The Demon sat calmly on the balcony of the tiny Nos Astra tea shop. It wasn't a particularly good tea shop, she decided. Sure it had just about every tea imaginable, and not just all Asari varieties but nearly every alien tea variation imaginable. One would expect no less from this space port town. But in an attempt to remain competitive in this cut throat Illium shopping mall, the shopkeepers had opted to get the cheapest tea ingredients possible for every drink they offered. The tea was just criminally horrible. And she knew a thing or two about being criminal.

No, she did not come here for the quality of tea. The real reason she liked coming here every day was entirely due to the perfect view. Not the view of the iconic Nos Astra skyline, however. Whether by design or architectural luck, the balcony of this particular tea shop gave a perfect line of sight to the main entrance of the nearby space port. This made it a perfect observation post for seeing everyone coming and going into Illium's largest city.

The Demon knew it was only a matter of time before she got here. She had spent weeks setting up contacts within the Eclipse sisters to ensure she could be smuggled out at a moment's notice when that particular moment came. Truth be told she was planning to leave this system soon. Illium was starting to bore her.

It was too easy here. Too many easy victims, too easy to seduce them, too willing to give her what she wants. Even covering up her kills are easy enough, just throw a little red sand on the corpse and the cops won't even bother wasting their time with a deeper investigation.

Granted there had been a few enjoyable moments in her time here. Her last 'meal' was a pretty little thing, a young Eclipse merc, she probably wasn't even sixty yet, she had squealed with glee as she bragged about her first kill. It was quaint, even cute, if a bit insulting. The Demon taught her to respect her kills; using her as an example. That had forced all the other Eclipse mercs to show her more respect. Well fear if she was being honest, but among these mercs it amounted to about the same thing.

A tall figure suddenly caught her eye. Even from this distance there was no doubt that the person she had been waiting for had arrived. She walked with righteous purpose and indignation in every step. The form fitting outfit of ancient design might as well have broadcast her presence to every omni-tool on the planet.

The Justicar had arrived in search of the Demon.

Without a hint of neither hesitation or concern she walked away from her perch at the tea shop's balcony. She didn't even bother paying for her drink, not that such a distasteful liquid deserved compensation, but she wasn't planning to be here long enough to care. The Demon would leave Illium tonight. Leaving the Eclipse mercs to deal with the Justicar.

The Justicar named Samara.

Her Mother.