Wednesday, June 03, 2009

To Consult an Expert


Meinwen’s fascination for the mysterious would, she knew, get her into trouble. The trick was having the ability to get out of it again. She contacted Azazel about the tiny skeleton with the Meroitic hieroglyphs who studied them without need of an eyeglass. One thing about being a demon (or an angel for that matter) was the ability to focus down to a microscopic level.

“You’re a little out of your league, aren’t you?” he said, his second set of eyes still on the bones. “I’m a little rusty on archaic human scripts, particularly those of a non-Yahweh religion but it’s definitely a spell of some kind. Animation perhaps.” He looked over the remaining bones. “There’s a wing missing,” he said. “And without it the words won’t make any sense.”

“A pity.” Meinwen went to gather up the bones. She could sell them as a curiosity.

“Wait.” The demon smiled. “Was I not the great Artificer? Was I not the Smith of Heaven before the Fall.”

“Could you make an artificial wing?” Meinwen asked.

“I could.” Azazel retracted his second pair of eyes and took on human form. He rubbed the dark patch of stubble he caused to grow on his chin. “There would be a small fee.”

“How small?”

“£5?”

5 comments:

aims said...

There must be a catch!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Of course there is :)

stephanie said...

Suspiciously cheap. Good thing for Meinwen that she's smart.

stephanie said...

Er - let's just hope she's not so curious she forgets that fact.

Leatherdykeuk said...

She won't.
Meinwen has seen Hell, remember?