Superstitions

A little addition

A.N. Bet you didn't expect this. I had just written something by that moment, and successfully forgot about this. So, here, enjoy.

Danny rubbed his temples in annoyance and sighed deeply.

"Can we get rid of him?" He asked, looking behind at Sam.

"NO, you CAN'T kill him," she glared.

Tucker whimpered even more, clutching his nag's neck like his life depended only on that. He rode beside them. He didn't have a way to escape from the demon and his follower. What did they want him for? Some satanic ritual? Sacrifice? One thought of that made Tucker faint several times on their way.

"Jeez, I didn't mean killing," Danny deadpanned, raising his hands. "Besides, it was a rhetorical question."

"A what?" Sam asked, raising her eyebrow.

"A question I don't need anyone to answer because I already know it."

"Then why asking it in the first place?"

"To blow off some steam. I know that we can't just let him run away, he will tell everyone."

"I won't, I swear!" Tucker put in, still shaking like a leaf.

"I became the King of the Dead not because I trusted every guy I knew for one day," Danny commented. "I won't take any chances."

"But what about me, then?" Sam asked. "You didn't know me at all, but still helped me."

"It's different. Why would you run to the Inquisition if they want you dead? Besides, it would have been a shame if a cute girl died."

He only then realized what he said, his cheeks flushed green as he looked away. Sam stared at his back with wide eyes, her face becoming warm and red. Tucker stared at the exchange between them. Yes, he had previously noted a bond between the two, but when he learned who they were...it just seemed surreal. This Devil was probably planning the most sinful things with the attractive girl, trying to seduce her. Well, she was a witch already...

"But if she turns from that path..." Tucker cursed the words which jumped out of his mouth.

To his relief, Danny only laughed. "Oh, such a naivety, how cute. Tucker, do you really think that all the people burned down, drown or, in the best case, decapitated, are all guilty?"

"Well, maybe there are some mistakes..."

Sam narrowed her eyes. "Mistakes?! I was almost killed!"

Tucker flinched. He shouldn't anger the one who was holding the demon back.

Danny decided to intervene. "Religion during this age of human history is the most effective way to fulfill ambitions. Pope himself has a huge army, an enormous palace and for what? To shed blood of fellow humans and christians. Because the God hears him better on top of what used to belong to Rome's true owners? And the Inquisition is his most disgusting, yet effective instrument. What society is this, when one accidental word can lead to death? I'll tell you, this is what my world was like during my father's rule. HE was the true devil out there. I'm trying to make my world a better place for its inhabitants."

"Sinners?"

"People you call demons. We have our own share of problems. Feudalism is severely outdated, and without father's iron fist, many of the Lords think too much of themselves. Anyways, Sammy, the next town is where your grandmother lives, right?" Danny looked back.

Sam nodded and smiled. "Yeah."

"I can already see lines of smoke through all that trees. And Tucker. Spill a word, and I won't hesitate."