“So, Siena, let’s go over the rules again.”
John did feel a bit like gloating, which maybe didn’t do good for the shadow spirit’s image of him, but he certainly felt like it was justified. It wasn’t everyday he got a success this clean.
“If you need to listen to your own voice that badly…,” Siena’s irritated voice echoed from his shadow. There was a mild reverberation to it, as if she was inside a long hallway, instead of Lydia’s car. Keeping her in his shadow had been, after he found out that she could do that, the logical choice.
“So, the first rule is simple.” John fixed his sleeves, making sure his suit was as unblemished as he thought it was. “You don’t kill or hurt anybody, including myself, unless I allow you to.” The reason for that rule was quite obvious. The second they had ford a contract and left that world of darkness behind, Siena had tried to attack him again. Mana Protection gave him enough ti to speak the first rule, however, and from there on out he put up the remaining rules in relative peace.
“I suppose I can be more patient when it cos to penetrations.” Siena rose from the shadows – right next to Rave’s head. “You have such a pretty face, but a little more red wouldn’t hurt,” she whispered into the techno-lover's ear.
A flash of light from Rave’s palm expelled Siena from her current shadow. To describe correctly what had happened, half her body was cut off as the shadow it had resided in suddenly vanished.
John had seen this happen before. The Wall Shadow in the school had also been cut off at the tail when Rave had done the sa thing to it. Unlike that monster though, Siena’s body was made from pure darkness. Her being expelled didn’t violently cut her in two. It did deal damage still, it just wasn’t as drastic.
Siena avoided a graceless flop on the table by diving into another shadow. It was fascinating, like watching soone flow between gravity-immune pools of water. In the space behind the tinted glasses, she had nearly free reign.
“Rule number two, you stay within 5 tres of , in real space, unless I give you an order for whose fulfilnt you need to go further away,” John told her. This rule was to keep her both in range and out of his head. Siena and the other elentals didn’t get along in the slightest. Whether she genuinely disliked them or just wanted to make John’s life a little worse, she kept trying to stab them all. Sothing that, save for Sylph, she was perfectly capable of.
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