Sorceress, Spider, King.

The Brother and Sister of War

"Your Majesty," a deep and flowy feminine voice called, walking into the throne room where Danny was sat on his throne searching through scrolls and Peter who was doing the same but on the floor.

"Yes-" Danny sighed looking up and stopping in shock, "who are you?"

"I am Eztil, Goddess of Blood, Sister of War," she curtsied lifting her red skirt to show bare feet wrapped in bloody bandages matching the ones on her arms and covering her chest, "My brother informed me that you visited him and I realized I never introduced myself after you were crowned." blood dripped from her eyes and nose, falling off her gray skin and dissipating before hitting the ground.

"You are war's sister?" Peter asked, Danny kicked him.

"It's lovely to meet you, Eztil." Danny stood and bowed, "I am High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms, Keeper of Balance and Guardian of The Veil," he introduced, "and that's Peter."

She smiled at him, "It's nice to meet you as well."

"Sorry I can't host you further," Danny sighed, "I have to continue my search,"

"What are you searching for?"

"A contact between a sorceress and War's br-" Danny dropped his head into his hands, "I'm an idiot." he took a breath before looking back at Eztil, "Do you have another brother besides War?"

"You mean Justice?" Eztil tilted her head and lifted a brow.

"Is that War's brother?" Danny mimicked her brow rise.

"Yes," she nodded.

"It seems like he made contact with a Sorceress in 1688," Peter said standing from the floor.

"No he made a sorceress in 1688," Eztil corrected, "he made contact with a ten-year-old girl," she said with a snarl.

"I take it you aren't fond of your brother's actions?"

"Of course not!" She furrowed her brow "She was a child! And now he uses her as his personal soul servant!" She fumed, blood flowing out of her face faster.

"Soul servant?" Peter asked over Danny's shoulder.

"He gets her to kill people so he can have more souls under his control," Eztil explained angrily.

"why doesn't she stop?" Peter pushed.

"if she stops she dies" Eztil pushed her dark hair back behind her ears.

"But death must be better than this" Peter glanced between the scroll, Danny, and Eztil.

"Not if you will be in the same situation but with no support or friends." Eztil glared at Peter.

"Oh." Peter looked at the floor scratching the back of his neck. Eztil rolled her eyes.

"I would love to burn that contract," Eztil growled, then sighed, "but that would kill her...she doesn't deserve that."

"I'm going to try and find her contract," Danny began, "maybe my council and I can find a loophole."

"I'd appreciate that King Phantom," Eztil smiled, a fond look in her eyes, "she's a good friend to Eddie and has such a gift for sorcery." as her sentence finished she stomped her foot on the floor causing cuts to cover her skin, the blood from the cuts began to dissipate taking her with it.

"So," Peter started, "we are going to look through more paperwork?" Danny nodded, walking out of his throne room and into his office.

"Fright knight," Danny called into the room.

A purple flame burst from the ground fading to reveal a knight in black armor with a flaming sword in his hand.

"Yes, your Majesty," the knight said dipping into a bow.

"Gather my council, I wish to call a meeting and use their skills to help find the contract of the sorceress who saved me."

The search For the contract was tedious considering the amount of deals made that year for the success of the 'Glorious Revolution' and ensuring its limited bloodshed.

They had at least two hundred thousand contracts for the year 1688 and close to forty thousand were relating to sorceresses.

Needless to say, Danny's attempts at searching for keywords didn't work. Now he was sat in his office with a stack of contracts while his council had similarly sized stacks they were working through in their lairs. Peter had gone home to start his patrol, and the Justice League said they had enough people on call for the night leaving him with no way to procrastinate the paper pile besides more paperwork that was less fun.

While digging through scrolls and tombs one particular sigil caught his eye. Not one to ignore his gut, Danny stood from his desk and crouched to the ground in front of it grabbing a piece of chalk on the way.

He traced the sigil on the ground, poking it once he finished it.

The sigil erupted in blinding white light as Danny stood. The light faded to reveal the god of Justice, his presence commanding.

"King Phantom," the God of Justice intoned, his voice echoing with the weight of divinity. "What brings you to summon me?"

Danny met the god's gaze. "Justice," he began, voice firm, "I seek answers regarding your contract with Rosemarie Everett."

"Rosemarie," Justice echoed, the name heavy on his tongue. "My sorceress is bound by her contract, as all mortals are bound by the laws of fate."

"But at what cost?" Phantom pressed, his voice tinged with urgency. "She suffers under your servitude, her soul tainted by the poison of your demands." his usual childish voice gone. Right now he wasn't Danny the teenager who lives with Peter Parker, no, right now he was High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms, Keeper of balance and protector of the veil, and right now he had to save his savior.

Justice looked at Phantom with a measured gaze, his eyes showing no hint of emotion. "The price of justice is often steep," he replied, his voice resonating with an air of finality. "My sorceress knew the terms of our agreement when she made her choice."

"But does justice truly demand such sacrifice?" Phantom implored, "Is there no mercy to be found in the heart of justice?"

Phantom and Justice stood face to face, the tension in the room heavy, neither side willing to yield. The god's expression remained stoic, his eyes betraying a steely resolve that mirrored Phantom's own determination.

"Rosemarie's contract," Phantom demanded, his voice firm. "Show me the terms she agreed to."

In response, Justice raised a hand, and a spectral parchment materialized, its surface adorned with runes and sigils of ancient power. With a flick of his finger, the god unrolled the contract, revealing the terms that bound Rosemarie to his service.

Phantom scanned the document, a sinking feeling settling in his gut. The terms were clear, the obligations binding, leaving little room for negotiation or compromise. Rosemarie had willingly entered into the contract, fully aware of the consequences. Well, as aware as a ten-year-old can be.

"This contract," Danny began, his voice hollow with defeat, "it condemns her to a life of servitude, a prisoner to your demands."

Justice glared at Phantom with cold detachment, his gaze unwavering. "She chose her path," he replied, his voice like thunder in the silence that followed. "She knew the price of her power, and she accepted it willingly."

With a clap of his hands, the god vanished in a whirlwind of gold, leaving Danny alone in his office, as the spectral parchment crumbled to dust.