[ WP ] Two people promise their first born child to two different witches in return for a favour . These two people end up getting married and have a child together .

`` Mmmm,'' gushed the warlock, licking the powdered sugar from his fingers. `` Thanks for bringing the begniets. Breakfast of champions, I always say.'' The pastries were good, but something about the coffee was off-putting to me. Maybe it was the smell of the last night's debauchery on Bourbon Street, maybe it was just the fact that I was negotiating two supernatural murders with a voodoo priest, but my stomach was in knots and the joe was n't helping. Liz had devoured hers and was tapping her fingers impatiently. `` Do you think we could find some shrimp soon? I'm craving...'' I took her hands in mine. `` We can get shrimp in a few minutes, honey.'' I turned to the warlock. He was n't old, in his mid thirties, clad in a very loud Hawaiian shirt and a Panama hat. His shop was dimly lit, with strange idols, voodoo dolls, and a shrunken head on the shelves. In the corner a very obese alligator snoozed near a pile of bones. I was somewhat concerned by its presence at first, but he did n't seem to be hurting anyone so I just let it slide. `` So,'' I said. `` I'm assuming that if you take care of this business for us, you'll be wanting the child?'' He shot me a puzzled look and flicked some crumbs off his stained Aloha shirt. `` What? Now why on earth would I want your kid?'' I was a little taken aback by that. `` Well, that's what the witches wanted, and really we were just asking for small potatoes. I wanted money, and she wanted blues guitar chops. We're straight-up asking you to kill two people, so...'' The warlock threw back his head and laughed. `` Man, whatchoo talkin' bout? Do you realize how difficult it is to grant people things like wealth and talent? You have to take it from somebody who already has those things and give them to somebody else. I hardly even have to use my powers to kill those witches, I just finna sick ol' Bayou Jones on em. He got mad jaw strength, and he can make it look like an accident. Ai n't that right, Bayou?'' `` Uhh-huh,'' drawled the snaggle-toothed reptile. `` Jes like eatin beef jerky.'' `` Keep your kid,'' said the warlock. `` I shrugged. `` Alright, well, what exactly do you want then?'' He thought about it for a moment. `` My mama always said I got a knack for making the spirits do my bidding, but I got the clumsiest hands around. I could n't even play the drums. Why do n't your wife gim me those guitar licks of hers?'' Liz looked appalled. `` Uh, how about I just give you lessons or something?'' He shook his head. `` Naw lady, these fingers are like andouille sausages. They ca n't learn. You have to willingly give me your powers, or else no deal.'' She thought about that. `` Okay, how much you want for just one dead witch?'' He lit up a cigar. `` Lady, I'd do that for an eighth of weed and a Klondike Bar, but that do n't solve your problem.'' `` Yes it does,'' she replied. `` We'd only have to give away our firstborn once, that solves our problem right away.'' `` Honey!'' I cried. The warlock laughed `` lady, there ai n't no way you that heartless.'' Liz slapped a bag of cannabis on the counter. `` Here's the bud in advance, you can have the ice cream when that bitch is dead. I'm gon na go find some shrimp.'' She walked out. The warlock smiled at me. `` Sorry man. Deal's a deal.''
