Legacy: part 1

“I must insist, madam, that you do not—”  Professor Lyngarod spun around as Housekeeper kept walking.

“He can not find the sword.” The elderly, female, housekeeper replied.

“What?” The Professor asked.

“Do you think I have not tried Mr. Lyngarod” The housekeeper said sternly “I’m unaware of how he even knows it's a sword. But it is the only thing he has ever insisted on. That, and that he has no idea where it is.”

“His connection with a visual aetheric current would provide a visual citation unlike any we’ve—” 
“Everyone sees a sword.” Renee replied. “No matter the power. No matter the type of connection it's always a sword.”

The Professor looked back at the housekeeper, opening his mouth, closing again as she spoke.
“I am no stranger to these sorts of matters, professor.” The housekeeper replied before he could speak. “You may of course look around. You will not find anything in this house changed, however.”
“Well then, perhaps we will witness some changes.” The Professor turned around. “Reginald Upstairs. Renee, downstairs.”

Reginald put an arm out in front of Renee as both walked towards the stairs at first. “Professor?” The Professor turned around. “Would it be alright, if Renee did upstairs?”

The Professor tilted his head. “Doesn't your ability work better closer to a clock?”

Reginald blinked. “Is that why I'm always sent upstairs!?” He stomped towards the professor who began to provide excuses while Reginald continued to yell.

“Look, you’re right. I’m sorry. I… Renee!” The professor shouted to no reply before waving it off.

Renee was already halfway up the stairs when the professor called. Assured she would not be called again, she began walking around the hallways encircling the lower courtyard. Her hair, her basic shape, sometimes even gender changed but nothing interesting to her. She started to feel a bit disheartened, and looked around worried before her eyes went wide.

The boy rolled over so was now facing the girl that just entered his room. “Who are you?” He blinked a few times before sitting up. “What do you even want?”

“What, you’re not gonna tell me?” Renee said, pointing at the night sky rolling through the ceiling. “No interest at all?”

“None with a girl who only wants the stars.” The boy replied, turning his head away.

“Well, how about your name?” Renee asked, hopping up on to the elevated bed. “My is Renee. You know since you asked.”

The boy looked back over to Renee. “Lucas,” he replied.

“Lucas! Where is this man’s journal!?” The housekeeper shouted up.

Lucas sighed, and put his face in his hand. “The cat knocked it behind the table!” 

Renee looked at him. “You know that before?”

“It was a small thing… pretty obvious.” Lucas replied. Renee paused.

“When?” Renee asked.

“What?” Lucas replied.

“When?” She repeated.

“Ugh, like an hour ago, why? Hey!” Lucas got up and went after Renee.

“Reginald?” Professor Lyngarod went over concerned. Reginald put a hand out in front of him.
“What are these gears? Because they are stunning.” Reginald said. “A symphony, and I’ve never heard it before!” he replied, stumbling around. “What is this… this connection? What has occured?”
“Professor!” Renee said coming down with Lucas.

“Renee not now!” The Professor replied.

“Who is this child!?” The housekeeper asked as she walked in on the scene. “You assured me there were 3 of you! Who was this with you, Lucas?”

“This is,” Professor Lyngarod sighed. “Still Renee,” he began. “Her gift is Succubus. Normally, her body changes to the… um… well, a preferred appearance. Not necessary of a sexual—”
“You get this harlet out of my house.” The housekeeper replied. “I will not be allowed to defile this gift of stars.”

“Enough!” Lucas shouted. The room turned to him. “Ugh, there’s too much.” 

“Too much desire.” Renee answered before anyone could ask. “You’re… You’re like me.”

“On the mental side,” Renee held Lucas up as struggle to reply. “But yes, stars have nothing to do with—” 

Renee kept him upright as he passed out. “He needs to come with us.” She said before pausing. “He deserves a chance.”

The housekeeper gave no objection, too stunned by recent revelations. Strike carrying everything back on with his usual ease. Stopping only once “Hey, Renee.” Renee looked at Strike then at Lucas who was on his back. “A chance at what?”

Renee stared at Lucas for a few seconds. “Life.”