#calla.1

Not all deals with devils ended with the exchange of souls, some people were just useful, others prompted a note of inspiration. This witch had potential laden with a ruthlessness that he could respect, unfortunately that tenacity might have put her in harm's way - but that was the nature of any endeavour worth it's salt.

"Calla."

Kalamar stepped from the shadows, the man and not the monster, ten approached the Olympian. Alone in the library, burning the proverbial midnight oil - so to speak. All that poking and prodding, now her favourite subject was out there, and no doubt plotting his revenge. Naturally, Kalamar had thought it prudent to pay her a visit.