopic jars, even mummies in their sarcophagi. It was separated by region and dates, moving from the Old Kingdom to New. He quickly skimmed through the many pieces that made up the collection of the New Kingdom and with it, objects that undoubtedly came from Akhenaten's reign. It only took moments for him to find a box that was entirely gold and on it, the symbol of the sun shining down over the pharaoh's head. However, it was not made by the king, instead it was that of his wife who seemed to be the one that left a message across it. "I really need to brush up on my ancient Egyptian," he murmured, letting his fingers glide over the hieroglyphics as he hurriedly tried to translate what he believed might be what they were looking for. Visually, he knew the scroll was a perfect match, but he couldn't be wrong. He had to make sure. 

A loud bang suddenly echoed through the room and there was no doubt it was coming from behind the door he'd barricaded. "Looks like our time is running out." Wyatt turned to Clarissa then. "Go look for the Divine Chronicle or something that maybe mentions it, I've got this. I would guess early AD since that is the earliest I've heard of your species beginning to appear on Earth, well, recorded anyway. Somewhere in the Middle East. Being nephilim, maybe you'll even sense it when near because who knows the actual language it might be in." Another bang and he could hear the pieces falling off the shelves he'd used to bar the door with which made him internally die a little as they broke and shattered on the floor in the distance. "Go. I'll be there in a second and then we get the hell out of here."

Clarissa kept an eye on the man she had just knocked out as she had now stopped using her powers on him to keep him unconscious. Considering the strength of the fatal blow she did wonder if he would ever wake and if so, would there be any damage? Likely so. However, she wouldn’t be around long enough to ever find that out. She nodded at Wyatt and knew it was time for her to have a quick but thorough search for The Divine Chronicle. Clarissa took a steadying breath and muttered a string of words together in an attempt to sort herself out, she knew that the way she was behaving would absolutely get them caught or at least herself which would then lead Wyatt into a sticky situation.

Rissa essentially, metaphorically speaking, slapped herself across the face and allowed her body to visually shudder as she pulled herself together. This seemed to work as soon enough her spine lengthed, her shoulders broadened themselves out, and her chin rose to ooze the confidence she once had… Until recently. Considering how quickly her demeanor changed, one could argue that she was possessed, and in the world that they lived in, that would not be surprising. She nodded to Wyatt, undoubtedly putting all of her trust in him that he had it, with it being those who attempted to tear down the door between them and that he would join her when the timing was just right. “You better be right there” The words were laced with an authoritative tone, and if he even dared to leave it to the last second, she wouldn’t be afraid to give him a piece of her mind and wrath. 

The Nephilim hurried through the aisles of artifacts with a steady grace, although she was not using any of her powers on anything in particular, she did continue to allow the magic to pump through her veins; and so, her eyes remained with a constant glow. Slender digits wiggled slightly, as if they were using the unseen currents in the air to guide her to the correct place; hoping that if the book was here, it would be giving off a vibe. Rissa tuned in so much so that the sound of the door being beaten and violated became background music which then consequently became silence. Slowly, but surely another sound became deafening and it caused Rissa to sharply turn her head to one side, and down an aisle which was consumed by darkness. 

The lure of the hum came from the depths of the unwelcoming darkness, Clarissa exhaled. “Of course” She rolled her eyes and entered the darkness, allowing it to consume her completely. With the darkness removing her sight, Rissa extended her arms and dragged her fingertips along the shelves, collecting dust as she did so. If she chose to really think about it, it was probably a test to search without sight; for this item was to be found by the soul. It was incredibly unnerving for Rissa to move without sight; it was part of her training many, many moons ago but nevertheless, it was still incredibly unpleasant. Rissa pressed on, her focus solely on the shift in the air although she continued to shift back to the chaos to which she left Wyatt to fend for himself. “Wyatt! A second has passed.Time to move your ass” Of course, she hadn’t a clue as to whether they had entered and captured him but for now, and he would say it too, the book was the priority, not him. That would be an argument for another day, of course, but for now, if she wanted her wings back she would have to agree. 

Without much thought, Rissa felt her fingers wrapped around a small and slim item. It was almost too hot to touch but the heat was nothing but pleasant to her skin. Without sight, she hadn’t the foggiest of what it could be, but it felt right. It felt as if it belonged to her. “Wyatt!” She shouted once more, the echo bouncing off the emptiness of the room, it gave her the impression the room was much bigger than they ever anticipated and it made her wonder just how far she had walked in this darkness; just how far away from Wyatt she was. 

An extra level of darkness came into her blindness, it was darker than the air around it. She waited, braced for whatever may come her way until the familiar scent surrounded her - Wyatt. Although the air continued to shift, the atmosphere forever changing but certainly not for the better. “They’re here, aren’t they” Rissa clutched the baton shaped item in her hand and felt for Wyatt with the other. “This mizmaze, we’re within its clutches. I feel they have us perhaps just where they want us” She exhaled. "I have a funny feeling, these aisles around us shift and move to capture any thieves"  

Wyatt's fingertips swiftly moved over the glyphs on the box as the banging was relentless. He tried to tune it out to concentrate and not let the impending confrontation distract him from why they were there in the first place. Being separated from Clarissa was already making his anxiety peak, so he took a steadying breath and cleared his throat. "Come on, Brookes," he mumbled to himself. Some of the translation was still unclear and damaged from the thousands of years that it was hidden from wherever Donovan had found it. Though, as expected, the one thing that was obvious to him was Akhenaten's wife putting a clear warning on the box that following the path that would lead to the treasure was cursed. "Naturally..."

A final commotion and Wyatt knew they had broken through. He gripped the box and moved further backward into the aisle as Clarissa's voice was not far off. He ran to where he assumed it came from, turning a corner and stopping abruptly. An unnatural darkness was consuming half the row and it was impossible to see to the end of it. "Clarissa!" The sound of pounding boots was not far away and he glanced over his shoulder, knowing the guards would be on them in moments. "Shit." 

He jogged into the swallowing black and felt the air shift immediately. It had dropped in temperature and was eerily quiet, though he knew the men who were coming for them were right behind. Their voices and movements were completely gone now as if he stepped into another world. Wyatt could feel his skin prickling like there was electricity in the air. It was effecting his magic use. He didn't even dare try and light the surroundings with a simple spell. The nothingness was more terrifying than the people who were after them. At least then he could see what was coming. Not knowing what was there was ten times worse.

The sound of Clarissa's voice gave him some relief and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "I'm not even sure where here is," he responded, reaching out for her. His fingers slid into hers. Wyatt had to agree. This was some kind of magical trap they were in. He'd seen and read about them before, but had never had the pleasure of experiencing a mizmaze himself. Even the magical kind. He really wanted to meet the diviner Donovan had in his employment. "They should've caught up to us by now." And it was true, but they were still alone. Or so it felt like. 

The sound of metal moving and scraping echoed through the darkness and all around them, meaning the walls of the maze were shifting. Wyatt had no idea if it was leading them a certain way which would undoubtedly be an unpleasant end. He also wondered if Donovan was watching them from the outside, smiling at their current predicament. "Here," he said, handing the box off to her and pulling out his amulet from underneath his shirt, wrapping his fingers around it for a moment. The tethering it had to him tapped into his lifeforce and he used it to provide them with at least some lighting, though very minimal as the amulet glowed softly. The tradeoff for the light made him wince at the pain, his breathing becoming more shallow, but he ignored it as best as he could. He turned to face her and saw the person he recognized again. His hand came to Clarissa's face for a brief pause to their current situation. He gave her a tired smile before dropping his arm and attempting to get a better look at their surroundings in the labyrinth. "See anything?" 

A huge amount of relief washed over her when Wyatt came into view and took ahold of her hand; they were reunited and in her eyes unstoppable. Although they were both powerful as individuals, together they could take on the world and thus, she was afraid but not enough to think that they wouldn’t get out of this alive. Rissa wrapped her fingers through his and took the box in her other hand, balancing the baton and the box with ease as she glanced at the small amount of light which came from his amulet. With a little bit of light, she saw his recognisable face. “I prefer this face” She joked as his hand came up to rest against her cheek.   “Not yet. Come on” She retook his spare hand and closed her eyes; strangely believing doing so would help them in some way or another. 

The sounds of the walls were off putting and the intense darkness around them could easily trigger the keen over-imagination. Rissa took some steadying breath to stop her imagination becoming too wild, however, it wouldn’t be too shocking to find that there were some creatures in this room to keep people away from things and to make sure that they didn’t get out alive. “He must know some powerful Diviners to be able to pull something like this out of the bag” She commented and glanced at Wyatt, raising a singular brow at his shallow breathing. “How much is the amulet taking from you?” She asked curiously, attempting to keep her mind calm and not overthink their situation. 

There was some reassurance that the guards had yet to catch up with them, it meant that they didn’t know where they were and that they had not received any further training to tackle this challenge. “Not yet. But to have this darkness, I don’t think we can find it with our eyes” She commented. “It’s how I found the other item in my hand” Rissa spoke truthfully, and so with that bit of information, she closed her eyes once more and pulled them to a stop. Due to the fact that neither of them could hear the guards, Rissa felt comfortable enough to remain standing still for a moment; to allow the air to shift around them. She gently hushed Wyatt and her brows furrowed as her hearing strained passed the deafening sound of silence and the walls shifted. 

Moments later, her ears twitched at a gentle sound. “This way” Rissa tugged on Wyatt’s arm and followed her gut; leading him down many, many alleyways. The closer they got, the louder the sound of trickling water got. With the gleam of light of his amulet, Rissa could see a draining system or sewage system just off the floor. “I think we could fit in that?” She questioned Wyatt, and she could see the apprehension on his face. “It could take us anywhere but at least it wont leave us trapped in this maze” Clarissa leaned down and removed her heels and began to kick at the bars which separated them. 

Clarissa squeezed herself through the small gap in the wall and grimaced as her bare feet were submerged in water; she had no idea whether it was sewage or not. Not that Wyatt needed it, but she offered a hand out to him as he wiggled his way down through. Despite their situation, Rissa couldn’t help but laugh “We live such normal lives” She joked as they moseyed their way down the tunnels. They moved in darkness for a while before a light became noticeable at the end of the tunnel. 

“Do you think we’re safe out there? His grounds are huge, we might not have even made it halfway down his garden” Rissa stared at what possibly could be their freedom or ultimately their demise. 

"Don't worry about it," he replied to her inquiry on how the amulet was pulling his life energy. She didn't need the details of its cost right now. Wyatt's eyes searched their surroundings, but there was nothing but the backsides of the shelving that felt like prison walls. He knew if they didn't come up with something soon, Donovan would undoubtedly capture them. This magical trap wasn't going to give away any secrets from what he could tell and time was running out. However, hearing Clarissa's response made him pause and turn when she mentioned finding something else which she currently carried in her hand. He hadn't even noticed it in the dark and could barely make out the outline of it since the glow of his amulet was blocking it out in shadow still. Did she find the Chronicle? "You found it?!"

But he was hushed, which was fine with him. Current circumstances meant getting out was more important and his excitement that she'd found something so important on so many levels would have to be curbed for now. The walls began to shift again, but he could barely see the movements in the dark. However, a feeling told him that they were being stalked by something unseen in the blackness. Wyatt's head swiveled around on instinct, but of course he could see absolutely nothing. The want to pull Clarissa onward was overwhelming, but he stayed planted beside her, trusting whatever she was apparently onto. His legs felt like jelly when she finally pulled him along and continuing through the twisting maze.

Wyatt didn't know what was guiding her, but the sound of the water was suddenly a beacon to him. He scoffed and shook his head at her question, looking at the grating. "Agreed. It's a lot better than being in here." As Clarissa managed to open their current way out, that feeling like something was there in the dark was back again and two eyes appeared far back down the hallway they'd just come from. "Oh, hell no..." he muttered quietly. From its appearance, it seemed like whatever it was was at waist height, perhaps some kind of animal. He wasn't keen on finding out. The sound of splashing indicated Clarissa had gotten through and he shrugged off his tuxedo jacket, having more of a tight squeeze to get in given his broader shoulders. The eyes were moving closer until the walls shifted and it was all darkness again. Wyatt shimmied some more and felt the burn on his back from the metal scraping against his skin. With a final twisting of his shoulder, he was through the gap, just as the eyes became visible again and appeared to be rising in height much taller than him. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to fit in after them. "Yeah, totally normal," he replied, grabbing Clarissa's hand and being the one to tug her along this time to not give whatever that was the chance to catch up with them.

The further they went, the more Wyatt could feel his magic returning slowly. The water splashed up over them as they ran through the tunneling and he could also see the light. He wanted to believe it was safety, but she was right, the grounds were huge and he had no idea where they were in comparison. Once they reached the source of the light, Wyatt looked up to see that it was a thick glass opening above them, shining down to where they stood in the center of a chamber. Two of the walls were all closed off, a third seeming to be a heavy metal door with a hatch wheel that was airtight, and the fourth leading down the tunnel they'd just come from. He first ran to the rusted wheel and attempted to turn it, but it was pointless. There was clear water damage and from what he could tell, a water line that went to the top of the ceiling. Wyatt's mind worked. The source of the water and now this door.. the opening above them where the bright light was shining down into.. "It's the fountain," he scoffed, shaking his head with a smirk and looking to Clarissa. "The look-at-me-I'm-a-billionaire-who's-compensating fountain in the front of the manor." He had the feeling Donovan must've used this for a possible escape route should he ever need it.

Wyatt's eyes landed on a lever near the rusted door which showed just as much wear from neglect. He wondered when the last time anyone touched it. The chamber was hundreds of years old, so it had to have been just as old as the property. The diviner lowered himself and put his weight against it as it gave resistance. Suddenly, a loud clanging came from down the tunneling which meant something was coming for them. Wyatt kicked the lever and it swung with a high pitched creaking. The hatch above swung down and a rushing sea of water began to fill the room from above at the same moment a solid iron door began to lower in front of the opening leading back out of the tunnel. Whatever it was that was coming after them wouldn't be getting through now. It also meant they had no other way out.

He prepared for the inevitable swim they were going to be taking as the water lifted them off their feet, rising closer to the opening. Wyatt swam over to Clarissa and wrapped an arm around her waist, lining up with their way out. "Don't say I never took you anywhere exciting." Once able, the diviner pulled himself through the opening and reached down for Clarissa, grabbing her and lifting her out as she clutched to their newly acquired items. They stood soaking wet in the middle of the giant fifty foot round marble fountain with its towering statues. The water that would normally be tumbling from the mouths of the stone fish or basins of the naked women only dribbled now. 

The valet that had welcomed them earlier in the night stood with his mouth gaping. Several of the guests who were mingling outside had similar expressions. Wyatt sloshed over to the young valet who hadn't moved yet and simply stared at them. His hands dug into his pants pockets which clung to him. "Honey, did I give you the ticket?" he called over his shoulder nonchalantly as if everything was perfectly normal happening around them. "Ah, here it is." He handed over the ticket which was nearly torn apart. Wyatt simply smiled at him. "We're kind of in a hurry, so if you could..."

"STOP!" A booming voice came from behind them and up on the stairs were some of the armed guards who came rushing down towards them. Thankfully they weren't shooting given the chance that they could actually hit some of the guests which would be bad for business on Donovan's part. He was suddenly glad for the million steps they had to come down which he thought stupid earlier.

"Time to go, darling." Wyatt hopped up on top of the tall side to the fountain and pulled Clarissa up and over. He snatched the ticket back from the valet who still stood dumbfounded while the pair ran across the grounds towards the cars.

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