Detective Hildegard Case Files- The Shambling Corpses part seven

Catching the brownie in the act a second time was simple enough. She was using her magic to position Franz’s body so that it looked like he was doing rude things to his own grave stone while other corpses looked on or just ignored him.

“Hold!” Bianca called out. “We would have an audience with you.”

“Slinger of spells and human pet,” the brownie greeted. “Come, have you, to pay my due?”

“We know that he owed you his son,” Hilde stated. “But the boy’s fully grown now. Surely, you can’t still want him.”

“We’ve come to seek a prize of equal value you would accept,” Bianca explained. “That you may leave this body in peace and we may move on to other tasks.”

The brownie smiled. Showing her teeth through the massive ball of fur. She disappeared and reappeared in another location further away from the pair. “A replacement payment, there already is. One just has to seek out the original claim and make him pay his father’s shame.”

She vanished again. This time, she didn’t return to sight.

“Does she still want him after all?” Hilde wondered.

“No,” Bianca shook her head. “Not him. You said that Franz left behind two grandchildren, didn’t you?”

“So that’s it,” Hilde muttered. “I guess we’re going to have to try to fight her after all.”

“I won’t do it,” Bianca stated.

“You’d rather give up an innocent child?” Hilde demanded.

“Sweetie, I understand your position,” Bianca said. “But I’m afraid the reverse can’t be said in this case.”

“Then tell me,” Hilde said.

“Magic,” Bianca began “is a wondrous, even miraculous tool. It can do things beyond human ken. But there’s always a price. When a witch, brownie, pixie or other magical creature makes a pact with a human, it’s because we stand to gain something to offset that price. In the case of this brownie, she gave the Porters the child they desperately desired. With one extra for herself.”

“And you think she has the right to trade in human lives like that?” Hilde asked.

“I’m telling you to look at it from her perspective,” Bianca entreated. “Children that would never have existed otherwise were born because of her. Ultimately, she just wanted the same thing they did. A child of her own. She even took great pains and expended more magic to protect her rightful child. Now, we have a man who only existed and survived to adulthood because she took action to create and protect him. And yet, for all she gave up, she’s received nothing.”

Bianca paused and looked Hilde in the eyes. “I know you don’t like the idea of giving away a child who had nothing to do with their grandfather’s choices. But, at the very least, I think she’s entitled to vandalise a graveyard for whatever petty satisfaction it affords her.”

“There’s just one problem with that,” Hilde said. “That Veritas organisation is definitely going to pick up on it.”

“True,” Bianca admitted. “It’s too high profile for them to not notice. And if they send someone out here, they aren’t going to let any magical creature they spot get away.”

“Including you, your sisters or Sakura,” Hilde pointed out. “We have to put a close to this incident before they show up.”

“I admit it, you’re right on that one,” Bianca said.

“So, you’ll help me stop her?” Hilde pressed.

“Yes, but I won’t hurt her,” Bianca insisted. “Just give me a day. I’ll resolve this whole thing.”

“What are you going to do?” Hilde asked.

“I’m going to handle it,” Bianca said. She grabbed her broom.

“You’re going after Benjamin’s child, aren’t you?” Hilde demanded.

“Just trust me,” Bianca said. She flew off on her broom.

About ktulu007

For me, writing is the greatest passion and sharing what I work on is a privilege. I write a lot about LGBT characters because so often the media we see with them is about their sexuality or gender identity or they’re the token LGBT character in a group of straight characters. So, I try to write a fleshed out character who’s part of a story about a fantasy quest or a star ship crew and happens to be LGBT. Comments are always appreciated. Just don't make me get sarcastic. Or do, I like being sarcastic.
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