Book 2: Chapter 117
Heidi
The phone rang three times. “I know.” Said Gulteer casually. “I currently nurse Nanemous. Feel honored. You are only the Third instance I know of where a female bequeath their babe to them, Theophania being one of them. Is it awake?”
“No.” I responded, but I could hear her growl. “Be Still.” He snarled at her.
“I don’t want to….” She complained.
“I will get your mistress if you continue.” He growled.
She whimpered like a little kid. “No! She likes to braid my hair and she brushes my fur. Last time she PUT A BOW ON MY TAIL!”
“Then Sit Down and Stop Wiggling.” He chastised.
“But the soap removes my musk….” She complained.
“Horns Below…. I’ll be over after I finish brushing her fur and bathing her. It took me an hour to catch her… She does not like baths.” He said simply.
I held a small laugh.
“You make it sound like you were chasing around a puppy.” I said hearing her huff.
“You’d be surprised. The Second Demon, downed by a little water and soap.” He said as if he were smiling. “In the meantime, I suggest you get a soul. There are Plenty on any battlefield.” He said likely suggesting I go where my original demon died…
“I thought I would need a soul pot?” I said a little confused.
“You’re right. You can borrow mine, though it is full at the moment. I know you are not ready for that kind of commitment, especially since you’ll only need it a few days. The more people killed, the faster it’s made. It took thousands of souls and innocents to make a pot that can hold however much I need…. I made this Years ago, back during the war. Souls then were a dime a dozen. No one had guns to shoot you with holy water either. A thousand humans missing meant nothing. Hills of rotting flesh were left by the young master, pilled high from destroying entire cities at a time.” He said with a reminiscent sigh.
…. I don’t see how that was nostalgic… but we are Literal fairy tale monsters.
/That does not mean we have to act like it./ Snorted Sparkle. / I won’t let you do that./
/…. Trust me I don’t think I Could if I Wanted./
/Good… I don’t mind hurting bad people who do bad things… they make it hard for the good ones. They make them hurt. I bet every Hunter pack was once a happy family who didn’t let go of what happened to them./
It was the most she’d said in a Long time… since while I was in Tarteron… out of fear she was quiet. She was afraid of the demons, the punishment all around us, and especially the Herald…. He was not a bad person, but he was a demon, one bound to follow the Horned One’s orders. She was scared she’d say something to offend the Horned One, as sweet and Little as she is.
“Hey you can’t go up there!” I heard a Warrior shout.
“Werewolf you should Move. I’m not in the Mood to Play.” Sneered Gulteer.
“Shit.” I mumbled, getting out of bed as quietly as I could, but that movement was enough to wake John.
“That’s Gulteer isn’t it.” He said rubbing his eyes with both hands. He was still asleep on his back.
“…. Yup.”
“Lady Damnit.” He grumbled. “Let him up!”
“Alright Alpha.” Shouted Warrior Jax.
He knocked three times, and I opened the door. We led him to the office, since that was more appropriate. I sat next to John in my chair holding Zahrraam… Gulteer sat in the leather guest chair. He sat there with the posture of a King, which technically he was. He was the True Witch King, but he never took his title.
“I find it funny you both think the same thing. If I took my title, it would mean Nothing. I Already cannot die; my god is Equal to the Light. The only thing I wish is for my family’s peace. You did that little one. I will enforce it, but I need you to do me a favor.” He said crossing his leg high up, like a boss would.
“What do you have in mind?” Asked John.
“Your little laptops and contraptions can contact the Holy Seat yes?” He asked.
“I don’t have that number…. but I’m sure my father or his majesty can.”
“Good, good. I would rather speak with Rodrick though. He is the true Man King. He just refuses to admit it. If he wasn’t he’d be able to die now, wouldn’t he?” He asked.
Me and John looked at each other at the same time. He was up to no good.
“I’m not, well… by Hell’s standards I’m threading the needle. Priests are our enemy. We Crush their souls into Dust before sending them back to their lord. However, my little ones do not live near men. I ordered that Years ago. All we have are each other and the Master’s divine power. These new generations are not battle worn… they are Soft…. I don’t know Why the Master does this, but I will protect mine always.”
“Because it’s Right.” I blurted. He glared at me. He wanted an explanation since it looked like this confused him…. I spoke with a man that was confused by the concept of compassion.
“I don’t rightly Know what that is Heidi. What is compassion? I could never wrap my head around it.”
John had an explanation before I could word my feelings. “It’s being considerate of another’s plight. It’s understanding they are Weak and Small. It is giving them the chance to Live without Us. It is treating them with respect, as if they were more than Just cattle, or mortal.”
“Is it letting them go to live their short filthy life? Everyone wants life, but few know what to do with it. What of the thieves? Allow them to continue stealing? Most will not Change. Eventually they will be Tired of poverty. In my opinion, culling them is a mercy.”
“Better to have a Choice on what to do with the short life they are given, than fashioned into a Screaming pot.” Said John. “Take that Shit off My Damn Desk.”
I don’t know what happened to make him so confident… but he reminded me of his father.
“Oh? Now That’s interesting. What of those who do worse? What of those who Like being evil as much as Me…. There are none more sadistic than a mortal with the means of caring out his sick desires. You have not Seen Men do those things. There were times when it was a Mercy to die by my demons.” He said leaning in with a twisted smile, but he did take the pot off the table, and let it sit in his lap.
I couldn’t hear anything… just that it always held Something, or rather Someone inside…
“Then you did a service, but know I still don’t condone it. Should the Same things happen to your people, you wouldn’t smile for it. We are immortal yes, but who are We to Say what they can and cannot do? They are Not our people to police. We live here in our own solitude, and for it, I managed to at Least get peace on paper because of it.” Said John. “Had we been a hunting raid, behaving as drunken rabid Rogues, we’d all be laid on the Ring before you’d have gotten the chance to help us.” John held no fear, and it made me feel safe regardless to how much stronger he was than us… “And on top of it, Heidi was knowingly a representative of Your people. Had she thought and behaved as you did, peace would also not be possible.”
As it was, I knew he could turn into a serpent, shoot lightning, fly without a broom, and breathe fire from hell, turning his head into that of a dragon’s…. including Turning Into An Actual Dragon. Yet my mate sat there shielding me.
“…. I knew I liked you. Unlike Most… you are genuine. It would have been a shame if you two had been Waisted in such a way. It is why I will relent. It is why I wish to speak with Rodrick. If he’s willing to Really have a truce, by my command, even witches who Don’t worship the Master will obey my order.” He said with folded arms.
I could tell that he was more upset that he had to have a truce than actually talking to Rodrick.
“Then I will provide you that information.” Said John. He Doogled the number for the Church. He wrote it down for him to call, and Gulteer promptly did, leaving it on speaker.
It rang a few times before an automatic voice spoke. “Thank you for calling the Herrisburger Church of the Light, the fourth oldest Church in Pennsylvanya. Due to high call volume, our menu options have changed. If you would like to know our service hours. press one, for reception and records press two, for mobile on the go confession with a live priest, press three. The Light Shines on All beneath our loving sun. May the Light be with you, thank you for calling.”
He pressed three. “Please hold.” Lobby music played jazzy piano while he looked a little impatient.
“Father Brakette, do you wish to schedule a meeting, or talk now. May the Light be With you.” He said as if he were cheerful. I mean it was a sunny day.
“I hope the fuck not. Get me Rodick. May the Nigh embrace you.”
“Oh Gods…. Rodick…!” said the man freaked out. The cheerful jazzy music played, and Gulteer chuckled.
“You fucked with him didn’t you?” Said John.
“It’s almost as if you’ve been around another Old One.” He said knowing something I didn’t.
That would be ridiculous… John is Basically a Lunar Knight with his mentality. He is noble and trustworthy… I doubt any Old One would spend the time to know him... What could he Possibly do with or around the Old Ones of Destruction?
“We’ll talk about it later.” He said sheepishly hearing me.
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