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Acosmist - Moonknight

XIII. Deals.

Masterlist Part 12 Rest of my work. Warnings: None.

Lucilla makes her decision.

Usually Lucilla was good at making the right decision when it came to the Egyptian Gods. However ever since Marc came back into her life alongside the introduction of Arthur Harrow, it's not been as easy.

So, if Lucilla Spector told you that she legitimately debated on the matter, then you'd have to believe it. Because she genuinely did.

"Do not go to Harrow, Lucilla." Ptah explained as he watched Lucilla pace around the living room once Arthur had left.

"Because you've been as honest as he has," she stated sarcastically. "It took you so many years just to tell me you were with Ant. It took him a day."

"There was a reason I never told you any of this. Antony specifically ordered it."

"Oh to hell with what Ant told you Ptah. He's not here anymore so don't pretend to care." Lucilla snapped. She was sick and tired of hearing about bloody Antony from Ptah. It was all they were talking about now. "You wanted to go to Cairo, Harrow is how we get there." She reasoned, making her way back into her room.

"There are other ways."

"None that I can afford," Lucilla muttered. Flights from London to Cairo were over £100 and she was struggling to pay her rent as it is. A trip to Cairo would only scupper her only living arrangement. She turned to her wardrobe and pulled out a large rucksack. There was pause as Lucilla recognised the bag. It was the bag that was returned to Lucilla with Ant's items from his last trip. Over the past few years his things were emptied and moved to different places around the apartment but a couple items of his remained in the bag. A dark green cap and a small dagger lied at the bottom.

Lucilla recognised the dagger almost instantly. It was the one Ant gave to her the day before he left. She had wondered where it had gotten to. Must've gotten mixed up with Ant's stuff a few years ago during her move from the house.

It was surprising. If someone had told Lucilla a couple of years ago that she was going to loose the two closest people to her from Marc's actions, she simply laughed it off. She would laugh mainly because she had close to none contact with Marc back then and a good relationship with an easy life forming. Everything was going great for the girl a few years ago. However, in the end, life is a single circle with a few twists. The same actions and consequences have so return every so often to haunt you.

"Please don't kill me," Lucilla whispered under her breath as she made her decision. She wanted answers to every single question she had about the people around her, and at the moment the only clear way of getting them was through Arthur Harrow. It wasn't what Ptah or Ant could've wished for but Lucilla wanted to know what happened and why she's now involved.

To who she was requesting to avoid killing her was unclear, even for herself. But Lucilla dug her hand into the bag and pulled out the hat. The scuff marks where exactly how she remembered them. A small smile came to her face as she remembered the Ant's face when Lucilla used to throw the hat at the man before leaving the house.

The cap was quickly placed onto Lucilla's head and the knife was carefully slid into her pocket. The woman took a deep breath before filling the bag up with clothes. There wasn't much that Lucilla put into the bag however it was only the essentials. It was enough to last a week minimum.

Ptah remained silent while Lucilla got ready to leave the flat. There wasn't much for him to stop Lucilla, once her mind was set to something there was nothing to do to stop her. Besides, she would still be completing what Ptah required either way. He even remained silent as the girl left her apartment and headed towards the place Mr Harrow said he'd be.

And be there he was. He was stood directly in the middle of the square, leaning on his cane just watching the direction Lucilla walked from. He wasn't difficult to spot as he didn't wear anything similar to average Londoners. He wasn't surprised by Lucilla's decision.

"Ms Spector," Arthur greeted loudly as the girl entered hearing distance. "Glad, you accepted my offer."

"Ditto," Lucilla forced a smile as she greeted the man. "I help you, you answer my questions, right?" She questioned, adjusting her sleeves as she reached the man.

"I believe that was what I implied," Harrow nodded. "Cairo isn't going to be an simple task, so I hope that suits you as a payment. We don't have much else to repay you with."

"It works," Lucilla nodded ever so slightly at the man.

"Perfect," Harrow smiled as he shifted. His eyes moved across numerous groups of people around them before looking back at Lucilla again. "How about we head somewhere more appropriate? You can leave your stuff there whilst we discuss?"

Lucilla nodded again, moving forwards as Harrow gestured for her to continue walking. He moved to lead the way towards a group of buildings. They weren't like the rest of the houses occupying the streets of London. Well, structurally they were exact copies however they felt and present as something else. It was hard for Lucilla to pinpoint the exact vibe it gave the girl.

"There are quite a few of us housed here so I do apologise about the faces," Harrow apologised as groups of people stopped whatever they were doing to acknowledge Lucilla's presence in their community. There was everything from young children holding their toys tightly to elderly struggling to walk down the steps from their home. They all stood to watch as if they were one person. "We don't get many visitors like you."

"Like Me?" Lucilla questioned cautiously. Her eyes looked over almost every single person there before Harrow let them into the building. However, once Harrow opened the door to a large dining area that could fit a whole town, Lucilla halted. Ptah stood directly in the middle of the dimly lit room with his arms crossed.

"A friend of us," Harrow explained, catching the girl's odd stare in the blank room. "He's there, isn't he?" He asked the question as if he could see exactly what Lucilla could.

She drew in a short breath before shaking her head. "No," was all she muttered before walking into the large hall. Arthur only nodded, knowing that Ptah was with the girl no matter what and they weren't alone in the hall. It was only the three of them.

There was furniture scattered throughout the room. Sofas sat by a large tarp showing a documentary with table and chairs everywhere else. A few storage filled with food units was placed in between the two areas.

"We are a neighbour hood that tries to help each other whenever we can," Harrow explained the neighbourhood to the girl. "We share and teach others our knowledge, grow our own food that's open to everyone." He began to gesture to the shelves beside Lucilla. "We've really improved this place over the past few years. It used to have the highest crime rate but now we don't bother to lock the doors."

"That's impressive," Lucilla replied. Feeling so safe that you didn't feel the need to lock your home's doors was a big trust in your community. The current society couldn't even do that but Harrow managed it far better than anyone could imagine. "Not many can achieve that."

"Everyone knows each other well enough to do so," he reasoned as he lead Lucilla towards the tables. "Are you hungry? The food's free here."

"I'm fine, thanks." Lucilla denied the offer as Harrow sat down at a table. She quickly followed his actions as sat across from the man, letting her bag fall beside her.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," Harrow assumed, receiving a nod from the girl. "I'm afraid I can't answer all of it right now. If I did well, we wouldn't have an agreement here."

"What can you tell me now?" Lucilla questioned. She didn't care when she got the answers she wanted, she just wanted them.

"Your Fiancé was a good man," Harrow explained whilst answering the Girl's question. "He served us well throughout the time we knew him. It was a pleasure to know him before his death. I'm sure you had just as well of time?"

"He was," Lucilla agreed with a small smile. "How did he get into all of this?" She gestured to the building.

It was weird how Ant got into something like this. It was... weird. The community Harrow built wasn't normal. It was as if they were all one person.. sharing one mind.

A laugh exited Harrow's mouth as he smiled at Lucilla's questions. "Antony assisted a few of our residents over seas. He kept in contact with them afterwards for quite a while."

"And Ptah?"

"I'm not sure about that part." Harrow paused to think for a minute, "I'd assume it was if he stumbled across Ptah's tomb in a moment of need but I can't be sure. He never spoke about it nor anything about the god's deeply." He watched Lucilla's eyes fall behind him to where Ptah stood. "Have you tried asking them?"

"No," Lucilla stated, forcing her eyes back onto Harrow. "We haven't spoken much recently." "How come?" Talking to a God about anything was difficult, Harrow knew that with experience with Khonshu, but with Ptah it was even harder. Lucilla learned that from experience. Ptah never gave out information unless it was important.

"He was the one to tell me Ant was apart of this to begin with," She explained quietly. The last thing Lucilla needed was to spill stuff to the man who attack her and Steven last night. However, she had no choice.

"And the deal they made?"

"That i'd take over the role as protection once Ant was one." Arthur only hummed at their words as if he knew the God's deals well. "What?" Lucilla questioned.

"Never knew a God to make a deal that protects anyone but their avatar."

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