Fire Child Part 35

“Sister, it’s good to see you after all this time,” said the Agrarian with a smirk.

  “I see you are still dabbling with the manipulation of artificial life,” said Persephone as she watched the moving orange and gold plant life.

  “Of course, I am the Agrarian after all.  You brought him I presume?”

  Persephone turned and six members of the Living Blade brought forward a rectangular black crystal case. 

The serpentine being watched the slight red glow pulsing at irregular intervals and smiled.  “His flames are somewhat hard to deal with.  Now the matter of my price.”

“I can pay any amount you desire.”

“Ah, but you see dear sister, I do not want souls.  I want some of your blood.”

  “The nectar of Eve is hardly worth that price,” said Persephone evenly.

  “True, but I think me abstaining from telling our beloved siblings that you’ve mixed our blood with that of a human, is more than an equal trade.  You didn’t dispel my surveillance hex nearly fast enough, dear sister.  I saw her, even if you hide her now, I already know what you have done.  Just imagine how they will react, Uvall will certainly try to crush you and all your servants.”

  “My son has already killed one of his bastard spawn, he has never understood the difference between quantity and quality.  He is only superior in terms of numbers, my military might far outweighs his,” sneered the ruby-haired golden being.

  “And what of Mephistopheles?  Does your military might outweighs his too?  Once our eldest brother hears of this, he will be most displeased.”

  Azain turned at the surprising silence of his mistress and for the first time saw fear on her face.  He found that it had an unnerving effect upon his own temperament so he quickly diverted his eyes.

  “All right, you’ve made your point.  Now give my son what he needs.”

  The Agrarian seemed content as he weaved the appropriate signs and spoke a few incantations, finalising his spell by shedding some of his blood upon the soil.  A bright orange flower bud, the size of a fist, emerged from the soil and grew six feet into the air.  The serpentine being gently tilted it to the side as he held a glass vial near it.  A luminescent emerald liquid flowed from the bud filling the vial before receding back into the earth.

  Persephone extended her hand and her brother replied by placing an empty vial in it. 

“Blood first.”

  “Very well,” said the cerise-eyed being before holding the vial to her wrist.  Skin parted as if cut, and a translucent liquid poured from the wound, filling the vial up before closing back up.  “Here.”

  The Agrarian took the vial of blood before handing over the nectar of Eve.  “This will help my work tremendously.  As a way of saying thank you, I’d recommend you return to your own realm as quickly as possible.  I might have sold the coordinates of your new home to a few more of our nephews and nieces.  Arcachne had just been the quickest to move.”