It was the late evening in Paris. The sun was already down and the streetlights were starting to flash on one by one, guiding the ways of the last few little cars beetling home from each of their owners' average eight-hour workdays. From somewhere in the sea of buildings came a lonesome wail of a siren, but other than that, the city seemed rather dull in it's pre-bedtime state. Nothing really exciting was happening.
Inside the Cupboard, it was mostly the same. Not a single customer had stepped inside throughout the duration of the day. This wasn't unusual. Even during the heavier parts of the war between Heaven and Hell, when resources and information were in heavy demand, the Cupboard only saw about five or six customers a week. The reason for this being, most creatures that wielded magi
