Chaos Magic

Part 3

As we stood outside the door to the building housing the Gathering Portal, I paused, looking back at the once again disguised devil.

"Just to warn you... the Witches' Council doesn't exactly like me all that much."

Lucifer shrugged. "So?"

"So... as my 'servant'... don't expect a warm welcome. You'll probably be looked down on. " I studied him doubtfully. "Can you hold back from frying them with hellfire?"

He thought it over. "Probably?"

-Probably? Cal's voice was skeptical.

"I mean, if you can hold off destroying them with your world ending chaos magic, I can't see why I can't hold off incinerating their worthless corpses. Even if they should be prostrating themselves before me and sobbing with fear."

"..."

- He'll last ten minutes before cracking.

"Don't you have any confidence in me?!"

I shook my head. "That's a little overboard, Cal. He is the devil, after all."

"At least the witch knows my true worth..."

"I'll bet he cracks in five."

"WHAT?"

-Ten bucks.

"Deal!"

Lucifer threw up his hands. "Why is no one listening to me?!"

"We're listening. Did you want in on the bet?"

-Yeah, join in! More money for me! Morgan never gives me enough spending cash.

"What do you mean I don't give you enough money?! You're a sword! What are you going to spend it on? Polish?"

-Cheapskate.

"Earn your own money then!"

"..." The devil stared at me with a tired expression as I argued with the invisible magic weapon. "Let's just go in."

We entered the building, only to be immediately confronted by a member of the Witches' Guard. They were an elite force that protected the council, and the yearly Gathering, from all opposing forces. Soldiers who had trained in both weapons and magic, they were the best of the best...

Unfortunately, they were all too well aware of that fact.

"State your name and business." A dark haired knight watched us suspiciously, his silver armor gleaming in the scattered torches around the room. His weapon, a spear glowing with a faint green light, was pointed in our direction.

"Morgan, here with my servant for the Gathering." I held up my palm, a small intricately detailed tattoo on my palm lighting up briefly before fading back into invisibility.

The knight's eyes widened. "A descendant of Morgan la Fay?"

"Apparently."

The man's gaze turned disdainful almost immediately. He turned, spitting at the ground. "Mothersbane! The cursed child dares to return?"

Lucifer shuffled uncomfortably beside me, but I didn't flinch at his disgusted question. "Whether I dare or not is none of your business. I am a recognized witch here for the Gathering. My pass is in order. The question is, do you dare to stop me?"

The threat hung in the air between us. Finally, the knight opened his mouth, likely to spew more insults, when a more sinister, feminine voice spoke up.