Once Maelmorda agreed to inform Denoir of who his people were, and that he and Seth had no intentions of remaining in New Orleans, the Prince of Vampires made the arrangements required to have them released.  Somehow, it did not surprise Denoir that Rhiannon and Tiber Decasey were their contacts.  Did he believe Maelmorda was Lucifer, as he claimed himself to be?  It was not something the vampire wished to dwell on, for his own sanity.  He decided to just assume that if his name was Lucifer, that his parents had a warped sense of humor.  If he was actually the Morning Star?  Well, he prefered to get him out of his district, period, and was content that the two intended to do just that, leave.  All paper work on them was disposed of, while Denoir kept personal copies for himself, adding any additional information attained from Maelmorda to the records.  Denoir would take the file to his private Haven.  Denoir himself gave the two a ride to Club Elysium in his limo, and let them off at the walk in front of the Warehouse.  Denoir told Seth to keep his weapons well concealed in the Trench Coat he had chosen for himself when robbing the Goth Stop.  The Mondego Vampire had decided to 'return' their stolen goods to them, so that the two would be less tempted to rob another shop.  He had no use for the items as it was, and whenever he released anyone from jail, any belongings of said wards, were turned over to Denoir.  The Rolls Royce pulled away, and Maelmorda led the way to the entrance of the club, vested in his new threads.  He fell in behind a couple of glam kids in the long line of party people waiting to get in.  Lucifer hated lines!  Hmm...Maybe they could cut in?  The devil stepped out of line and sauntered to the entrance, where Yosef was checking IDs.  "Pardon me, Sir?  I need to see Rhiannon or Tiber Decasey right away.  Will you tell them Maelmorda is here to see them?"  The tall african demon laid his eyes on Maelmorda with a hollow stare, and nodded.  Maelmorda...That name rang familiar, and so did his face, but then, he saw a lot of faces come and go.  His cell phone was slipped from his pocket, and he hit fast dial to ring the office.  Tiber picked up. "Yellow?"  "Someone named Maelmorda is here to see either you or Rhia, and he has someone with him," he related.  There was a silent pause then Tiber answered him.  "Let them in and have Jarvis show them to the office," he instructed.  Yosef took an ID from someone, looked over, and handed it back to the girl to let her in as he ended the call and slipped his cellular back into his pocket.  His eyes then pinned Jarvis who was just inside the door.  "Escort these gentlemen to the office, Jarvis, and then get your ass back down here."  The place was packed, and he needed all the help, and as many eyes as he could get.  The door was opened wider for the two, and Jarvis led the way through the crowded club and upstairs to the office, where Tiber and Maelmorda greeted one another warmly, exchanging an embrace.  Once pleasantries were out of the way, and Seth and Tiber were introduced, Tiber motioned to two leather office chairs.  "Make yourselves comfortable.  Need a drink?" his eyes shifting from Maelmorda to Seth, and back to the Prince of Hell.  Maelmorda tossed himself into one of the chairs and snorted slightly.  "Yes, a stiff one, and a way out of here.  I need to return to An Morendor, Tiber," he relayed, and propped a leg over the rounded arm of the chair.  Tiber would pour them both their choice of drink from the wet bar in the office, and then sit on the desk.  "I can get you home."  So he thought.  "We shall see about that," Maelmorda muttered, not as confident as the true born.  He was not positive, but suspected Sammael had laid black luck on him, and if that was case?  He was in deep trouble.  "If not, I need to get Galaxy and Corwyn here as soon as possible, and I need a place outside of New Orleans.  I was thinking Phoenix, or Las Vegas."  Tiber nodded.  "Anything you require can and shall be arranged, My Lord."  Lucifer's lips spread into a satisfied smile.  Perhaps being back in the New World, would not be so bad after all.  It helped having friends in high places.  "I also need the Black Lion Clan to be informed of the situation, and if they are willing?  I would like them to join me whereever Seth and I establish ourselves."  The devilishly handsome dervish vampire locked his dark eyes on Seth a moment and then nodded to Lucifer.  "I understand, Lord Diablos," he assured.