Deal with the Devil
The faint tingling in the air sent every one of her senses on edge, but the moment she felt it the sensation was gone. Opening her eyes to the pitch black room she scanned it quickly, looking for the source of power her eyes landed on the outlined figure. He sat in the vinyl arm chair, fingers wrapped lazily around a bottle of Blue Moon ale drinking slowly. Cursing herself she should have known better, hard to believe only hours ago he'd been a good fuck and now he was trouble. Slowly raising her head the light of her cell phone illuminated his face. Picking it up he held it face towards her, the face of one of her best friends flashed on the screen.
"So," he began in an almost bored tone. "You know Hitomi."
The moment the words left his lips her entire demeanor changed. Once kind blue eyes became calculating ice pools, her plump lips pressed into a thin line and tension ran through her body. Even from across the room he couldn't miss the way she pulled her legs beneath her, ready to spring away at a moment's notice. She sat up; the sheets pooling at her tiny waist her gaze did not waver from his own. She was naked from their earlier exploits, but he'd taken the time to redress in his suit. In fact he'd planned on leaving her all together, until her phone had vibrated on the table catching his attention.
"What if I do," her voice held an icy edge, an edge that all women held and would wield when it suited them. "She is only an acquaintance of mine."
"Acquaintance," he rumbled taking another sip of his beer. She had to know the jig was up, the way her muscles coiled tightly in her body. "Is that what allegiance with Antiquarians gets you?"
"Dijinn," she hissed leaping to her feet. Circling away from him and towards the door muttering under her breath spell after spell; wards, bindings and curses flew from her mouth in attempt of self preservation.
The words stung against his skin, but still he didn't move. Nor acknowledge the pain surfacing on his chest and edging down his arms from the verbal attacks. Instead he sighed, shifting in his chair and reaching for a terrycloth robe beside him. Throwing it at her the garment smacked her in the face.
Snarling an obscenity her hand tore the garment away; he'd broken her concentration and line of sight on him. Looking to the chair again he was no longer there, the beer he'd been nursing sat abandoned. A hand upon her face shoved her roughly back and against the wall. Calloused hands held her in place on her throat and the other covering her mouth, she didn't struggle knowing that it would only make it worse. Inhaling deeply through her nose she glared at him darkly.
Her eyes bore into his with a fire and intensity he hadn't seen in years, if looks could kill hers would be as deadly as they come. It was rare to find a woman like this, a witch like her. "Put the robe on and stop casting at me," he commanded, removing his hands and strolling back to his beer. "Your nudity is distracting."
Her face flamed red as she struggled to shove her arms into the knee length robe as quickly as possible. "You're not going to kill me," she said as more a statement than a question.
Sighing heavily he threw himself back into the chair with a grunt. "If I was going to kill you, you would have been dead already."
That was true, but still his honesty about it didn't settle well with her. "You could have eaten my soul."
He snorted, "Don't be foolish. Not all demons eat souls."
"You are Dijinn," she accused, flipping her shoulder length hair out of the robe.
"You are human," he said his face going placid once again. "Let's stop stating the obvious."
"What do you want?"
Silence hung in the air after those words. What did he want, what did anyone ever want with his kind? "To make a deal."
"A deal?"
"You seem like a fair and just human," he said, fingers drumming along the edge of the chair. "I want to enact Sencturi with you."
"Sencturi," she muttered her deep brown eyes growing wide. "The demon pact?"
He nodded, "In ancient times it was not uncommon for Dijinn like myself to pledge to a human or witch." A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, "And everyone knows how you Antiquarians love ancient traditions."
"I specialize in rare objects," she snapped. "Not demon rituals."
"I see you do not know much of it then," he mused, enjoying the murderous look she shot him. "Sencturi is similar to a summoning you would maintain control over what I do and what I can say but I would not have to return to the realm at all." His thumb rubbed against a hole in the vinyl arm of the chair absently. "It would also link us until the end of time, meaning it would extend your life from decades to centuries."
She snorted at him, dropping her arms to her sides. "Why would I do something so obviously stupid as to link myself to a demon."
"The pact would strengthen your powers and abilities for the Antiquarians and for the movement against the royals." He saw that the mention of the royal families struck a chord with her. It was well known that the Antiquarian organization was trying to take down the royals as part of the resistance. "It is the Antiquarians mission to obtain the objects of power and seal them correct."
"So who summoned you," she spit out, her fist clenching and sparking with unchecked power.
He watched her hand with a wary eye; he didn't stay just to have her blast him back to the realm with no reward. "It was an associate of the royals, Dilandau. It is not in my interest to tell him what I know, nor is it in demonian's interest to help them further without opposition. I will help you and the Antiquarians. I have enough information to be of great assistance when it comes to location and retrieval."
"So you want to be a retriever?"
"Do I look like a dog to you," he said his face falling flat. "No, I want to help you locate the objects you seek. Many of them are unguarded since the royals feel that they are secure or that no one is aware they possess them."
She smirked at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "What objects are those?"
"The Orb of Baahst and the Golden Fleece are in Freid and Andvari's Ring is in the Astorian Vaults. Those are only a few that I know of."
Her eyes grew wide, those objects were prized in both the Antiquarian world and in all of magic. If he knew where they were and who had them they could put an end to the royals endless supply of wealth, or at least make a dent in it. "Why should I trust a demon?"
"Because," he began. "We both want the same thing, freedom."
"Freedom," she whispered, her brows drawing together in confusion.
"Yes, we both want freedom, freedom from oppression, freedom of choice. Those who summon me and my kind only require the use of a slave," he snarled. "Do I look like a slave you?"
"And what about last night," she asked before she could stop herself. Her face flamed red to the tips of her ears.
A deafening silence hung in the air for a moment as they stared at one another, she felt betrayed. It was written all over her face. Before he realized it he was pressing her body against his, she'd gone ridged the moment he came close but it didn't matter. A hand caressed down her cheek then brushing against her lower lip, he was surprised when she opened her mouth slightly and couldn't resist kissing her. It was a fierce lip lock, one filled with anger and resentment from her and he relished in it because she did not push him away. Breaking the kiss he whispered against her lips, "You know exactly what last night was."
"Give me a reason to trust you," she replied, breathing in quick pants as her hands fisted into his suit jacket. "If this is to work," she cleared her throat, sea green eyes staring into bottomless crimson pools. "I-I need to know you will not betray me."
"For that assurance, I shall give you what is most precious," he smiled softly to her then leaning closer to her ear he kissed along her neck and to the base of her ear. There he whispered softly, his name.
At first she didn't believe him, but the moment he uttered his own name to her he'd convulsed. Staggering away his body shifted in and out of focus, blurring around the edges then he was gone all together. He'd either been called back by the sorcerer who summoned him or he'd been banished back to the realm. Gathering her breath she quickly began mumbling a silencing spell, weaving his name into the casting and to her surprise it took the moment she finished. He'd given her his name, his true name. With that in the spell he would be unable to tell anyone a single thing he'd discovered. Every magical being knew that your true name was the only thing that could destroy you.
Days went by and she'd though about what had happened that night. She'd never spoken to Hitomi about it even though the girl had asked. She'd lied and said it was only a fling, after several days though she'd come to a decision.
In the basement of her antique book store the circles were set. The chalk lines pulsed with her magic as she drew them, intent on summoning a single demon. The seal was set, various capping runes drawn around the main symbol drawn perfectly, she finished the last rune and stepped backward into her own circle. It was identical to the other save for a few extra protection runes, just in case she summoned the wrong demon. Finger touched to thumb and teeth on edge she began to chant, weaving into the spell the true name of the intended, almost instantly the runes began to glow. From the center rose a figure shrouded in thick black smoke that never strayed from the circle on the floor. Plumes rose with the figure engulfing it, with the last spoken word it dissipated like mist in the morning light and there in the center stood her intended.
He looked a little worse for the wear, the least damaging was the swollen eye; but cuts lined his face dried blood accompanied a split lip. She couldn't be sure how, but he still managed to look just as dapper in his suit and tie as when she'd first met him.
"Hello again Folken," she said with a small smile.
"Princess Eries."
End.
Hello Kittens,
Not much to say about this one, I've always loved FolkenxEries fics and they're some of my favorites to read. This is a little more mature then the last ones I think with how suggestive it is, but that should fit the rating I'd think.
Antiquarian- Group of magical rebels who seek out objects owned by the Royals, they're lead by Hitomi Kanzaki who possesses the powers of divination; the group finds and destroys/neutralizes magical objects; made up mostly of misfits and rebels.
Dijinn- Supernatural demons and high wielders of magic, known from early Arabian and later Islamic mythology and theology. An individual member of the jinn can be known as a jinni, djinni, or genie. Some if not most are shape shifters and prized among summoners for the cunning and magical abilities.
Orb of Godishin- An orb made of silver that can trap to souls of the innocent and give it's wielder their power and energy when wielding magic.
Golden Fleece- Grants wielder immeasurable riches also enables wearer to fly using golden wings.
Andvari's Ring- In Norse mythology, Andvari, a dwarf who lives under a waterfall, possesses a magical ring which helped him to become wealthy. This same ring has the power to grant anyone riches they desire with no adverse effects.
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