Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
This week we’re with Apollo, Khalil and Deirdre in the next Gods of DC book (still untitled). This week is a picture prompt.
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
Khalil dug his hands in his pockets as he trudged through the tall grass towards the weathered farmhouse. He glanced over his shoulder at the forest he had just hiked through. Why Hassan picked places like this to meet after each of the djinn’s attacks was still beyond Khalil.
He turned back to the house and huffed. Speaking of the devil, his master was already standing at the door with a sour scowl on his face. The glare Hassan gave him didn’t urge Khalil to pick up his pace. If anything, it slowed him up a bit.
“Another failure,” Hassan reprimanded as he crossed his arms over the cable knit sweater he wore. Didn’t the asshole realize it was summer?
“I’m sorry. I opened the doorway to the next reality. Hell, I unlocked a path to feudal Japan around an airplane. What more did you want from me?”
“For you obey the wish I asked for. I asked that you send the gods and goddesses of Olympus into another realm where they will be slaughtered. Alas, they’re still here.
“Yeah, you abused that, you bastard.”
“Excuse me?” Hassan didn’t need to use the magic he possessed to abuse Khalil. When the curse came out of the djinn’s mouth, he knew the fiery pain would consume him. He clenched his fingers into tight fists to fight it. Blood pooled around his fingernails as they bit into his palms. It was pure agony and only one thing would stop it.
He gritted his teeth as he spoke the word. “Master.”
“That’s better.” Cool relief filled him just as quickly as the pain began. The difference between the two sensations was staggering. Khalil stumbled back a few steps as he struggled to control his senses.
“And how are things going with the god, Apollo?” Hassan interrogated.