“Can I talk with them?” Amy asked the Prince, suddenly not sure about what she was doing here.
“I will let you see them,” Lucifer replied, and clapped his hands, summoning a strange bird down from unseen rafters.
It was brown, but no kind of brown that Amy had ever seen before, it was shiny and reminded her of the hair pins the Bad Lady had worn when she had stolen Daddy.
“Bring Morpheus and his Dreamer,” Lucifer instructed the bird, who took off and vanished.
“What about Bast?” Amy demanded.
“Patience, little one, Bast is already here.”
Lucifer waved a hand and the air beside the throne shimmered, revealing to golden-barred cages, one of which held the most beautiful woman Amy had ever seen and the other held Bast, although she was no longer pick-up-able.
“Bast!” Amy exclaimed and bolted forward beneath Lucifer’s indulgent smirk.
-Amy? Kittens and fishsticks, what are you doing down here, child?-
“Medea sent me, and there’s this girl who sees things before they happen, and boy name Michael, and they told me to come here and talk to him and get you out!” Amy told her in a rush of emotion, sinking down beside the cage and reaching through the bars.
Bast licked the child’s hands gently, ignoring the amused looks she was receiving from both Enyo and Lucifer.
-They should not have sent you.-
“On the contrary, little kitty,” Lucifer countered, “she is the only thing of worth that they have.”
“Huh?”
Bast bristled and hissed at him, reaching through the bars to swipe at him in her anger.
-How dare you! She’s just a child!-
“An Unbound Dreamer, goddess, is worth more than a hundred Bound Dreamers, the Witch-Queen knows that and yet she still sends her to me? How convenient.”
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