Luke padded through the city, his paw on the pommel of his sword. His hood obscured his features, casting his face in shadow. He liked it this way. Anonymity was the only way to live; to be able to strike down an enemy without them knowing who it was or from where the blow had come was the truest expression of power attainable by mortals. Magic, on the other hand, was an entirely different story.
As he made his way through the city, he made note of everything, just as his Master had taught him. Was anyone watching him? Did they pose a threat? Was anyone following him? Where was his contact? The last question plagued him more than anything else. Without purpose, he was wandering aimlessly, and he tended to start slaughtering when he had no clear goal. It would be detrimental to The King's goals. He smirked, a smirk filled with ambition and blood-lust, but he had to bring himself back. He had to find his contact.
After an hour, he found her. His contact, a sultry lioness, was sitting at a table by a small tavern, looking like any other patron. The only difference was, Luke could see the tattoo on her brow, marking her as an Agent of Lucifer. Luke was the only one who could see it, of course, as the mortals would fly into a frenzy if the knew an Agent of Lucifer were padding among them. Or two.
Luke sat down, lowered his hood, and smiled at his contact. It was a wolfish smile, slightly dangerous, and she returned it.
"You're late," she said, making idle conversation, a signal to Luke that nothing was awry and that she had his new assignment ready.
"Got lost," he said, shrugging. "It's a big city." This meant he was ready.
"Well, in any case, I have to get going. You missed your shot," she sighed, reaching into her pack. "Here's that book you lent me."
She handed him a small, blood-red, leather-bound book. Luke took it, knowing it contained his coded instructions. His contact walked away, her tail swishes ever-so-slightly behind her. Luke turned his attention back to the book. It was small, blood-red, but otherwise insignificant. To mortals, anyway. It was imbued with blood magic, a spell designed to let only those who carried a Mark of Lucifer to peruse it's secrets. He opened it and read slowly, careful to commit every word to memory. When he finished, he nodded, got up, and used a spell to set the book ablaze. Then, he made his way to the castle.