[Sodium_noir] A saturday in Darktown

[eagandigh]

Maurice, Goldie, Panic
Serpent, Whore, Mage
The Chaste Dragon

 
"I'm sorry I couldn't be more help with that!" Panic stood and offered
his hand to the Loa. Whatever whispers of fear the creature awoke in him
were clamped down upon hard.
 
Maurice took the boy's hand in a firm shake. "Well, a good night to
you." He turned to leave, stopping halfway, when Panic spoke again.
 
 "Y'know .. Maurice, maybe you could stand to rethink your tactics on
this one. Rather than a night with Madam Nemesis you could follow
Pandora's example .... nothing fucks the big bad more than losing his
puppets. And nothing cuts the strings better than the Hope of
redemption!" 
 
He shrugs and smiles.
 
Maurice turned around. "Ssome ssoulss 'ave losst sseir right to be taken
back and given a ssecond chance. Ssome ssoulss need to be cut off from
ssiss world and abandoned to sse 'ell ssey 'ave chossen and be left to
sse tormentss sseir massterss 'ave in sstore for ssem. Esspecially
ssosse 'oo willingly put sse chainss around sseir neck." He turned back
to the exit. "But I will take your advisse when I conssider 'ow to
'andle sse Isscoatl." And remember that you preached leniency to people
who have abandoned themselves to the slavery of demons.
 
"Farewell, Panic, and may the loas look kindly upon you." He said as he
left the bordello. He stood for a while in front of the door,
considering his talk to the boy. How much could he be trusted? What
needed to be done about the Bitches? He grinned. Titus Khan! He shook
his head and went over to his bike. He jumped on and started the engine.
Time to go see the Harlequin.
 
Maurice drove off into the night.
 
[TBC]
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