Illusions Against Demons

Prologue

'What have I done to deserve this pleasure, Deputy Army General Maxine.'

The widow placed a cup of tea infront of the general before sitting down and making herself more or less comfortable.

'I had some overdue grievances that were bugging at my conscience.' The general picked up his tea cup and took a deep swing of the dark liquid.

Normally, he would prefer a good bottle of brandy but the mood had not allowed him to request one out of his host.

'Overdue is one way to put it, general, what I find more surprising is that you possess this conscience.'

A rather odd smile graced the general's lips.

'More tea?' The widow gestured towards the teapot.

'Don't let me stop you.'

The general watched as the steam slowly billowed out of his freshly poured tea.

The widow leaned on her arms and smiled.

'So, general, tell me why you're really here.'

'It's as I said, a case of thirteen years overdue of grievances for our dear Maria.'

The widow set down her cup and laughed.

'I must applaud the fact that my dearest brother remembers his niece's name! I didn't think you had in you, I must admit, remembering the name of the person you murdered.'

Her eyes sparkled as if they had just shared an interesting joke.

'Now tell me, brother dearest, by any chance do you remember the name of my son-in-law that you also murdered?'

The general stroke his beard as if trying to recall something.

'Dan, perhaps?'

'David but close enough.'

The widow stood up and made her way back to the oven. Pulling on her mittens, she bent down to remove the tray of backed goods.

She returned sporting the cookies on a china plate.

'Cookies?'

'Don't let me stop you.'

'It's not everyday you lose such talented people.' The general commented.

The widow moved to pour him another cup.

'I may be old but I'm not stupid, general'

'She has her mother's eyes.'

The widow grimaced

'She has her dead mother's eyes, general.'

'It's a shame, she hasn't been showing any...interesting changes. She would be a welcome candidate to the North American Sector.'

'So you can trap her in a place of no escape?'

'Your views on matters were always very interesting.'

The silence stretched out until the general decided to speak.

'I also have a daughter around her age.'

'Must be quite a dictator like you.' The widow commented dryly.

'Like no other but that is not what I was trying to get across.' He set down his cup before continuing.

'I understand the feeling of having a daughter so you do not need to worry about any harm to come to her.'

'What you mean by that is you'll give her a head start before you sending your dogs after her.'

'Exactly.'

This time it was the widow who broke the silence.

'Tea?'

'Don't let me stop you.'

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This is my first not-a-fanfiction type of story and I have no idea how this is going to turn out. I'll let this float around wattpad for a bit and see what feedback I receive.

Until next time,
Rye.