“Late on payments again, are we? Well, I suppose I can take an alternate currency: YOUR-”
“Leave the soul alone, Asher.”
Turning away from the knight at his mercy, a winged demon stared down a seraph of gleaming metal. The fiend scowled, clenching his massive claws as he spoke.
“Platinum. How did I know you would try to interfere with my business - and a perfectly legitimate one, at that?”
“You seek to entrap this soul with an unfair contract,” rebutted the angel. “There is nothing legitimate about predatory terms and draconian-”
“A-Actually, I read the terms, and understood them fine. Even the fine print.”
The metal beneath Platinum’s mask shifted slightly, suggesting a frown. “Brave soul, surely Asher has lied about some aspect of your arrangement.”
“No…Well, maybe. But not on this. Asher was very specific: if I can’t pay, I die. Or, wish I did, anyway.”
“A cruel sentence, for what is likely far less harmful work.”
“He’s ordering me to fight for him.”
Platinum turned back to Asher.
“I’m his personal butcher, as long as he pays the price. So really, me collecting on the debt, is just him reaping what he’s sown. So! Still keen on interfering, then?”
“Yes. I advocate for all souls…” Platinum’s mask angled toward the knight, who sheepishly met her gaze. “Even those who make questionable life decisions.”
Asher then adopted a conniving grin of razor sharp fangs. “And what would you have me do? Allow this heartless worm to continue ordering me around?”
Platinum considered this for a moment. Finally she said, “Punish him for breaking the contract. But let him live.”
“I was already planning on it. And my…work?”
“Continue it. Or do not. Your arrangement is beyond my purview.”
“Really? I’m surprised at your callousness, Platinum. What of the mortals suffering because of my contract? Because of me?”
Platinum flapped her wings once, hard, to emphasize her words:
“There has not been a soul yet, that I could not protect.”
[I love that Platinum Angel can keep you alive at negative life totals!]
