“I gave them two weeks to work things out,” Sithias said as he looked along the vast dimension full of nothing. It was a neutral place for gods to meet, where nothing could be harmed if a fight broke out.
“Why? I ordered her, and I expect my orders to be followed immediately,” Daemionis asked.
“Alric fears for her life. You know as well as I do that she’s seen nothing good come out of marriage. She’s terrified from what she grew up with.”
“I don’t care. An order is an order.”
“Let Alric do what he can. You are to blame for this,” Sithias told him. His white battle tunic was in stark contrast to the green scaly demon standing across from him.
“Why should I? She is mine, and I told her to do something. Why are you blaming me anyway?”
“You know what she fears! If you had let her learn as she grew, she wouldn’t be terrified of the unknown.”
“I didn’t want her to know. The second she finds a mate she’ll change.”
“So why let her now?”
“She’s changing anyway. Since she turned 17, she’s started getting lonely, and it’s getting in the way of her missions.”
“That’s the only reason?”
“Yes”
Sithias shook his head. “Well that’s stupid.”
“I don’t want to wait two weeks,” Daemionis said, growling slightly.
“You can either wait two weeks and let Alric calm her down, or you may have a dead bride on your hands.”
“She has a mercy killer already?”
“No! She plans on doing it herself.”
Daemionis smiled evilly. “Yes, the girl would do that, wouldn’t she?”
“I know she would. Alric isn’t going to let her out of his sight. Now you take the blame for this and leave them alone for two weeks.”
“I won’t! It was Creteloc’s idea to keep her from finding carnal pleasures. It’s worked too. Kyrin is as loyal as they come.”
“That has nothing to do with denying her knowledge. She’s a loyal evil, and you know it.”
He nodded. “Yes, I do. It’s part of why I keep her around.”
“You keep her around to use her magic for your benefit.”
“That too.”
“Two weeks.”
Daemionis nodded. “Fine. But if she kills herself, I get her, even if she’s in your dimension.”