Good-Bye, Centennial
Prologue - Demon With a Jar
Friday, March 5, 2027
Chris Halliwell stood in front of the glass doors of Centennial and sighed. "One last time."
About the same time, Steve Kessler, a warlock, was talking to what looked like a man holding a jar. There was skepticism on his face. "You truly believe that what's in that jar will do anything to even slow down these witches let alone harm them, Knøttlitenmester."
Knøttlitenmester didn't much care for his words. "You have so little faith, but that will not get you a free demonstration."
Steve shrugged. "The prestige of taking on offspring of the Charmed Ones should be worth something."
"Not worth my time," Knøttlitenmester declared, slightly bored. "I will be paid or I will leave."
"You'll be paid," Steve assured him, "half now, half later. Hold out your hand."
Knøttlitenmester held out him and waited at Steve covered his hand with his own. Though he winced, Knøttlitenmester waited until Steve pulled his hand away.
"I think you know what to do."
Knøttlitenmester nodded. "Tell me if you ever take on the Charmed Ones themselves. That will be worth my time."
"This first," Steve reminded him.
"Of course. Pleasure doing business."
As Knøttlitenmester walked away Steve scowled. "Not even close to a pleasure."
I know it's short. Steve chapters almost always are. Give him a little more time and he starts causing even more trouble . . . or melts when his daughter shows up. Let's be fair. Devia does have her daddy wrapped around her finger. Knøttlitenmester is a combination of two Norwegian words meaning "Tiny Master". I'm liking that language. They have such cool sounding words. I have no clue how it's pronounced, but that's what the words mean.
Hope you enjoy the story.