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It was a strange feeling, learning what she was. Equal parts disorienting and liberating. What was more strange is learning that she wasn’t alone. Mordred was honestly surprised that she had not detected Sofia before, but it wasn’t like she had been looking. And she had heard of Gravi once or twice. Hell, she had certainly visited the restaurant enough times, but she never took it upon herself to meet the owner.
She looked down at the scribbled address, the paper crumpled from her gripping it so tight, Mordred fighting her nerves as she took a deep breath and approached the house, hesitating only for a moment before knocking.
“Yes, hi. I’m sorry to bother you, its...Gravi, right? I’m Mordred. I’m an...acquaintance of Lucifer.” God, could she be more awkward? “I was hoping to talk to you, if now isn’t a bad time.”















