something about. Like settin’ temptress free from yer curse. She may be a demoness, but she's still one of us. From what I be hearin’ from the sorcerer she’s got a nasty little taste of her own personal hell goin’ on now.”
I agree that needs to be first course of business and thank him for his sage advice. Pffif offers me his flask for a “wee bit O’ liquid courage.” Without question, Sil’s going to be pissed when she snaps to herself, but the flask isn’t going to help with that, so I decline and head across the hall to her and Vets room.
I open the door and Sil is still in her little wing-egg. Vets is nowhere to be seen. “Sil ,” I call out “I need your attention please.” The wings separate and fold to her back. She looks up slowly with vacant green alligator eyes and an expressionless face. She says nothing.
I reach to my will and choose my words carefully. “Silithes, I spoke in anger and did not mean to cause you harm. You are not worthless. I was wrong. I was angry. I am sorry. You are of value to all of us.”
Her eyes blink a bit and the expressionism of her face seems to return. Then as quick as hiccup she shoots me a look that literally has me take a step back – it was pure hate, rage and homicidal fury. Then just as quickly she turns her head to look away from me and takes a deep breath. “Thank you for releasing me from that Arthur,” she says in a cool neutral tone and begins to stand.
Her eyes return to me . “Don’t ever do that again,” she says seriously. She looks away again.
And I know what’s coming next: the “now to make it up to me…” It’ll be a kiss, a touch, or asking for the full deal. I brace myself and think of replies.
“I apologize Arthur ,” she says instead, looking back to me. “I should have pushed him away. I could have. It’s just nice to be… worshipped.”
You could knock me over with a breath.
“Won’t happen again ,” she continues. “I didn’t mean to sully your word, I know how much it means to you.”
“Good ,” I say, because I’m without words otherwise. I bring her up to speed with events and pose the question if she noticed anything from her time with Znuul.
She tells me “no.”
I ask her to think back all the same. She tells me all she remembers of his thoughts were “Oh yea!” and the feeling of him asserting dominance over her.
I ask her if she’s sure and she tells me that she was rather “Ooo baby Ooo” herself and wasn’t really focused on gathering intel at the time. That and she reminded me powerful beings such as Znuul are also well known to compartmentalize their thoughts to shield them.
I direct her to look at the footage and let us know anything that jumps out at her. We leave the room, her going to look at the video and me to return to my room.
I need to call family and ask them to hold off on attending church until things get under control.
Chapter 23
The reverend Martin James looks over his congregation at Saint James in London after having performed the service surrounding the Holy Eucharist. He knows their concerns and knows he needs to speak to them.
“Before we conclude this service, I wish to address the recent events in light of our mutual faith.” He look s out among the congregation and their eyes are riveted upon him. They need to hear what he has to say. “Let us all know that the words of devils and demons are not words to be trusted. These are dark times indeed. These creatures show themselves to us and attack us so brazenly. But let us not be turned by the words of hellspawn. These are creatures that have been cast down. These are creatures that are not in the grace of God. They tell falsehoods to make us, the faithful and good question ourselves. We shall not hear their lies and we will continue to embrace our love of God and his Son.”
There is a crash as an object flies through the stained glass window falling to the
I agree that needs to be first course of business and thank him for his sage advice. Pffif offers me his flask for a “wee bit O’ liquid courage.” Without question, Sil’s going to be pissed when she snaps to herself, but the flask isn’t going to help with that, so I decline and head across the hall to her and Vets room.
I open the door and Sil is still in her little wing-egg. Vets is nowhere to be seen. “Sil ,” I call out “I need your attention please.” The wings separate and fold to her back. She looks up slowly with vacant green alligator eyes and an expressionless face. She says nothing.
I reach to my will and choose my words carefully. “Silithes, I spoke in anger and did not mean to cause you harm. You are not worthless. I was wrong. I was angry. I am sorry. You are of value to all of us.”
Her eyes blink a bit and the expressionism of her face seems to return. Then as quick as hiccup she shoots me a look that literally has me take a step back – it was pure hate, rage and homicidal fury. Then just as quickly she turns her head to look away from me and takes a deep breath. “Thank you for releasing me from that Arthur,” she says in a cool neutral tone and begins to stand.
Her eyes return to me . “Don’t ever do that again,” she says seriously. She looks away again.
And I know what’s coming next: the “now to make it up to me…” It’ll be a kiss, a touch, or asking for the full deal. I brace myself and think of replies.
“I apologize Arthur ,” she says instead, looking back to me. “I should have pushed him away. I could have. It’s just nice to be… worshipped.”
You could knock me over with a breath.
“Won’t happen again ,” she continues. “I didn’t mean to sully your word, I know how much it means to you.”
“Good ,” I say, because I’m without words otherwise. I bring her up to speed with events and pose the question if she noticed anything from her time with Znuul.
She tells me “no.”
I ask her to think back all the same. She tells me all she remembers of his thoughts were “Oh yea!” and the feeling of him asserting dominance over her.
I ask her if she’s sure and she tells me that she was rather “Ooo baby Ooo” herself and wasn’t really focused on gathering intel at the time. That and she reminded me powerful beings such as Znuul are also well known to compartmentalize their thoughts to shield them.
I direct her to look at the footage and let us know anything that jumps out at her. We leave the room, her going to look at the video and me to return to my room.
I need to call family and ask them to hold off on attending church until things get under control.
Chapter 23
The reverend Martin James looks over his congregation at Saint James in London after having performed the service surrounding the Holy Eucharist. He knows their concerns and knows he needs to speak to them.
“Before we conclude this service, I wish to address the recent events in light of our mutual faith.” He look s out among the congregation and their eyes are riveted upon him. They need to hear what he has to say. “Let us all know that the words of devils and demons are not words to be trusted. These are dark times indeed. These creatures show themselves to us and attack us so brazenly. But let us not be turned by the words of hellspawn. These are creatures that have been cast down. These are creatures that are not in the grace of God. They tell falsehoods to make us, the faithful and good question ourselves. We shall not hear their lies and we will continue to embrace our love of God and his Son.”
There is a crash as an object flies through the stained glass window falling to the
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