Alcohol & Economics - Glass Bullets - Part 1

Silence was in a bit of a bind. As a necromancer, his clients were being stolen away by a much more incompetent, or at least in his opinion, practitioner of necromancy. Plague, as he was fittingly known, had taken on many of his clients for one reason or another, and few had returned. Silence guessed that it was due to the push on dark magic. He could perform it, but he tried to avoid doing something so degrading and dirty around his baby sister.

‘Vera…’ His baby sister with big blue eyes and a recently acquired taste for flesh that had thrown his morals into complete chaos. It was difficult to justify raising the dead with a seven year old constantly asking why. She was also the reason he was standing in front of a foreign house well after sunset. On one hand, the multicolored lights splayed across the lawn promised a whole bunch of rash decisions he’d probably regret, but there was supposed to be a Jinn here that he could contract to. Or, at least, that’s what Giovanni had told him- not that Giovanni was the most reliable source of information.

Pushing his way through the throng of listless beings in his way, he managed to get through the door. Inside, the whole situation was much more bearable, plush carpet and exotic furniture excluded a calming feeling that he was in deep need of. Unfortunately, the feeling left him suddenly as he was unceremoniously pushed into a girl with bright blue hair. Regaining his footing, he looked at his unsuspecting victim with apology, and the only way he could conjure to describe her was frosty.

“My apologies, Miss.” He bowed slightly, more from habit than anything else. The girl only tilted her head slightly, as if she was listening.

“You’re looking for Reyna, are you not?” She asked after a moment. Something within Silence begged him not to nod, nor give any sort of positive answer to the girl before him. Something was off, something he couldn’t name but most certainly didn’t like. He pushed away these feelings, instead summoning thoughts of his precious Vera and nodded. “Follow me.”