The pending, and possibly world destroying, war between the gods was important. But Francis figured the demonic cat needed dealing with first, in the most literal sense.
“So, you won't leave until I make a deal with you?” The Marine asked.
“Yes.” The demon purred. “I ca all this way, after all. There's no reason I should leave empty handed.”
“You don't have hands.” Francis pointed out.
“Oh, really?” The cat wiggled its thumbs at him. “What do you call these then?”
“Trouble,” Francis said, “My daddy always told , never walk behind a horse, and never trust a cat with thumbs.”
“That is surprisingly sound advice.” The demon batted at the walls of its magical prison. Red sparks flashed with each swipe. “Too bad your friend the wizard is going to run out of juice soon. Tick tock, ti to make a deal before the barrier drops.”
Cassi had tried to banish the demon back to whatever hell-dinsion it ca from. But, so far, nothing had worked. Soon the wizard would burn through the last of his reserves.
Francis suspected the creature was far more powerful than it seed. Information was currency, and knowledge of divine politics probably didn't co cheap. That ant this cat was connected.
“If we make a deal, will you try and twist my words?” The Marine asked, buying ti while he ca up with a solution. There was the hint of an idea rattling around in his skull. But it wasn't fully ford yet.
“Of course! I usually choose the interpretation that is the most fun. At least, the most fun for .” The cat grinned, showing multiple rows of sharp white teeth. “Now, any other questions before we proceed?”
Francis felt a wave of calm wash over him. Sothing about the way the cat talked had jogged his mory. Perhaps it was the demon’s cool certainty, the way it expected to be obeyed. But it reminded him of talking to an officer. And he knew exactly how to handle officers.
The Corporal adjusted his way of thinking, he could twist words too. In fact, he was very good at creatively interpreting the aning of a sentence. That was why he went on so many “walks”.
“Alright kitty, let's make a deal.” He rubbed his hands together. The simple way was often the most effective. “If I make a deal with you, do you agree to hold to the terms of our agreent, and do as I ask of you?”
“Of course.” The demon rolled its eyes. Humans were always so nitpicky about the details, as if that would save them. It was looking forward to seeing what the young god asked for, when he eventually got to the point.
“Is that a yes, or a no?” Francis pressed, he wasn't about to let himself get screwed on a technicality. “Do you agree to my terms?”
“Yes,” the demonic cat said, growing increasingly more frustrated. “Now, get on with it. I haven't got all day.”
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“Glad to hear it.” The Marine grinned. “I accept the deal.”
Both Cassi and the demon looked at Francis in shock as realization dawned on them.
“Wait, no. That's not right.” The cat’s forehead wrinkled in thought, which quickly turned to dismay. “Oh fuck…”
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Congratulations! You have made a deal with a demon.
The demon has agreed to “hold to the terms of the agreent” and “do as you ask”.
You have agreed to “make a deal” with the demon. This condition has been satisfied.
System will enforce the terms of the deal until both parties agree to terminate the agreent of their own free will.
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Francis wasted no ti in making his first request. He even decided to be polite about it. “Demon, thank you for agreeing to the terms of our deal. Please, do not harm or threaten anyone unless I specifically tell you to do so.”
The demonic cat looked up at him with a mix of frustration and respect. “That was smart. I was just about to turn your pet wizard into a scratching post.” The creature sat down with a sigh of defeat. “So, now that I can't hold your allies for ransom, what is it you want?”
The Marine wasn't dumb enough to take that bait. He had gotten off easy because the demon underestimated him. It wouldn't make the sa mistake twice. Plus, it felt wrong to order soone around against their will. It felt evil.
Sure, the demonic cat was probably hostile. But Francis viewed violence and force as ways to change behavior. You didn't shoot the guy trying to ventilate your squad because he was a bad person. You did it to make him stop.
A dust up, or blowing off so steam in a bar fight were fine. Francis could even wrap his head around collecting bounties. But enslaving an intelligent creature? No, that wasn't for him.
Francis knew he couldn't let the demon free. But he wasn't about to push his luck by ordering it around, either. He decided to leave things the way they were, for now.
“Look, kitty. As long as you aren't a dick to or my friends, I probably won't feel the need to force any more rules on you.” The Marine looked over at Cassi. “You can drop the barrier.”
“That was surprisingly intelligent, and polite.” The demonic cat stretched and yawned as the red circle of runes vanished. “I was sure you would ask to do sothing stupid, like kill Hades.”
“Nope, I'm not biting on that one either.” Francis shook his head.
“Hmm… that is disturbingly insightful for soone who looks like they shave with a rock.” The cat narrowed its eyes at Francis. “I suppose I should tell you that Hades was the one who whispered your na in my ear. Apparently, he thought we would wipe each other out.”
“Figures.”
“Well, I suppose a common enemy and a lack of volition on my part makes us allies. Or at least, the next closest thing to it.” The cat walked over and rubbed its chin against Francis' leg. “There you go, I've marked you as an associate of mine. It will open so doors, and close others.”
“Thanks, kitty.” The Marine reached down to scratch behind the demon’s ears. “You’re pretty alright, for a demon.”
The cat purred and pressed against Francis' hand. “Ah yes, that's the spot.”
Cassi watched the unlikely scene unfolding in front of him. It seed Francis had made another friend. But that didn't change the task at hand. “Francis, if you don't mind. I'd like to take care of my hag problem sooner, rather than later. I’m exhausted and feel the need to go to sleep, probably for at least a week.”
The demon looked over at the wizard, its ears perking up. “Are you talking about Tiffany?”
“Yes. Do you know her?” Cassi asked.
“We’ve t once or twice.” The demon admitted. “She keeps sending invitations to her potion of the week club. It is very annoying. And don't get started on the inspirational quotes.”
The cat mid throwing up a hairball. “If she sends another postcard with a drawing of a wine bottle, and the words ‘Live, Laugh, Hex’, I'll kill her myself.”
“You two must be close if you're on her mailing list.” The Marine pointed out.
The demon shook its little head. “She's a basic witch, Francis. Everyone she's ever t is on her mailing list.”
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