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huge bulk of Battersea Power Station, was magic.
    The generator did not raise the local magic field much; Ceri had tried to explain to him how the various huge pylons inside the building reinforced their own field within the circle while they suppressed the field outside, and Michael had smiled at her until she stopped. It worked, and the pack had a quite lucrative contract adding extra security to the site, and that was good enough for him. It did not leak much, but it was enough to ionise the air more than usual giving the area around it a scent something like standing on a beach on a hot day.
    Satisfied that everything seemed quiet, he set off down the east side of the building at a fast lope.
    When he was out of sight, something darker than the night around it detached from the shadows near the river and walked purposefully toward the generator building carrying a case. The door it went to was, of course, locked and alarmed, but the figure pulled open the door without pausing and no alarm sounded.
    The only light in the room came from the random interactions of thaumitons in the generator. No one came in here unless they had to. That was partially because it pretty much ran itself. In fact, no one had figured out how to turn it off yet. The other reason was that most of the staff were just a little scared of the vast power residing within the twin ring of complex, geometrically formed pylons. In the central ring the measured reading was over twenty-eight thaums, very close to dangerous levels. Very odd things could happen to someone walking into a field that strong.
    The figure made a beeline for the centre.
    Castle of Bones, Demon Realm, March 27 th .
    The noise was deafening. It might have been early for a banquet as far as the demons were concerned, but the Overlord had to get back to her other home before dark and no one was going to let a little thing like daylight they could not even see get in the way of drinking too much and stuffing themselves with food they did not have to pay for. Of course, they were going to be paying for it eventually, but most of them had yet to work that one out.
    Some of the more intelligent Lords had wondered why Lady Ayasha wanted to go back to the mundane life she had on Earth. A couple had even ventured to express the opinion that she should move to their world full time where she had all the power she could ever want.
    The more perceptive ones, well, Jubilia, had worked out by now that ‘Lady Ayasha’ was an act and Ceri wanted to go back to being herself. It was a good act, and the crown let her pull it off to perfection, but it was still an act. Jubilia had no misconceptions regarding Ceri’s willingness to enact some of the horrible threats she handed out if they became necessary; she had seen her do some pretty nasty things in Dorilla and everyone knew what she had done to Molech. However, the Lady of Quatilan would have given good odds on Ceri hoping the threats and her reputation were going to be enough.
    The big hall at the back of the ground floor now had long tables in it. They had not been there before the banquet and they were going to vanish once it was done with, but for now the power Ceri had available through the crown was keeping their food, and their behinds, off the floor. Hiffy had been given orders to sort out something more permanent, though Ceri did not think a banquet this size was going to happen that often.
    ‘Is this normal?’ Ceri whispered to Jubilia, sitting on her right. ‘I mean, do they normally behave like a rugby team at banquets?’
    ‘Perhaps if you explained what a rug bee was?’ the succubus replied. Then she gave a slight grin. ‘This is a fairly normal demon banquet, especially one where the host is providing such good food and wine. Ruffa has done an excellent job on relatively short notice. Try the tukta, it’s excellent.’
    Reaching out, Ceri picked up two haunches of dark meat, putting one down in front of her and handing one back