Infernal Upgrade: (Succubus- Ally)
Racial Abilities:
Cast spells without verbal components
Physical damage reduction 25%
Magical damage reduction 10%
Influence emotions
Fire resistance 50%
Reputation gains at half value
Chapter Nineteen
Seamus looked up as Sergeant Grey came to the door of his isolation room, “What is it?”
“You have a visitor,” Grey replied as he opened the cuff flap. “Come here and give me your wrists, so we can take you to the visitation room.”
Seamus sighed as he got off the metal bunk and went to the door, presenting his wrists at the small window. “Who is it?”
“Your parents,” Grey replied simply as he opened the door and led Seamus down the hallways he’d walked for so many years already. “We’re going to give you thirty minutes.”
“Policy says twenty,” Seamus told his old boss. “Don’t break policy for me, Sarge. God knows you guys are getting fucked on my account already.”
“You should have told me, Seamus,” Grey muttered as they stopped before the visitation room so he could open it.
“No. Then you would have been an accessory. You couldn’t have stopped me, Sarge. I did it my way so you could all be clean.” Seamus stepped into the room, nodding his thanks to Grey. He turned to face his dad on the other side of the glass. Taking the seat across from his parent’s, he met their eyes in turn, “You shouldn’t have come to see me.”
“I can’t not come and see my only child,” his father, William, said. “Your mom doesn’t know what to think. I know how much you doted on Kaylee, so I can understand why you wanted to lash out, son. I still don’t understand why you did it the way you did, though. Judging a person is God’s place, not ours. I know you don’t hold the same views I do, though I wish you did. You could have found a different way.”
“A different way?” Seamus’s voice was thick with anger. “What way would that be? He raped and beat her, dad. What should I have done? Hoped that the judge would deny the guy bail? Has what he did made the news? Have you seen her? I saw her in the hospital, dad. I know the damage she endured and how she looks at people now. She used to be so happy and free, outgoing and able to talk to anyone. Now she lays broken in a bed, crying and refusing to talk to anyone but David. How would you feel if I never talked to you again?” The last few words were shouted as Seamus got to his feet. “Where was God for Kaylee? Why did he not strike down the sick fuck that hurt her?” Spittle flew from his lips as he yelled, red faced, at his father. “God is a sick joke! If he does exist I hope he gets nutted by someone.”
William’s face was pinched in pain at his son’s anger. “Seamus, God doesn’t work like that, you know it as well as I do. I can understand why you feel the hate and anger you do, but you need to let them go, son. They are changing who you are, making you act out in ways that just aren’t you. Look, I can get your bail money up in a day or two, so just wait and we’ll get you out. We can get you the help you need, okay?”
Seamus was panting as he glared at his father, “I don’t need help and I don’t want to be bailed out. I killed him, knowing full well what that would mean for me. I just hope Kaylee will understand why I did what I did. Go home, dad. Go home and pray to the God you worship that I can find that sick fuck again in hell. That way I can kill him over and over again.” He spun and slapped at call button for the officer in charge of the section he was in.
“Seamus?” William called out gently, getting to his feet. “Son, I know you’re in pain, but you need to under… under… stand…” the last few words came out as a wheeze as William slumped and leaned on the counter. “That doesn’t feel good.”
“Honey?” Odilia asked, trying to steady her husband as he wheezed. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“What is it you need?” came the voice from the speaker.
Seamus turned to see his father clutching at his left arm as he leaned on the counter. He froze as he saw his father slip from the counter and go down. “EMTs! Call the medics, we have a man down. Visitor is down, heart attack, get the medics here now, damn it!” Seamus launched himself onto the small counter on his side of the glass. “Dad! Dad? Stay with me, damn it! DAD!?”
“Will?” Odilia cried as she dropped to her knees beside him. She looked up at Seamus, “Why did you do this to him?”
~*~*~
Alburet jerked upright in bed, “DAD!?”
Stacia came running into the room, “Master? Are ya okay?”
Panting, Alburet mopped sweat from his brow as he tried to calm down. “Sorry. Just remembering my father’s first heart attack. The one that caused my mother to stop talking to me.”
“Another memory?” Stacia asked as she came around the bed and took him into her embrace. “Are ya sure ya do nay wish me to try to help ya?”
Alburet took a deep breath, “I want your help, Kitten, but I want you to help Fluff first. Mother said that Fluff is not as broken as I am. If you can help her, get some experience, then we can see about you helping me.”
Stacia nodded, “As ya wish. Iffin ya have another one like this tomorrow though, me be thinkin’ I should at least give ya sleep with nay dreams.”
He looked up at her, “If you can do that, then please do so until we can start working on my memories.”
“Aye,” she leaned down and kissed him gently. “I was goin’ to be wakin’ ya soon as it was. Go take ya bath, an’ when ya get out I will be havin’ food ready for us.”
“You treat me so well,” he told her, standing up and giving her a squeeze. “I’ll be out soon.”
They stepped over to the guild hall after they’d eaten. Kim was seated at the desk with an Elf seated beside her. She looked up as Alburet and Stacia walked in, “Here he is. Alburet, this is Vanessa. Vanessa, this is our guild leader, Alburet and his wife, Stacia.”
The Elf extended her hand, “It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. Kim has explained the terms of employment, but I wish to verify them with you if you do not mind? One hundred gold per year paid in advance, plus acceptance into the guild. Is that correct?”
Alburet smiled at the business-like elf, “Yes, those are the terms. I didn’t know Elves had a dark purple hair color.”
Vanessa gave him a grin, “It is dyed, my natural tone is brown. I like to stand out just a little, though.”
“It goes well with ya outfit,” Stacia added. “Are ya okay with the terms?”
“Indeed, I am. Where do I sign?” Vanessa replied.
Alburet handed over a hundred gold and a scroll, “Go ahead and go turn that in. When you get back Kim can bring you up to date on everything.”
“Of course.”
Alburet got a good look at Vanessa’s nearly skin tight silk outfit. It was in varying shades of purple that did go well with her hair. As she came around the desk, Alburet could see that her boots sported three inch heels. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. It has been a pleasure to meet you, Alburet, Stacia.” She shook both their hands before she left.
“She’s a little odd, but she holds no prejudices,” Kim told them.
“I was wondering why she didn’t seem startled about my race,” Alburet replied.
“It be nice to see someone who nay holds ill will,” Stacia added.
“What are your plans today?” Kim asked.
“After Gerald has his meeting we were going to go back and hit the lower level zones, do the quests for them. This way we can make up some of the levels we missed and see more of the world.”