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in his no nonsense parent voice after giving Hunter a little time to tell Daniel all about his trains.
“But Papa, Daniel didn’t get a chance to play with my train!” Hunter said, voice beginning to rise.
“It’s okay, Hunter. I live in Seattle now, so I’ll get another chance to come and play with your train,” Daniel reassured him. Hunter looked stormy anyway, but Steve scooped him up and tickled him, then carried him out of the room.
Bree, Kevin and Daniel adjourned to the living room. The dark expanse of the lake with the far necklace of lights on the opposite shore was visible out the window. It was a clear night. Bree made sure she sat where she had a good view of Daniel’s face. She was still feeling uneasy about him, and she wanted to be able to read him if necessary. She hadn’t been able to let go of the suspicious vibe with which their last meeting had ended, when Daniel had wanted to avoid involving the Ecclesias. And somehow, her little talk just now with Kevin hadn’t eased things. As she gazed at him, she was forced to register that in spite of all that, she was getting butterflies in her stomach being around him again. It was hard for her to look him in the face.
“Okay, so spill you two. What’s with the pow wow?” Kevin asked.
“Bree ran into a little trouble at the working she did for me on Friday. We just wanted to run it by you, see if you have any ideas, maybe get your input on the next best step,” Daniel started. He described the encounter, with Bree chiming in with her description of the taint nearly getting away from her, and misjudging the size of the demon during the recent exorcism, and they both shared their speculations.
“I’ve been thinking since then,” Daniel concluded, “what if this is really something new? A new talent in demons? Powered have certainly evolved over the years, why wouldn’t they?”
“And yet by all the lore, they really have been pretty static,” Kevin replied thoughtfully. “Even to the point of using the same names, adhering to the same general types. Isn’t one of the theories that Hell is by nature an unchanging place, and that’s part of why it is Hell?”
Daniel leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, in a gesture that spoke to Bree of frustration. His hair already had a tendency to stick up, and he’d just made it worse. “You know I don’t believe in Hell, Kevin.”
“Ah, yes, the ‘other dimensional beings’ theory,” Kevin replied with amusement.
“And I’m not sure I even buy the idea they're that unchanging. We’re relying on history with that notion, and historic documents are notoriously difficult to evaluate, given the context issues, the translation difficulties…”
“But demons really are predictable,” Bree weighed in. “At least that’s been my experience. They like to feed on negative emotional energy, and they create negativity so they can have more of what they like. That’s basically all they want.”
“Yes, but wouldn’t you say they have personalities?” Daniel replied, brows raised in question, expression becoming animated.
Kevin groaned. “Do we have to debate the existential demonology questions tonight? I know you Thorvaldson, you can keep this up for hours . Let’s just stick to the subject at hand, shall we?”
Bree was disappointed at Kevin’s putting the kibosh on the debate, which she was starting to enjoy. She reached up and started playing with the end of her ponytail, which was draped over one shoulder, and reminded herself that her plan was to tell Kevin what she knew and hope he and Daniel would take it from there, leaving her out of it.
As Kevin and Daniel argued over what was and wasn’t included in ‘the subject at hand,’ Bree finally acknowledged to herself that she probably was ready to start working at least a little power again. To her surprise, she hadn’t had any nightmares or other ill effects from clearing Daniel's taint, and the
“But Papa, Daniel didn’t get a chance to play with my train!” Hunter said, voice beginning to rise.
“It’s okay, Hunter. I live in Seattle now, so I’ll get another chance to come and play with your train,” Daniel reassured him. Hunter looked stormy anyway, but Steve scooped him up and tickled him, then carried him out of the room.
Bree, Kevin and Daniel adjourned to the living room. The dark expanse of the lake with the far necklace of lights on the opposite shore was visible out the window. It was a clear night. Bree made sure she sat where she had a good view of Daniel’s face. She was still feeling uneasy about him, and she wanted to be able to read him if necessary. She hadn’t been able to let go of the suspicious vibe with which their last meeting had ended, when Daniel had wanted to avoid involving the Ecclesias. And somehow, her little talk just now with Kevin hadn’t eased things. As she gazed at him, she was forced to register that in spite of all that, she was getting butterflies in her stomach being around him again. It was hard for her to look him in the face.
“Okay, so spill you two. What’s with the pow wow?” Kevin asked.
“Bree ran into a little trouble at the working she did for me on Friday. We just wanted to run it by you, see if you have any ideas, maybe get your input on the next best step,” Daniel started. He described the encounter, with Bree chiming in with her description of the taint nearly getting away from her, and misjudging the size of the demon during the recent exorcism, and they both shared their speculations.
“I’ve been thinking since then,” Daniel concluded, “what if this is really something new? A new talent in demons? Powered have certainly evolved over the years, why wouldn’t they?”
“And yet by all the lore, they really have been pretty static,” Kevin replied thoughtfully. “Even to the point of using the same names, adhering to the same general types. Isn’t one of the theories that Hell is by nature an unchanging place, and that’s part of why it is Hell?”
Daniel leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, in a gesture that spoke to Bree of frustration. His hair already had a tendency to stick up, and he’d just made it worse. “You know I don’t believe in Hell, Kevin.”
“Ah, yes, the ‘other dimensional beings’ theory,” Kevin replied with amusement.
“And I’m not sure I even buy the idea they're that unchanging. We’re relying on history with that notion, and historic documents are notoriously difficult to evaluate, given the context issues, the translation difficulties…”
“But demons really are predictable,” Bree weighed in. “At least that’s been my experience. They like to feed on negative emotional energy, and they create negativity so they can have more of what they like. That’s basically all they want.”
“Yes, but wouldn’t you say they have personalities?” Daniel replied, brows raised in question, expression becoming animated.
Kevin groaned. “Do we have to debate the existential demonology questions tonight? I know you Thorvaldson, you can keep this up for hours . Let’s just stick to the subject at hand, shall we?”
Bree was disappointed at Kevin’s putting the kibosh on the debate, which she was starting to enjoy. She reached up and started playing with the end of her ponytail, which was draped over one shoulder, and reminded herself that her plan was to tell Kevin what she knew and hope he and Daniel would take it from there, leaving her out of it.
As Kevin and Daniel argued over what was and wasn’t included in ‘the subject at hand,’ Bree finally acknowledged to herself that she probably was ready to start working at least a little power again. To her surprise, she hadn’t had any nightmares or other ill effects from clearing Daniel's taint, and the
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