Luci stood in silence, his eyes locked onto the radiant pool of holy water before him. The light it gave off shimmered along the walls like dancing spirits, reflecting across the metal cuffs that bound his power.
Brian, with a torch still in hand, looked up at him. His voice calm… yet firm.
"If you want me to give you the only sample of this holy water," Brian said, "so you can pour it over your chains and regain your power… then you must protect us from that threat."
Luci didn't blink. He just tilted his head slightly.
"…Only the holy water won't be enough."
Brian grinned knowingly, as if he'd been expecting that. "Alright," he said. "I'll add something else."
He raised two fingers with a smirk.
"A grand banquet," Brian said. "Roasted chicken. Whole trays of them. Cooked in garlic wine sauce. Fried in demon oil. Glazed with heaven's honey. You name it."
Luci's eyes narrowed.
