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and you shall wash my hair.”
Chapter Eighteen
The Devasi palace buzzed with rumors of the fight with Baal. Balthazar and Tavi returned the previous evening with a bound and beaten Hasan, and a very peculiar creature. Neither of the royal demon lords said a word of what had transpired. When morning came and went with still not a breath of news, the Council respectfully requested Balthazar’s presence and an explanation. They now sat around the rectangular table in the council chambers awaiting his arrival. The newest council member, Lady Adira’s replacement, shifted uncomfortably in his, his rotund belly making it difficult for him to move. He could feel the eyes of the other Council members on him. It was a terribly unusual thing for a demon to be overweight, and Jahan was used to getting strange looks. It wasn’t his fault he liked food so much, and despised any form of physical activity. He had learned long ago that he could do a perfectly good job of telling others what to do without much effort at all. And it seemed to work for him as he was now the new Khaja, or Master of the Palace Staff. It was a very prestigious position, and if he had a wife, she would have no doubt been very proud of him. Jahan, however, found no use for such a thing. It would just be another responsibility that would require copious amounts of physical activity in the form of sex, something he had decided he could do without.
Arastoo , the Master Enchanter, fiddled absently with the embroidered edge of his robe. He let out a heavy sigh and reached for his goblet, taking a long sip of the favored sugar wine, Tivi. Darius, the Divan and right hand to the Lord Sultan, eyed him from the other side of the table. He had known Arastoo for many years, and he was not a demon without flaws. His blood was special, carrying the ability to perform small amounts of magic, but as was a common trait amongst the line of Enchanters, he was gangly and peculiar. His way of thinking was inherently flawed; different from the way normal demons thought. Yet, the members of his blood line had always been tied to the royal families and positions of prestige. The magic in their blood had the potential to create powerful heirs when combined with a more powerful demon, such as that of the royals.
“Lord Balthazar is a busy demon, I’m sure he will arrive as soon as he is able,” Darius said, his attention returning to the pile of edicts that he was reviewing. They were the direct orders of the Lord Sultan, and Darius spent most of his day reading through them. He had a constant backpile of them, and he was using this interim between Lord Sultans to get caught up. The stack in his lap was the last of Sultan Sami’s royal decrees. Darius would review them for any written errors, cross check the actual information with his personal notes, and finally he would place the royal seal at the bottom of the decorated parchment page before sending it off to the royal libraries for filing and execution. It was as exhausting a process as it sounded and he looked forward to finishing them for a brief moment before the new Lord Sultan would be anointed.
“Tavi is curiously absent as well,” Arastoo said, setting his glass back down with undue force. Darius glanced at Arastoo through his brows. Tavi was naturally accorded more leniency than a normal council member; he was after all a prince of the kingdom.
Balthazar finally arrived, late into the afternoon, dressed once more in the solid white silk robes of the Lord Sultan, Tavi by his side .
“ Who is this?” Balthazar asked as he settled onto the white cushion at the head of the table. His ashen blue eyes were fixed intently on the fat demon.
“Lady Adira has chosen Jahan as her replacement, ” Darius said, motioning for the demon to speak up.
“ Lord Balthazar,” Jahan said, bowing his head, “it is a supreme honor to serve on this
Chapter Eighteen
The Devasi palace buzzed with rumors of the fight with Baal. Balthazar and Tavi returned the previous evening with a bound and beaten Hasan, and a very peculiar creature. Neither of the royal demon lords said a word of what had transpired. When morning came and went with still not a breath of news, the Council respectfully requested Balthazar’s presence and an explanation. They now sat around the rectangular table in the council chambers awaiting his arrival. The newest council member, Lady Adira’s replacement, shifted uncomfortably in his, his rotund belly making it difficult for him to move. He could feel the eyes of the other Council members on him. It was a terribly unusual thing for a demon to be overweight, and Jahan was used to getting strange looks. It wasn’t his fault he liked food so much, and despised any form of physical activity. He had learned long ago that he could do a perfectly good job of telling others what to do without much effort at all. And it seemed to work for him as he was now the new Khaja, or Master of the Palace Staff. It was a very prestigious position, and if he had a wife, she would have no doubt been very proud of him. Jahan, however, found no use for such a thing. It would just be another responsibility that would require copious amounts of physical activity in the form of sex, something he had decided he could do without.
Arastoo , the Master Enchanter, fiddled absently with the embroidered edge of his robe. He let out a heavy sigh and reached for his goblet, taking a long sip of the favored sugar wine, Tivi. Darius, the Divan and right hand to the Lord Sultan, eyed him from the other side of the table. He had known Arastoo for many years, and he was not a demon without flaws. His blood was special, carrying the ability to perform small amounts of magic, but as was a common trait amongst the line of Enchanters, he was gangly and peculiar. His way of thinking was inherently flawed; different from the way normal demons thought. Yet, the members of his blood line had always been tied to the royal families and positions of prestige. The magic in their blood had the potential to create powerful heirs when combined with a more powerful demon, such as that of the royals.
“Lord Balthazar is a busy demon, I’m sure he will arrive as soon as he is able,” Darius said, his attention returning to the pile of edicts that he was reviewing. They were the direct orders of the Lord Sultan, and Darius spent most of his day reading through them. He had a constant backpile of them, and he was using this interim between Lord Sultans to get caught up. The stack in his lap was the last of Sultan Sami’s royal decrees. Darius would review them for any written errors, cross check the actual information with his personal notes, and finally he would place the royal seal at the bottom of the decorated parchment page before sending it off to the royal libraries for filing and execution. It was as exhausting a process as it sounded and he looked forward to finishing them for a brief moment before the new Lord Sultan would be anointed.
“Tavi is curiously absent as well,” Arastoo said, setting his glass back down with undue force. Darius glanced at Arastoo through his brows. Tavi was naturally accorded more leniency than a normal council member; he was after all a prince of the kingdom.
Balthazar finally arrived, late into the afternoon, dressed once more in the solid white silk robes of the Lord Sultan, Tavi by his side .
“ Who is this?” Balthazar asked as he settled onto the white cushion at the head of the table. His ashen blue eyes were fixed intently on the fat demon.
“Lady Adira has chosen Jahan as her replacement, ” Darius said, motioning for the demon to speak up.
“ Lord Balthazar,” Jahan said, bowing his head, “it is a supreme honor to serve on this
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