As Pyrolass once had said in an interview, sometimes being a superhero could rock your socks off with awesomeness, but other times epicly suck.

Right now Lacrimae, or rather her alter ego Lumena, believed she was stuck in the 'suck' end of spectrum. Instead of spending a cool evening two days before Christmas (the holiday had long since spread beyond Earth, drawing people of many races in for the festive cheer and present exchange) at her home, relaxing with a book, or helping one of her best friends move into her apartment, she was forced to keep a watch out for anything wrong in 'her' city.

Holiday time usually drew out the worst in people and someone had to make sure any bad deeds were cut off at the root. And Lumena was the epitome of dutiful, after all. As Ryx loved to remind her all the time. Speaking of devil, she wondered if his patrol was going as boring as hers. And if he had even arrived. Woman considered calling him on their communicating device, but then shrugged the thought off, quite literally, as she jumped over to the next roof, faintest of glows around her form that gave away her power. She was using it to keep warm for this costume was not of the best warmth insulation, despite how practical she had tried to make it.

And at this moment when everything seemed so calm, aside from the bustling streets of shoppers and people already having a few too many drinks in order to celebrate, there was a sudden explosion in a distance. Immediately, Lumena set sprinting in the direction.