William lay still as stone as she stitched him together, waiting for her to finish. He wondered for a moment what he would do once she had finished. He was too exhausted to return home even now, and would have to rest. That meant he would be stuck with her here, in her nest, as it were.
Before he knew it, there it was; her bargain. He began to squirm, trying to push himself up. “Now wait just a moment,” he had to pause, feeling lightheaded as he did. “I did not ask to be brought here. In fact, I advised you to kill me quickly, while you had a chance to enjoy it. I can do nothing for you but promise to spare your life the next time we meet, should the chance arise. Nothing else.”
He’d drained his energy already, and he began to cough, then lowering himself back to the surface. “Forget it… I don’t have the energy to be angry in this state. We can discuss it properly once I recover. As much as I loathe to admit it, perhaps I do owe you something.”
“…As for your name,” he began, closing his eyes again. “I hadn’t thought of it that way. I have no time to hunt down demons for sport, so I had no intention of doing so, but you may keep it to yourself.”
In truth, he didn’t particularly care to know why she seemed so bitter towards him. Of course she was. She was a demon, after all. She knew what his business was.
A bargain. Was it really? The woman’s expression furrowed into a nasty look that could have raised the fire of hell. The candles in the room flickered wickedly at rage she clamped her teeth around. Those fangs gnashing into the air before her dangerously.
"I desire nothing from you, reaper,“ The woman intoned sharply, as if he had insulted her by mere idea of it. The lady in red didn’t expect him to keep such a promise. False words is all they were. Yet– why was she going through this then? What did she want? Perhaps she didn’t even know herself.
”Your kind has given me enough betrayed promises–“ Those scarlet eyes– those burning twin rubies flashed brightly with wrath. Then? There is a pause while she reined her temper back with a deep breath. No. She would not engage in this kind of behaviour. ”–you are in no condition for this. I appologize.“ Angelina certianly didn’t say the apology with much conviction, but, saying it alone was something to be remarked upon.
It wasn’t every day a demon uttered those words.
The woman lapses into silence as she moves from the bed and crosses the room. The distant sounds of stones grinding together and water sloshing is heard. When the demon returns there is a the large bowl in those skilled hands. The liquid therein carried a different scent; something floral and soothing. The bowl is set to a side table and her weight dips the side of the bed as she leans over him with a warm cloth. There is a diligence in the touch that starts easing away the remains of dried blood.
”Madam Red,“ She finally breaks the silence. ”You may call me that.“ The daemon merely hopes she will not grow to regret the decision. Ah, but more does she have to loose? She’s already invited him into her nest. A name is the least of the concerns in her growing list. Perhaps he has already fell to slumber and her words fall on deaf ears.
