Epilogue
Toronto, Canada in winter. Modern day...
"You changed the Holy Spanish Inquisitor into a girl?" Marco asked dumbfounded
as Cassandra soaked in the Jacuzzi. His black curls hung over his naked shoulder
as he sipped champagne while she bathed.
"And then I conjured a cock and took her virginity again! And after that I
called on the three Gypsies..." Cassandra waxed enthusiastic as she went into
glorious exquisite detail about the four-way gang-bang. "Oh, and then I dropped
her off with the Magister, who hasn't got a pretty girl in his whole palace,"
she finished with a flourish. "I almost didn't get him to fuck me at first
though."
"Not bad," Marco congratulated her. " And nobody died or was even dismembered.
Not bad at all!" He whistled in appreciation as he handed her a towel then a
silk robe. "Sounds like it was a close call there."
"It was. Very, very close," Cassandra said, thinking about the overwhelming
power and its red hunger for carnage. Cassandra's brow furrowed as she shrugged
into the silk robe. "So, what would have happened if I hadn't succeeded in
seducing the priest?"
"You'd still be there until you completed the Magister's command to take the
Monsignor's virginity, no matter how long it took."
"So, I would have been stuck in another place and time with a demonic roommate?"
Cassandra's eyes glittered with the possibilities, then thought again. A demonic
roommate that would grow more demanding, controlling and bloodthirsty the longer
she carried it.
She shuddered broodingly as she followed him from the luxurious bathroom to the
sunny breakfast nook by the kitchen, where brunch had been set out. Briefly, she
mused on the fact that she'd never been hungry her entire visit to medieval
Paris. 'Weird. I didn't want to eat a bite there the entire time. Now, I'm
starving.'
"You wouldn't have aged and you'd still be a full demon, but trust me, it
wouldn't have been fun." Marco assisted her into a chair at the heavily laden
table then seated himself. "When you take too long, you get assigned a Keeper."
"A Keeper? What's that?"
"It's a demon twice as powerful as you and very nasty. They're sent to 'help
you' finish your obligation." Marco shuddered delicately. "Even if it takes a
century or two."
"Not a friendly bunch, huh?" Cassandra asked as she scooped food onto her plate.
'I'd have to deal with something worse than my roommate? Oh, boy, that sounds
like fun,' she thought sarcastically.
"Trust me on this one. Keepers are ugly, spiteful, 'malicious' sons o'bitches,"
he said shaking his head vigorously. "Been there, done that. You 'don't' want to
go there," he said with a wave of his fork. "Keepers tend to leave messes. Big,
sloppy gruesome messes."
"So, basically, what you're saying, is that since I worship Satan, I'm going to
get summoned to play demon every now and again?"
"That's about it, in a nutshell. Once you've dedicated yourself to Satan, it
seems that He gets to call on you for assignments," Marco agreed.
"Where I go on a little vacation, play demon and then I'm back the same day I
left." She trembled as she sipped her coffee. "And, you knew about this all
along?"
"Done it myself a few times," he shuddered visibly and looked away. "I figured
your turn was coming up, but I had no idea when."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Would you have believed me?"
"I guess not. If I hadn't just spent the last few days in medieval Paris myself,
I would have thought you were smokin' crack," she smiled, cringing inwardly.
"And this was only the first assignment," Marco said as he sipped his coffee.
His black eyes regarded her from over the rim of his mug. "Just remember, my
dear Cassandra, with demons, there's always more." Marco's eyes gleamed with a
brief spark of flame Cassandra had never recognized before.
Fini.
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