Author Note: This was a short one-shot I wrote for a contest on deviantArt. It can basically go in between the two parts of 'Justice is Blind.'
Whispers
"I'm blind. Why would you want me?"
Silly child, the cool, sultry voice whispered into her ear. There's so much more that you could offer me. Do you really think a demon is only interested in a mage's eyes?
Sacha breathed out cold air. It stuck to her lungs and stayed within her body even as she released it. The demon was close, circling her like a predator. She could only feel him as his presence drained all the heat from both her body and the room away.
"Silly demon. What makes you think I'll succumb to your whispers? I'm blind. There is no magic that can cure me. You cannot give me my sight back."
There was a fiendish chuckle. I can give you something. It might not be true sight, but it will still let you see.
"I will not use blood magic. I will not allow you to take my mind and body and turn me into an abomination. Away with you, demon. I will not listen to your whispers." Sacha turned her head, but it made no difference where she stared. Everything was black, and the demon was still there.
Dear, sweet Sacha. Perhaps the lure of returning your sight won't pursued you, but I know of another desire you crave. One that runs deeper and darker. A desire that's been smoldering within you ever since that night...
Sacha slowly gasped as her mind became flooded with images, touches, sounds, smells. She saw his gleaming eyes, the look of pure predatory lust within them. She could feel him touching her in sensitive areas, hard and soft. She could hear his harsh breathing, and smell the ale on his breath. The pain returned, sharp and harsh. The lyrium burned and seeped, taking away her ability to see the world.
Life in the Gallows brought many hushed conversations between mages. One of those included the discussion of what a mage might do if they were ever tempted by a demon. Sacha had always thought she would be able to resist. That there was no desire or power she wished for desperately enough that it would allow a demon to take her. Now... she wasn't so sure.
Is that what you seek? Is that what you wish? I can let you take your revenge. He would not expect it. After all, what use is a blind mage to a demon? What use is a blind mage to anyone?
"If you say those things, then what use am I to you?"
I only want to help. To give you the tool you need.
"But what do you want in exchange?"
What every demon wants.
Sacha sat on her bed, feeling every lump as she slowly breathed in and out. It was tempting, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to pay the price. "You will not have me, demon."
I think I will... eventually. Once you get a taste of it, you'll desire more...