Water's Reflection or Hero's Guilt

Chapter Twenty-Seven

          “It appears to us that you have had a considerable amount of luck; without it, you would have been discovered already, and possibly dealt with.”

          June lay on the bed with a slight grin on her face. A single candle lit up the room. Outside, night had fallen. She held her Oleyrean orb in the palm of her right hand, toying with it. She had just finished recounting what had happened this morning to Mr. Evangely and listened to his response with little interest. In her head, she repeated the scene once more, enjoying her victory.

          When Terrance had come back from his 'test', Maldafa had been worried. He bore an expression that vowed he'd do anything to save June. He had a bottle with him which he presented to Madame Lyss. She briefly examined it. Neither one said anything—not even when she asked Terrance what he'd done—until Madame Lyss finally accepted the bottle; Terrance had passed the test.

          This had caused for Maldafa to grow even more worried, while June's voice played inside of her head, praying for Terrance to find out a demon had taken over her body. But when Madame Lyss explained to them the nature of June's illness, she did not mention the fact that the demon had taken over. She did not know.

          Maldafa laughed and rolled over on the bed. Her left hand slid over her body, she barely listened to what Mr. Evangely was saying. Something about the task at hand, stealth and secrecy. The demon did not even try to pay attention. Instead, she reveled over her new body. She felt amazing. No longer was she a prisoner, forced to watch how June lived her life—no! She could move on her own now, and every experience seemed so much stronger. To see and hear, to smell. To touch.

          She cupped one of her breasts with her hand, smiling. Her skin felt smooth, as did the thin layer of fur covering it. Fox fur, although Maldafa intended to get rid of that annoying little illusion cast upon her.

          Completely naked, even without ring, the demon enjoyed June's body in the empty bedroom.

          “Are you listening to us?” asked Mr. Evangely, catching Maldafa's attention.

          The demon chuckled. “Perhaps.” She let her fingertips brush the hairs on her slender waist.

          “You would do well to; we are the reason you are free now.”

          “June said me free, not you,” she answered, then shrugged. “Sure, you gave me some directions later, torturing the girl and all that, but you're not the reason I'm free now.”

          “It was us who intruded into the thoughts of June Bailey when she released you in Oakes, demon. Just as it was our servant who helped along your infection at Bailey Manor rather than inhibit it,” Mr. Evangely spoke with little patience. “Do not underestimate our importance.”

          “I won't,” she said, though with little sincerity to it. Her attention went out to her fingers, as they continued to explore her body. They traveled from her belly button to her hip, then caressing down to her thigh. She raised her left leg, stretching it straight into the air as she adored the limb. Slowly, she moved her hand closer to her body, in between her legs.