“Absolutely not!” Quinn snarled, glaring sideways at Calista as they walked back towards the infirmary.
Her eyes flashed in annoyance.
“I know what I’m doing, Quinn,” she said patiently. “I just need you to set it up for me and make the introduction.”
Quinn halted them, stepped in front of her, and put his hands on her shoulders, gripping them.
“No fucking way. You cannot just deal with a demon like Flauros on a whim.”
Calista sighed and scowled at him.
“You did. You told me what you did to Imperator. I need to do this. For Amaya.”
Calista had gotten it into her head that she wanted to offer Lucia’s soul to the demon lord Flauros. Right then, Quinn regretted telling her about their deal, when he’d given Imperator to him. He should never have mentioned it to her.
Flauros had owed Quinn a favour, so it had been a straightforward business transaction with no repercussions for anyone except Imperator. Calista wanted to deal with him and offer him Lucia’s soul.
“He owed me a favour,” Quinn said through gritted teeth. “I did something for him and he offered it to me.”
“So you are on good terms with him then? So he’ll speak with me, at least.”
Quinn growled.
“I don’t want you anywhere near a demon like that. Have you ever met a demon lord before? Or even spoken to one?”
Calista frowned at him.
“Well, no, but...”
“They are highly strung and they always manage to come out on top, no matter what deal you think you’ve struck. He isn’t my friend, Calista. He is dangerous.”
She thought about that for a minute.
“He’s right,” Air spoke up, “they only care about what’s in it for them.”
“But we are giving him a soul to torment. Surely that is reward enough for his time?” Calista tried.
Quinn growled again, frustrated that she wasn’t giving up. He admitted, though, that the thought of Lucia belonging to Flauros definitely appealed to him. After what she’d done, they had earned the right to offer her up.
“It isn’t as simple as that,” Quinn said, knowing that Calista was going to get her way. Because it made sense. Offering Lucia’s soul to Flauros would be exactly what she deserved. “You would owe him, and that doesn’t sit right. He would probably never request anything of you, but you’d be bound to give him what he wanted if he did.”
It was Air’s turn to snarl as he realised what Quinn was going to say.
“No! Don’t you dare!”
Quinn sighed a weary sigh and shrugged at Air.
“I will commune with him. I will offer her to him,” he said dejectedly.
“No, Quinn, I don’t expect you to do this. I want to. Let me.”
Air looked between them with a scowl, and Quinn could feel his anger at the thought of either of them being beholden to Flauros. It would be better all round that Quinn be the one to take on the burden, though. He would probably request a vision. They usually did.
Quinn cupped Calista’s cheek and smiled down at her.
“You are giving Amaya freedom tonight. Let me give her vengeance.”
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Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4: Papa IV Era & The Main Event - Fate Breaker (MxM)
FantasíaMxM Follow up to Essence of Quinn Parts 1&2. Quinn must face his past to be able to move on with his future. He's overcome most of his demons since he was summoned by Secondo and he's gone up against destiny itself, but a past transgression will co...
