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Authors: P.S. Power
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sort of worked. Sherry looked only half freaked instead of in a dead panic. She managed a slow step forward though and tried to smile. It looked more like a person fighting not to throw up, but the effort was there.
"Hello. I'm Sherry. I don't think we've met?" She sounded polite enough, considering everything.
"I am Balthias. I have seen you before. I was without visible form at the time, so I won't hold your not recognizing me against you."
Then the giant with his brownish red skin covered with wooly hair on the chest and shoulders, his tusks and horns all gleaming white and hooves politely not leaving marks in the carpet, did something rather unusual for him. He smiled.
"I hear that you've recently dissolved your old relationship? The Technician mentioned it last night. The one named Charles abandoned you in a cowardly fashion, without even seeking to protect you from the world in his passing?"
Sherry made a face and looked tight, but nodded.
"That's a little meaner than I would have been about it, but something like that. Who's the Technician?"
Keeley waved a hand toward the far wall, towards her sister's place, as if it actually made sense.
"Darla. Balthias is staying at her house, so it's natural for him to pick things like that up." Instead of it having been a matchmaking effort. Keeley hoped so anyway.
The Lesser Demon wasn't exactly dating material.
"Exactly. So, if you're looking for a way to pass the time some night, please do not hesitate to call on me. I don't sleep and can be here in an instant..." The sad thing wasn't that he was dead serious.
It was that Sherry looked intrigued by the idea.
Yeck.
Mom sex was not a topic that Keeley wanted to get into anymore than she already had. She blocked the whole thing out and went back to the topic at hand.
"Tell Rebekah she can hunt, but that she needs to make certain that she isn't caught and doesn't kill anyone if she can help it. Except severe criminals. Murderers and rapists. Child abusers. Those she can destroy if she wants. She needs to hide the bodies well though. I'm sure she knows what to do, but give her backup there if she needs it." Keeley stared up into the yellow eyes, which were slowly turning more brown. The Lesser Demon was shifting slowly to meet the form she desired for him. He was made of thought energy after all, the fears and worries of Christians mainly, but now he was linked to her too, which probably made him a lot stronger, or would over time. He smelled a lot better too. A bit like cedar and hardly like rotten eggs at all anymore.
"Yes Mistress of Souls. I shall do that at once." He moved toward the door, still hunched over, acting like he needed a door to leave, which was kind of the polite way to do things when dealing with humans. They got worried if you just vanished in the middle of a room, but it wasn't as hard for them to understand at a door. Plus it gave him a few seconds more to speak without looking like a slacker, which was his real point no doubt.
"Please don't hesitate to call on me." He said this to Sherry directly, making nice solid eye contact, smiling again.
"Do I just call Darla's on the phone?" The words were a little hesitant, but not scared, just slightly flirty.
Keeley wanted to roll her eyes. Talk about awkward. She killed the feeling while he answered.
"Nay, simply call out the name Balthias and I shall come, ready to serve at your pleasure. My pleasure too, of course. Until the hour?" Then, just inside the door, without opening it, he vanished. It was a twisting in space, almost like turning sideways without moving, slipping easily into the distance. It looked a bit like shrinking while not moving at all even though he took several steps. Then she could track as he moved back to Darla's house by feel, not three blocks away.
"I'm not calling him Uncle Balthias, just so you know." Keeley grinned though as her mother blushed.
She didn't say anything though.
Keeley went to fix a snack and work out
"Hello. I'm Sherry. I don't think we've met?" She sounded polite enough, considering everything.
"I am Balthias. I have seen you before. I was without visible form at the time, so I won't hold your not recognizing me against you."
Then the giant with his brownish red skin covered with wooly hair on the chest and shoulders, his tusks and horns all gleaming white and hooves politely not leaving marks in the carpet, did something rather unusual for him. He smiled.
"I hear that you've recently dissolved your old relationship? The Technician mentioned it last night. The one named Charles abandoned you in a cowardly fashion, without even seeking to protect you from the world in his passing?"
Sherry made a face and looked tight, but nodded.
"That's a little meaner than I would have been about it, but something like that. Who's the Technician?"
Keeley waved a hand toward the far wall, towards her sister's place, as if it actually made sense.
"Darla. Balthias is staying at her house, so it's natural for him to pick things like that up." Instead of it having been a matchmaking effort. Keeley hoped so anyway.
The Lesser Demon wasn't exactly dating material.
"Exactly. So, if you're looking for a way to pass the time some night, please do not hesitate to call on me. I don't sleep and can be here in an instant..." The sad thing wasn't that he was dead serious.
It was that Sherry looked intrigued by the idea.
Yeck.
Mom sex was not a topic that Keeley wanted to get into anymore than she already had. She blocked the whole thing out and went back to the topic at hand.
"Tell Rebekah she can hunt, but that she needs to make certain that she isn't caught and doesn't kill anyone if she can help it. Except severe criminals. Murderers and rapists. Child abusers. Those she can destroy if she wants. She needs to hide the bodies well though. I'm sure she knows what to do, but give her backup there if she needs it." Keeley stared up into the yellow eyes, which were slowly turning more brown. The Lesser Demon was shifting slowly to meet the form she desired for him. He was made of thought energy after all, the fears and worries of Christians mainly, but now he was linked to her too, which probably made him a lot stronger, or would over time. He smelled a lot better too. A bit like cedar and hardly like rotten eggs at all anymore.
"Yes Mistress of Souls. I shall do that at once." He moved toward the door, still hunched over, acting like he needed a door to leave, which was kind of the polite way to do things when dealing with humans. They got worried if you just vanished in the middle of a room, but it wasn't as hard for them to understand at a door. Plus it gave him a few seconds more to speak without looking like a slacker, which was his real point no doubt.
"Please don't hesitate to call on me." He said this to Sherry directly, making nice solid eye contact, smiling again.
"Do I just call Darla's on the phone?" The words were a little hesitant, but not scared, just slightly flirty.
Keeley wanted to roll her eyes. Talk about awkward. She killed the feeling while he answered.
"Nay, simply call out the name Balthias and I shall come, ready to serve at your pleasure. My pleasure too, of course. Until the hour?" Then, just inside the door, without opening it, he vanished. It was a twisting in space, almost like turning sideways without moving, slipping easily into the distance. It looked a bit like shrinking while not moving at all even though he took several steps. Then she could track as he moved back to Darla's house by feel, not three blocks away.
"I'm not calling him Uncle Balthias, just so you know." Keeley grinned though as her mother blushed.
She didn't say anything though.
Keeley went to fix a snack and work out
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