Sera was at a crossroads when it came to getting her hands dirty business-wise. It was an area she was relatively green in. Sera wasn't sure what she wanted to do. There were so many choices to choose from. The one ideal that kept popping in her head was maybe a small bed and breakfast, but where to start?

Sera decides to go talk with Marvelous, who has adopted her as a goddaughter. Marvelous being a long-time resident of Detroit, agrees to help her as much as she can.

A few weeks have passed, and Sera invests most of her savings into a private residence. She snags through one of the Marvelous connections that would be ideal for running Bed and Breakfast with ease.  The exquisite views of Harsens Island alone were worth the price. The home itself was over 4400 square feet perched atop a hill overlooking Lake St. Clair, Lake St. Clair Metro Park, and the Port Huron.

The main floor offers roomy areas in an open space living setting with Lake St. Clair's spectacular sights and surrounding attractions.  It featured a great room, gourmet kitchen, formal dining room, a library/ den, a bathroom.

The second floor comprises of 4 bedrooms (including two with a loft), each with its own full bathrooms, each with water views. On the top floor was Sera own unique retreat that consists of a master bedroom with home office, master bathroom with sunken tub and mini-library, and a list of other amenities

There was a game room, medium-sized gym, laundry room, bathroom, wine cellar, and small movie room in the basement.
One of Sera's favorite spots so far was the open deck wrapped around the house. It was the picture-perfect spot to enjoy the lake breeze or watch one of the sunrise or sunsets.

The backyard had a garden, pool with a hot tub, a treehouse, small stables, a barn with living quarters, a fire pit, and a few small cottages.
She loved the property how easy it was to get where you wanted by walking. The downside was, there is only a three-car garage, but Sera figure the guests she would attract would careless about it.

The previous owner, who was an elderly couple from France, took care of the property. It was evident with the immaculate vinyl siding, house wrap, roof, skylights, windows, furnace, pressure-treated absorbent walls, front and back lawn looking perfect. It came furnished on all levels, everything looking new.

But Sera realizes she still had lots of work to do. There was no way she could manage this all herself; that would be impossible. It was time to bring in some help for Empyrean.

Sera hears the sound of footsteps heading her way. From the sound of it, it sounds like her assistant Nakia. Nakia was a delight to have around. She was the youngest on board, but she was pretty knowledgeable to be only fifteen.

A radiant smile appears on Sera's face. It suddenly dawns on her that she did have family surrounding her. It made her light shine brighter and her purpose of being clearer.

Looking around her surroundings, she never dreams she be sitting at a desk in her own home office. Sera was slowly adopting more and more.

But the puzzle pieces kept falling into place.

Seth, aka Seraphiel, and Meta, aka Metatron, was over security. The two were able to handle it.

And so far, they have been doing a fantastic job. So good that Sera was unaware of their existence.

There a knock on the door; Sera calls out to come in. The door opens a few seconds later, and Nakia comes in and gives Sera an update.

Musa and Vehuiah were surveying the outside, doing whatever repairs were needed. Emani and Oya were knocking a dent on the upstairs bedroom suites.

Shango and Gideon were out getting supplies.  Marvelous was personally getting the kitchen in order.

While Nakia was talking, Sera had a vision. It confused her much.

She appeared to be enjoying an evening stroll through a dark wilderness that stretches infinitely in every direction conceivable in the vision. The air was heavy, and there was no sound to be heard.  Sera had a determined look on her face as she kept on trudging along.  In the distance, Sera can see a bright glowing light.

The sound of Nakia's concerned voice snaps her back to the presence. Sera reassures Nakia everything was ok and that she was just tired and needed some coffee.  Innocently Nakia accepts Sera's reason and disappears off to get her mistress some coffee.

In her office alone, Sera's attention goes back to the vision, pondering what it meant and why she felt slightly different inside.

Nakia just delivered the mistress Sera some coffee and was ecstatic to see the gentleman guest.

She makes her way over to him with a smile on her face as she greets him warmly.

"Hello, sir, welcome to Empyrean, my name is Nakia, and I will be attending to you.  If you follow me this way, I will take you to one of the rooms where you rest and clean up. "

The resident had more rooms than Sera realize. Nakia decides to put the gentleman up in one of the rooms by the kitchen's main floor.

Nakia kept an eye on the gentleman, who looks like he was ready to pass out.  

Making it to the room, Nakia opens the door and cuts on the light to reveal a nice clean medium-size room with a queen-size bed, mini wet bar, and private bathroom in it. The décor was dark blue and black walnut with a window showing off the bay.

"Here you go, sir, and there are fresh towels and toiletry in the bathroom for you. If you desire a bite to eat, pick up the phone, and we will take care of you. The menu is pretty much open."

It was a long flight from Los Angeles and Gen was exhausted and famished from a long day of business. He hobbled out of the airport to hail a taxi. He asked the the driver for any suggestions on affordable housing in the motor city. He mention a place by Woodward Avenue owned by Seraph.

The taxi stopped in front of the building and Gen got out a paid the fare. He walked inside to a very luxurious atmosphere. He approached the counter where the clerk was waiting.

"Good morning, do you have any vacancies for one room bedrooms?"

Nakia was finishing up some paperwork when she hears the gentleman's voice.

She looks up and greets him with the warmest smile that she could muster up.

"Welcome to Empyrean, my name is Nakia, and yes, we have a suite that would be perfect for you, sir."

Since the business was slow, Nakia escorts the gentleman to his room.

"If you follow me this way, I will take you to your room."

Nakia takes the gentleman up to his room on the second floor.

Nakia opens the door to reveal a suite with a king-size bed and private bathroom in it. The decor of this one was in shades of green and oak with lots of amenities to make sure the guest is comfortable.

Nakia hands him the key.

"I hope you enjoy and are satisfied with your accommodations. If you need anything, please ring the front desk."

Dino, exhausted after a hard night spooning (we spoonists call it that, it's a professional term) needs somwhere to rest his weary head and the Empyrean seems just the ticket

'can i get board and lodging for the evening?  and do you have spoon polish?'

After a long and tiring day in Detroit, Diego knew he needed somewhere to lay his head and recoup some energy.

This place looks great. Please can I crash here tonight?

Eyesight was never his strong point. Stupidly, Diego failed to spot the memorial left outside for the late owner of this fine establishment.

He respectfully removes his hat for a moment's reflection before moving on.

Nakia removed the growing memorial from outside of Empyrean.

She had precise instruction on what to do from her Mistress.

The business was steady, picking up more and more visitors

People were coming to pay their respects, which was touching.

She looked at the first customer and listened to his request.

Once again, she had the ideal room for him.

She buzzes for Peter to come to show the gentleman to his room.

Peter, who was new to the team, appeared quickly.

Nakia tells Peter to make sure the gentleman got shoe polish and whatever else he needed.

Nakia then turns her attention to the next gentleman, who looked a little confused.

“Hello sir, Empyrean is not closed but open for business. I am sorry for the delay, but things have been hectic.”

“But I have the ideal room for you; please follow me this way,”

Nakia took him to one of the rooms that were part of the "Zen series" on the lower floor.

Nakia makes a phone call to Mia after getting the gentleman guests to settle in.

She rang and got no answer. Nakia was a little confused herself.

The sooner she could get an update from Mia, the better

She didn’t want to mess up.

Nakia also knew how behind the time that the news was over here.

Maybe it was just a mistake. Nakia was the youngest of the bunch at sixteen, and the elders were careful with her.

"Ya know there is a game room here Jane.  We could play some pool."  Rembrant is soaring nicely from her lines of Chilean Flake.

Jane places a double breasted burnt orange pantsuit on the bed.  She ventures into Rembrant's closet cautiously removing matching dark orange heels.  They feel heavy and formidable in Janes smalls hands.  She calls out  "I do not understand what happened, I thought you were stopping.  You don't have to tell me Rem, but I thought you were happy not grinding the pavement so hard?" 

Jane walks over to the bureau.  She opens the top drawer pushing bras aside, locating some of Rembrant's jewelry.  "I told you to put these in the safe" She grabs a thin strand of pearls and a matching set of earrings.  She removes several containers of jewelry that Rembrant carelessly threw in the drawer.  She heads over to the safe unlocking the padlock, she places the excess jewelry away.

Rembrant walks into her bed room eyeing the suit, she slips out of her robe.  Jane walks close to her, she stops noticing the scars on Rembrant's back.  "These look better Rem, less angry hun"  Jane gently strokes Rembrant's hair away from her face to see her reaction.

Rembrant shrugs "Jacob is a god, I love that man.  If that was enough, if only that was enough. "  She laughs pretending to fan herself.  She gets dressed for the day, sniffling and snorting her high to new planes.

There is a knock at the door

Jane quickly goes to the door checking to see who is knocking.  In the peephole she sees Ruby, she is drunk and Jane hesitantly lets her in.  Jane has worked diligently the past few days restoring some semblance of balance in Rembrant's life.  Ruby is here to sabotage that, she will win, she is a wrecking ball in Rembrant's life and Rembrant can't get enough of the chaos.  Rembrant is fragile right now and Ruby is like a homing pigeon.  

"REM"  Ruby falls into the room and heads into Rembrant's bedroom dropping her bags along the way.  She is wearing a short black dress with colorful silk scarfs, she is newly perfumed from something that Ruby sampled or stole from the Bed and Breakfast gift shop.  She looks sharp and is primed, she slams the bedroom door shut stopping Rembrant from finishing getting dressed.   She tears the pearls from the their restraint and they fall free to the floor as she kisses Rembrant hard.

Jane grabs her coat without hesitation and heads out into the afternoon air.  She will no doubt pick up things that Rembrant needs from local shops on her walk.  She never knows how long things will be, and since the Chilean powder arrived, it can take hours.  Most of it being theatrics and breaking things running up the damages bill.  She walks aimlessly down the street wishing that Ruby would latch onto anyone else but Rembrant.

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the rodent deity wanders into the Empyrean and notices all but one person dead.

He greeted Rembrant as he entered

'Hi Jane, so what the hell happened here?  can i still get breakfast do you think?'

“Bed and Breakfast huh?”

Mutt was always cheerful when he comes to the motor city.  His aunt Wendy always offer for him to stay the few nights at her house but Mutts pride gets in the way of agreeing with her.  He would never allow someone to take care of him when he is perfectly capable of doing it himself.  
 

“I’ll take a couple nights here sir.”

His room was set nicely, a king size comfortable mattress and a personal bar.  Mutt thought to himself THIS IS THE LIFE! He sits back and let’s put a big sigh as he relaxes.

Jane looks at Ratatoskr and smiles.  "Of course lil one"  She searches for the cannister of mixed nuts and pours them out in a wooden bowl. "Now you look like a mead man but we are scotch drinkers.  I will pour you one and you see if you like it"  Jane finds some fruit and slices it into tiny pieces pouring it onto a small plate.  

Rembrant walks out "Hey Ratatoskr"  She looks around at the bodies and turns to him with a look of innocence on her face "Whut? I didn't do this! Well, I didn't do it to those 3, the other 26, I could fold under questioning those"  she winks "So good to see you"

Vinnie felt exhausted. Not so much physically but the mental stress of the last 24hours had finally caught up with him. Seeing his Boss lying in a pool of blood would be a vision that would surely haunt him for a very long time to come. He needed somewhere to rest and recuperate. Somewhere not to flashy as he didn't want his presence in Detroit to be known yet. First he had to get some fresh clothes, get cleaned up, eat something and see where he could offload the gold and jewellery he had procured from Orko's safe at "Orko Motel" back in Chicago as he was tired of lugging this heavy suitcase round the streets.

He came across a sign which read, "Empyrean Bed and Breakfast 500 yards." attached to a street light with an arrow pointing up what looked a murderous hill to climb. It was only 500 yards, how hard could it be? Picking up his suitcase with the other arm now he followed the arrow and damn near had a cardiac arrest trudging to the top of the hill and finally seeing "The Empyrean" in front of him. 

It all seemed very quiet, which would suit Vinnie perfectly. He ran his fingers through his hair and took a sharp intake of breath for one final push as he picked up his case and entered the lobby. It was deserted. Not a soul to be seen. "This could be ideal" he thought to himself.

After quickly searching around the ground floor and finding nobody he went through the swing doors into the kitchen where he found some hams and cheeses in the refrigerator along with some sparkling spring water. He also found bread which had gone mouldy but apart from that there were plenty of provisions to keep him going, for now at least.

Whilst eating he read one of the B&B's brochures and one item peaked his interest. On the second floor there were rooms that had a loft. The ideal spot to stash his ill-gotten gains until he could find where to fence them for the right amount of money. He grabbed another bottle of sparkling spring water, before going behind the counter of the reception and grabbing all the keys as he didn't want any unsuspecting visitors.

Eventually making it up all the stairs he opened the second door on his right as that would give him some marvellous views of the lake. Bingo! it was a room with a loft. He moved the small dining table underneath the opening and emptied the contents of his suitcase on the bed. He found spare pillowcases in the wardrobe and proceeded to place the rolls of money in two pillowcases and the jewellery in just the one pillowcase.

He climbed onto the table and reached up to open the loft hatch. He cursed out loud as dust fell into his eyes and mouth. One he had calmed down and recovered he gently placed each pillowcase into the opening and then closed the loft hatch again. 

Once down he went over and locked the bedroom door. He wasn't wanting any nasty surprises and all he wanted to do now was sleep.

paul had been on the road all day and wanted too find a place to stay this next days.

paul grab a cab at the airport 

"I like to go downtown and find a place to stay for a couple of days, you got any suggestion ?"

The cab driver says "I know of a place to go for that, its a place called Empyrean a bed and breakfast"

The driver drew away from the airport to Empyrean and paul paid him, before he walked in too Empyrean 

" I take a room for the next couple of days "

paul walked up to his room after had paid for the stay. 

Trevor was out in Detroit when he realised that he hadn't planned for himself to stay anywhere and well he couldn't sleep rough that's not a good look  on anyone so he headed to Empyrean it was a bed and breakfast that he had heard of a good nights sleep and a breakfast in the morning well what more could he ask for it was perfect well along as the bed was comfy and the breakfast was good then it would be perfect. heading into Empyrean he was in awe the décor was amazing and the receptionist looked fabulous so he walked up to the front desk and asked her "well what's your name beautiful and could I book a room here please" the receptionist smiled and said "My names Jessica, thanks for the compliment as well your room is number 37 on the top floor." Trevor picked up his room key that she passed him and he headed off, as he was walking to the stairs Jessica called him "Hey the breakfast is just over there in that room" she pointed over to the room down the hall on the bottom floor "Thank you Jessica appreciate it I'm off now."

With the night coming to a seamless close, Leonardo found himself at the closest motel, or bed and breakfast? He wasn't sure.. food in the morning sounded great, for he had a plane to catch bright and early. He yawned as he slumped over his knees on the edge of the bed and pulled off the black loafers he had worn all day, his feet and toes cracked quickly as he stretched them out a bit and enjoyed the relief from being shoeless. Business had been great for him lately, and with a new customer in his pocket here in Detroit, it was time he set out back to the Big Apple to get the shipment ready for transportation.

He flopped himself backward onto the bed and shifted himself in a upright position and poured himself one last cup of whiskey and took a quick final sip and turned off the light on the nightstand. Morning would come fast.

Why did it have to be two in the morning when the Freak finally made his way to any sort of hotel? and why did it have to be a bed and breakfast? Would anyone even be awake this late at night? There were a lot of questions that were perforating the inside of his noggin, but the answers could only be found by knocking on the door; *tap tap tap*

It took a few minutes, but eventually someone shuffled themselves from out of their bed and to the door which opened wide and revealed a woman who would show him to their rooms. He had hoped being so late wouldn't upset anyone, but it seemed to be fine as they were used to working with a seedy and unscrupulous type of man and woman-- which is exactly why the Freak felt so at home here, and when he finally laid in his bed to rest there was only one thing on his mind at all.

"I wonder what they serve for breakfast."