FFM4: Bad Choices

Deceit marched into Osiris' office, angry and averting her gaze from the god. He choked on his coffee, and applied a glamour - least he kill the mortal.

"What are you doing here." He asked, surprised.

"Why the fuck did you allow someone to collect a soul that could not be gifted." Deceit practically vibrated with anger. "Jonathan collected a soul that was not for sale, and processed it." She spat. "You are going to find it."

He looked at her. She still wouldn't look at him - perhaps for some sort of self preservation. Osiris wasn't sure.

"Who was sold?"

"Merci." Deceit's foot began tapping, as she'd stopped pacing. It seemed to bother her more, not moving. "A minor who doesn't have control of her soul for several more years."

"Oh dear." Osiris stood, summoning a Prince of Hell to fetch the young Cayhadi soul from whichever canister it had been placed for holding. "What did she sell it for this time?"

"It's almost 38 degrees Celsius." Deceit huffed. "So my brilliant sister sold it for an ever filling bowl of lime sherbet."

"I... uh... wow." Osiris frowned, and thought about it for a few moments. "I can't say I blame her."