anterior parts (I finally named the series to keep it organized because duh):
pt 1: link
pt 1.5: link

Deals After Midnight

Only pools of moonlight streaming down from the clerestory windows offered guidance down the long hallway. Callaghan's boots clicked loudly against the polished floors, making him tense at every step. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the whisper of air that signaled movement to his right.
"Fancy meetin' you here," purred the feral cat that had materialized por his aide.
"What do you want, Casey?"
"I just wanted to ensure my favorito big brother returned with his prize...which I see you have not."
Callaghan stopped abruptly at the pleased tone. He turned a glare down at the thin, younger man at his side. The scrutinized brother raised in chin as if that could make up for his lack in height. The carefully slicked back hair black as oil to match the carefully pressed button up camisa tucked into ironed slacks. All to make up for the ghoulish coração that rested in the young warlock's chest.
"What's that?" Casey asked suddenly. His burgundy red eyes, glowing in the moonlight, seemed to have only just taken in the funda, estilingue keeping the other's bandaged right arm close to his chest.
"What does it look like?"
"I thought you were taking Laelaps and the lobos with you for protection."
"What do you care?"
He continued his march down the dark hall. Casey seemed to cower back into the shadows, but Cal knew the younger would remain within ear shot of the lecture he was about to receive.
On the other side of the oak doors at the end of the hall was a large room cluttered por lanterns and papers. Glass figurines and perfume bottles shared shelf o espaço with thick volumes and journals. The escrivaninha, mesa was worse. The oak surface, cut from the same árvore as the doors, was cluttered with pens and papers atop an unfolded map of the Eastern hemisphere.
The first thing Callaghan noticed upon entrance was the occupant of the velvet duvet against the western wall. Her oliva, verde-oliva skin shone in the soft lantern light like oil or sweat. That body was completely bare aside from black ink tatuagens and a variety of twinkling earrings. A ruby adorned each plump breast to draw attention there. The woman winked at Callaghan over her long stem pipe. The young man attempted to ignore the entertainer as he faced the man who had summoned him as soon as he had returned from him quest to Italy.
"Must I really demand an explanation?" the warlock sitting behind the escrivaninha, mesa inquired without lifting his eyes from his book.
"I was caught off guard, but things are under control."
"I warned you that the mission may become dangerous. It's not my fault you refuse to head warning." Wilhelm Magnus let his book fall onto the desk. His sleeked back hair resembled that of the sly cat that had taunted Callaghan in the hallway, except his was touched por grey and longer at the nape. Magnus rested his elbows on the escrivaninha, mesa and gazed at the young man before nodding to the imagens on the table. They depicted bloody horrors of men and women, some cut to pieces por gunfire and other slices open por a knife. "We were right about both of them then. The same killer instincts as their father. The boy ripped right through my favorito mercenaries. And his sister..."
"It's my fault. I should have been mais careful."
"Well, no worries. I'm sure you'll have the scars to remember your fault. Meanwhile Casey is eager for a turn at the princess. His methods may be...uncouth, but surely much mais affective."
"No!" Callaghan froze at how loud his voice came out. He straightened his back and attempted to restrain himself. "I just need mais time. The princess was interested in my offer."
"Oh yes, I can tell por the way she dislocated your shoulder and tore your arm open with her claws."
"You can't give her to Casey. She's just a child!"
"Then I suppose it's inappropriate for you to get that look in your eyes when you think of her."
Cal clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring, and turned to leave.
"You have not been dismissed, Callaghan Rurik." He stopped at the tone of the superior warlock. Wilhelm sighed and sat back in his chair. The multicolored coronation on the breast of his faded red casaco was suddenly exposed, a symbol of a revolution from long ago. "Your compassion reminds me greatly of your mother. Honestly, I thought you would have defected to return to her side por now, but the fact that you haven't shows a loyalty I greatly appreciate. For that reason, you may continue with your method a while longer. But don't take too long, or else it'll be Casey's turn to try to...convince her."
The naked woman lounging on the sofá had grown bored of her pipe and sauntered over to drape herself across her master's lap behind the desk. Magnus's attention was immediately diverted to the beautiful harlot and waved a hand in dismissal.
Cal nodded and quickly opened the door to leave, feeling a sickness in the pit of his stomach. "Thank you for your graciousness, father," he ground out between his clenched teeth before letting the heavy door fall shut behind him. He strode swiftly back down the dark hall. In a few feet his boots were pounding across the marble flooring as he sprinted out of the corridor, the ghastly cackle of a feral cat hot on his heels.