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Authors: P.S. Power
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say slave, so Keeley nodded.
"All but Hally. She's been claimed by Darla, though they don't have a bargain in place. It's the better way to go, if you have the time. The ones with deals have to do what you say, without question, but you have to be really careful to make sure they also have a good life. A lot of Demons don't bother with that part, but there's no reason not to, most of the time." That didn't sound too bad, did it? It was better than proclaiming she just didn't care about anyone else at any rate.
"Oh. I didn't realize. What do you... plan to do with them. The Yorks and the others?"
It was a good question. One that she'd actually been trying to think about when she got a chance.
"Well, Ginger should be running her own business. I'm thinking of setting that up. She and her husband, Devon, they used to be professional con artists, before they had to go into hiding. They settled down here and made a life for themselves, so I don't see a reason to ruin that. I'm not sure what to do with him though honestly. He sells insurance, but his skills seem to be underutilized there. I mean, doesn't it seem like an ex-conman should be able to do some impressive things if given the chance? I'll come up with something though.
Clara and Glen-"
"Wait. Them too? Who isn't your slave already?" She seemed more shocked than worried about propriety.
"That's about it. Just the ones I mentioned, well and Steve York. He's thirteen. Cute kid. I'm thinking a music career for him." Keeley shrugged and kept her eyes on the road.
"Anyway, Clara and Glen have their catering business and it's already successful. Really high end. Kind of a win on your part getting in with them for flowers and decorations. That seems to be all Eve though. So, you know, it's real. I didn't tell them to do it or even suggest it. Good plan though, don't you think?"
The drive was empty when they got there, as it should be. The door was closed too. Something was wrong though. There was a strange warping to the field of reality. It wasn't exactly visible, but it pulled at her on a deep level, irritating her just a bit. For a second she started to get ready for a fight, then decided to just not go in, before she got what the feeling meant. Balthias was there.
"Oh. Interesting. We have a visitor. Um..." How did you explain a Lesser Demon?
"He's one of my people, um, beings and he can't harm us. He's a little scary looking, but don't let that make you uneasy. He can also project fear, but doesn't seem to be doing that right now. It should be fine. Shall we go in?" It was important to let her mother have the choice.
"Why is he inside our home? We didn't invite him, did we?"
"Nope. Lesser Demon though mom, not a Vampire. For that matter I'm almost certain those rules don't have anything to do with them either." She'd need to research that, just in case it came up. The information was in her head somewhere, since she'd been in physical contact with several of them now.
They entered through the garage slowly, Keeley making herself stay relaxed and ready anyway, since it was just good habit. If Balthias ever broke free he might just decide to try and kill her. Technically that wasn't possible, escaping like that, not for him, but the universe was full of things that couldn't ever happen that did.
"Balthias? I'm here with Sherry Thomson. Come out, but slowly please and try not to be frightening." Grinning she gestured for her mother to walk into the living room where he was standing. Keeley could tell by the flex of the world around them.
"Mistress of Souls. I bring word to you from the Vampire Rebekah. She begs leave to go hunting in the night. Her food is adequate, but she seems to grow restless, as does the lowest one, Elis. He has been confined to our room however and sits, moping. I offered to entertain him, but still he resists. Most vexing." Then he stood, hunched over to about seven foot tall. Bowing.
It was meant to make him look smaller, less looming. It
"All but Hally. She's been claimed by Darla, though they don't have a bargain in place. It's the better way to go, if you have the time. The ones with deals have to do what you say, without question, but you have to be really careful to make sure they also have a good life. A lot of Demons don't bother with that part, but there's no reason not to, most of the time." That didn't sound too bad, did it? It was better than proclaiming she just didn't care about anyone else at any rate.
"Oh. I didn't realize. What do you... plan to do with them. The Yorks and the others?"
It was a good question. One that she'd actually been trying to think about when she got a chance.
"Well, Ginger should be running her own business. I'm thinking of setting that up. She and her husband, Devon, they used to be professional con artists, before they had to go into hiding. They settled down here and made a life for themselves, so I don't see a reason to ruin that. I'm not sure what to do with him though honestly. He sells insurance, but his skills seem to be underutilized there. I mean, doesn't it seem like an ex-conman should be able to do some impressive things if given the chance? I'll come up with something though.
Clara and Glen-"
"Wait. Them too? Who isn't your slave already?" She seemed more shocked than worried about propriety.
"That's about it. Just the ones I mentioned, well and Steve York. He's thirteen. Cute kid. I'm thinking a music career for him." Keeley shrugged and kept her eyes on the road.
"Anyway, Clara and Glen have their catering business and it's already successful. Really high end. Kind of a win on your part getting in with them for flowers and decorations. That seems to be all Eve though. So, you know, it's real. I didn't tell them to do it or even suggest it. Good plan though, don't you think?"
The drive was empty when they got there, as it should be. The door was closed too. Something was wrong though. There was a strange warping to the field of reality. It wasn't exactly visible, but it pulled at her on a deep level, irritating her just a bit. For a second she started to get ready for a fight, then decided to just not go in, before she got what the feeling meant. Balthias was there.
"Oh. Interesting. We have a visitor. Um..." How did you explain a Lesser Demon?
"He's one of my people, um, beings and he can't harm us. He's a little scary looking, but don't let that make you uneasy. He can also project fear, but doesn't seem to be doing that right now. It should be fine. Shall we go in?" It was important to let her mother have the choice.
"Why is he inside our home? We didn't invite him, did we?"
"Nope. Lesser Demon though mom, not a Vampire. For that matter I'm almost certain those rules don't have anything to do with them either." She'd need to research that, just in case it came up. The information was in her head somewhere, since she'd been in physical contact with several of them now.
They entered through the garage slowly, Keeley making herself stay relaxed and ready anyway, since it was just good habit. If Balthias ever broke free he might just decide to try and kill her. Technically that wasn't possible, escaping like that, not for him, but the universe was full of things that couldn't ever happen that did.
"Balthias? I'm here with Sherry Thomson. Come out, but slowly please and try not to be frightening." Grinning she gestured for her mother to walk into the living room where he was standing. Keeley could tell by the flex of the world around them.
"Mistress of Souls. I bring word to you from the Vampire Rebekah. She begs leave to go hunting in the night. Her food is adequate, but she seems to grow restless, as does the lowest one, Elis. He has been confined to our room however and sits, moping. I offered to entertain him, but still he resists. Most vexing." Then he stood, hunched over to about seven foot tall. Bowing.
It was meant to make him look smaller, less looming. It
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