Alistair’s shadow shot out from the crowd and formed the second head of the scaled black hydra, taking shape before our eyes. He was stunning. It always struck me as funny that human legends called him a serpent. He was a snake in a lot of ways. At his core, though, the devil was a dragon. Whispers spread through the gathering of troupe members. They knew. There was only one black, two-headed dragon. Alistair, the ringleader of Sinner’s Sideshow, was Discord himself. After today, he’d be their savior, sure. But he was our god no longer.
