As I said a couple nights ago, I am leaving for Bali on Tuesday and won’t be back until Sunday. It is entirely possible I may miss posting in that time – I will endeavour to post, but yeah 🙂
I think we’re getting near the end of Greed. I can’t see it sticking around too much longer, I’m getting bored of Susannah, and I’m a bit more interested in the character of Aislin. Of course, this has been great for me to start building a stable of characters for Aislin’s world 🙂
As The Banker had bid, they did. Parties in New York, the Tony awards, meeting many of the glittering stars of Broadway, their story soon became a fascinating little anecdote which spread like wildfire. They became part of the ‘new celebrity’ – everyone wanted to see what the Kardashians were doing, and the Huntingtons. Magazines were on watch for bumps and breakups and not a day went by that Susannah didn’t see some snippit of her life on the supermarket tabloids.
She stretched luxuriously in the bed of the penthouse that they had rented in Los Angeles. The Banker and Mr Stewn had directed them to actually meet with several movie executives. Rumour had it that they wanted to make a movie based on the way the new golden couple had met. Meanwhile, their portfolio continued to grow and grow.
Susannah’s iPhone rang, and she reached over, hitting the speaker button. “Susannah here.”
“Susannah, its Aislin. Listen, I need to speak with you urgently about something coming up. Can you meet with me tomorrow? I’m flying in tonight. Just you, however.”
Susannah’s brow furrowed. “No Edmund? Is everything ok? We don’t have to separate, or something equally ridiculous, do we?”
“Yes. I’ve been given an assignment from Grandmama Lilith. I’m supposed to seduce your husband.”
“Why would Hell do this?” Susannah hissed, sitting across the table from Aislin. The succubus had arrived as they had discussed, her eyes bloodshot.
“I don’t know. It’s times like this that I hate being half-human, or half-demon or whatever. I’ve got a conscience, which makes this so much worse. And it’s one of those assignments that I can’t say no to!” Aislin broke down in a fresh batch of tears.
“Call The Banker.” Aislin nodded, hiccupping as she dialled his number. It wasn’t long before a dapper looking man sauntered over to their table, and took a seat.
“Yes?” He asked, flicking his gaze to Susannah.
“My husband! Why? We’re working as hard as we can for you.” The Banker smiled, his teeth looking sharper than a normal person’s in his human guise.
“Publicity darling. A scandal to shake the golden couple apart. Edmund gets caught having sex with Aislin here, and your stock rises several notches.”
“But Edmund has NEVER wanted Aislin that way. He knows what she is!” Aislin nodded furiously.
“Listen, can you talk to Grandmama Lilith? I really don’t want to do this. I mean, having sex with random men is fine, but never to break up a marriage in public! I can’t… I can’t let my part be known in this…” She sniffled.
“Going soft, Succubus?” Sighing, The Banker looked from one woman to the other. “Frankly, Susannah, you and Edmund are getting boring. We need to spice it up a bit if you want your fame to continue to skyrocket.”
Susannah looked from Aislin to The Banker and back again. She thought for a moment, and somewhere inside the voice of reason tried to explain to her that she had enough… she didn’t need more fame and fortune on top of what she already had. She narrowed her eyes however and forced the voice out of her head.
“Find another succubus than Aislin. I’m a greedy bitch, but not so greedy that I want Aislin to be hurt in this.” Susannah stood up and grabbed her bag, and then Aislin’s head. “And pay the bill, you schemer. This better be good, and I better come out of this better off than before.” She stomped off, dragging Aislin behind her.
The Banker smiled again and shook his head. “Oh you will darling. But what you don’t realize is that your soul is almost ripe for the taking and judging. And then, it’ll be another one in my long line of Souls.” He reached out and tossed a fifty dollar bill on the table and walked off, whistling a jaunty tune to himself.