Here’s tonight’s post. I am continuing this story and as I said, Greed may take a while. I’m starting to see the threads of the past six weeks or so coming together and Greed being what it is, may allow for me to take the time to start tying things together.
“Aislin darling, could you step into the hall for a few minutes while I speak with Susannah here?” The Banker asked, his voice smooth, despite his demonic visage. Aislin nodded and silently let herself out. “There. Now, Susannah, what seems to be the problem?” he asked, sitting himself down on her couch and picking up the contract.
“First off, I don’t appreciate you sending a babysitter. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” Susannah glared at the demon. He nodded once, and motioned for her to continue. “Secondly, what exactly does helping you get souls mean?” she asked.
“By becoming rich and famous, and achieving your goals through the various networks I have in place around the world, you will be invited to many parties and gatherings. You can then ‘name drop’ my networks in your conversations, and they will come to me because I am the best at what I do. From there, I’m able to start siphoning off their souls one by one, achieving a higher ‘soul count’ for both myself and my Prince. It makes us look good.” He started to examine his nails. “As for Aislin, she’s not a babysitter. She’s half-demon, so she knows her way around my networks quite well, and she’s also half-human so she understands morality etc etc. You will need her.” He fixed a yellowed gaze upon Susannah. “Any more questions before you decide if you’re going to sign or not?”
Susannah sat on the couch and pointed to the contract. “What happens when I die?” she asked softly, the one main question that had been plaguing her this past week. The Banker shrugged.
“You’ll either be boiled for eternity in a vat of oil, or, if you have managed to help me get my soul counts up, you’ll be given a spot in my administrative team. If you’re really good, you may even get the chance to continue working for me. Consider it an incentive, if you wish.” He smiled toothily.
“What happens if I don’t sign?”
“This will seem like a bad dream. You’ll also wonder why your life has taken such a tragic turn. You might decide to get yourself out of your poverty situation, you may not. If you don’t, you might end up killing yourself, you might not. It’s not really cut and dried.” The Banker stood up and stumped over to the door, opening it and letting Aislin back in. “Now, are you signing this and we’re going to get started, or are you going to wake up thinking this is a bad dream?”
Susannah sighed and picked up a pen. Unrolling the parchment, she looked at the bottom of where it asked for her signature and sighed. She carefully scribbled her name on it, and dated it. The Banker took the pen from her and signed his own name to it. Then, he handed the pen to Aislin and she witnessed both of their signatures.
“Very good. Play these numbers in tomorrow’s lottery.” The Banker handed Susannah a slip of paper.
“But… that’s only a jackpot of like five million!” she exclaimed, staring up at him.
“I know. You need seed money to start this, I’m not going to make you rich and famous overnight. That leads to possible drama. You’ll play these numbers and win, but take your winnings to this company.” He handed her a business card with a name and address on it. “They’ll start investing it. Take some of the cash and buy a small but nice house as well, make sure there’s room for Aislin. It’ll be the start. Keep your job for right now, because you’ll need to cover your tracks. It’ll look good when you’re rich and famous.” He smiled toothily, and then disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Susannah turned to Aislin. “Is he for real? I’m going to still have to work for this?”
Aislin nodded sadly. “He’s setting everything up for when you become famous. You’ve signed the contract, you’ve got to trust him.” Aislin smiled slightly. “That’s all you can do now, really.”