After the dust settled, Vex found himself a dark star orbiting a veritable galaxy of light, shining souls. Dark camaraderie did not work like this. Hale and Kenzi were obviously read to suck face given half an ounce of bravery, the will-they-won'-t-they triple threat of Bo, Dyson and Lauren were all falling into a more comfortable set, and Trick...

Well, Trick was the Goddamned Blood King. Vex had saved his life, kept him from re-igniting the Great War, and given them all the time to breathe that they had now.

So of course he was alone in the back raiding the place for it's best booze. Trick was occupied, everybody else was celebrating, so he was lifting several bottles of rare liquors and making sure they made their way into his gig bag for spiriting away to...

...oh.

Yes.

Carpe Noctem probably wasn't going to be his anymore. Like it or not, but standing against the Morrigan, well, that might get sticky fast. As much as he assured Bo that things weren't going to be a problem, well-- it bought him time, didn't it? Surely, he'd find a way back into the loving arms of the Dark, the good graces of the Morrigan, and back into the possession of Carpe Noctem.

Nobody could keep Vex down for long. It was his most admirable trait, if you asked him --- he survived. He might be a roach, but roaches lived to see another day, even if they did have to scuttle to the shadows to hide out for a bit. If he was a roach, he was still a roach that would see the next morning, and the next after that. That was what he did: he survived to see the next day. Just like he did today.

A glimmer of light beyond a door caught his eyes as he was ruminating over it, and he nudged it with his foot. It creaked open, the sounds of good company and the clicking claws of wait-rats beckoned.

Vex smiled to himself, and slung his bag over one shoulder. He was in no rush to get back to sleeping on Bo's couch in her condemned house. Milliways promised nicer bedding, perhaps some company that wasn't embroiled in all this Light versus Dark drama, and certainly less Garuda and Blood Kings. He slipped through the door, humming softly to himself as he left the strange family of Light Fae in the Dal behind him.

What would happen if he tried to unseat the Morrigan? It was a right predicament, if Vex did say so himself. Now that he was cleared of plotting against her more than usual, things would work back to the proper equilibrium. He's go back to running his clubs and life would get back to normal.

Well, normalish. There was still the matter of replacing Baal and managing the fallout he had with the local redcaps over the issue of his death. They were still smarting that there was no assistance in coming from Vex in pursuits of further chaos, and a few of them were upset that their less than condoned activities that had been netting them a handsome profit were now drastically curtailed.

Still, there'd been abuse of fellow fae -- Light or not -- and that wouldn't fly. Once the help got uppity on torturing their fellows, they started to look at their betters with hunger in their eyes. Vex had to make sure that it known that there were laws to be upheld, and it definitely included trafficking in other Fae. Humans were chattel, that was fine. That's their purpose! But Fae? Not in the slightest. With the succubitch on his tight little ass and his long-term domme now no longer available for her personal services, maybe it was for the best that he focused on business instead of pleasure. He didn't have proper stress relief or the Light's eye on him anymore. He could bother with the fiddly bits of business and lay low for a week or two...

...and again, that idea cropped up. Should he be aiming for Morrigan's slot? Not the fleshy one, he'd already been there before, but the position of power in the colony over the Dark. Due tribute and wielding power however he pleased? That did have its appeal. He managed several clubs, handled humans in their natural, petty habitats. How hard could it be, expanding it to a larger scale?

But first, rest. A couple of weeks with the boring stuff would let the air clear, and then he could start sniffing around FaeFet for suggestions on a new domme - one unconnected to the Morrigan's talent agency, this time - and once refreshed, get back to his bad, bad tricks again. Maybe, then, he could really take the time to ponder on whether or not he was in a station befitting his vast talents and power.

Hitting the remote to his stereo system, he listened to the CD player ready a new disc, and then leaned back on his plush leather couch, sinking into it's curves with a glass of wine in his other hand. As Factory of Dream's Back to Sleep started to flow through the speakers, he rolled his shoulders and tried to relax. Maybe he could find a spliff in his desk or something, if the wine didn't cut it.

Even as he let himself indulge in some well earned rest, he kept coming back to one thought: The Morrigan formerly known as Vex had quite the ring to it.