Lilith

I'm not aware of Roberto having any special interest.

<Horus> Guys let's stop with the gossip! Our guest might think it's Novella 2000

chat!

<Carmilla> I agree with Horus! Apollo, you who heard it, do you know what happened to him?

He's in the hospital reduced to a vegetative state.

<Apollo> He caught a bad flu, he told me to say hello.

<Kali> He's really sick if he doesn't turn on his computer.

His pc is on, he is the one who is off.

<Apollo> He mentioned the club you went to on Saturday. What is it called?

<Carmilla> The Spider's Web.

It's about time! I'll take notes.

<Horus> Excuse us Apollo, but right now we should talk about the next convention....

<Apollo> Sorry you, especially since I got a phone call and I really have to run.

<Carmilla> So early? Wouldn't you be interested in joining us, maybe you can come with Lilim?

<Apollo> The idea sounds interesting, I'll talk to him about it, but right now I have an engagement that I can't put off. I'll talk to you soon.

<Zombi> Greetings from the deep.

<Apollo> Hello everyone.

I'm going to stay and listen a little longer, maybe if they think I'm gone, they'll let something interesting slip?

<Horus> So, as I had mentioned, the next "International Conference on Rituals and Beliefs of the Ancient World", will take place in 15 days in the National Roman Museum, in Palazzo Massimo, where they will tell about new discoveries and...

What a drag... I've been listening to the chatter about this damn conference for over an hour without getting any useful information.

<Carmilla> Absentees will need to be notified. I can call Angel and see if he can make himself available for that day.

<Zombi> Good girl! I'm sure Lilim will be with her, and if you hear strange moans, don't be too alarmed...

<Kalì> Don't worry Carmilla, you'll see that at most they'll be softening up with boring stories about Lilith!

Found it! And with that, mysterious Angel, you've won the role of possible inquisitor!

Unplugged.

I've marked everything, as a start it's not bad, at least this way I have more information than before, even if honestly I haven't yet understood what I'm looking for.

Maybe the bed, since I'm collapsing and tomorrow I have to go to the office. Better to go home.

Chapter 3

The Dream

"Spider's Web..."

Found it, finally! This is supposed to be the club, not really my cup of tea, hopefully at least the beer is decent.

I usually don't like to judge by appearances, but these guys out here look like they've been out of jail for no more than a couple of hours. What the hell was I thinking coming to this place? At least they were in a group, but I'm venturing out on my own. The good thing is that there is a queue and... why is this human mountain staring at me? Indifference, Davide, don't look at him, show indifference...

I lower my gaze and rummage through the pockets of my leather jacket pretending to look for something, then with a distracted air I cast a fleeting glance at the man. Damn, he must be at least 6'2" and 130 kilos and he keeps staring at me. A deafening roar gives me the excuse to turn my eyes on the road... the black Harley! Could it be her? I capture all the details of the scene. She parks the bike on the sidewalk near the others. She takes off her helmet and whips the air with her long hair. It's really her! I quickly try to take cover so as not to be noticed and use the giant in front as a shield. I watch her while she gets off the bike like an elegant panther and with a confident step she heads towards the club. The hiding place works very well, she passes me without seeing me. She goes straight to the entrance and greets the security man, who lets her in immediately after a nod.

"Nice bike, isn't it?"

Aroused by the scene, I catch the words coming from above. It's Cyclops, who with a grimace that should summon a smile, tries to interact with me.

"Wh... what?" I stutter, taken aback.

"The Harley. It's a stunner! Sure, in a woman's hand it's wasted, but at least she's holding it together."

"Yeah, she's a real gem," I reply shyly.

"I'm sorry I was staring at you before, but you look incredibly like a friend of mine and I thought you were him. Your name wouldn't happen to be Caesar?" He rubs his hand over his thick beard and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm not him."

I keep looking at the front of the line, trying to catch a glimpse of something at the entrance.

"This is your first time at the Canvas, isn't it?"

I humour him with a nod.

"Fridays are always like this. In fact, the line is sometimes twice as long, but it's worth it, believe me!"

"Yes, I have no doubt about that."

"Of course, it would be nice to be like Angela, to arrive and get in right away, but..."

Stop, what was her name?

"Angela? Are you referring to the biker girl?"

If he knows her I'll play the lottery tomorrow.

"Of course! She's the dancer. I come here mostly to see her dancing. She's stunner!"