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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.
A strange sound filled the air. Something snapping. I looked around and back at Meg to realize it was the sound of bones breaking and fusing back together. She was shifting. Meg was finding her monster form, the one none of us knew she was capable of summoning. And by my depths, she was a dragon. Like me. A huge dragon with pink pearlescent scales and black spikes that ran along her back and down a tail tipped with a spade just like her half-form. The tail wasn’t the only similarity she shared with a traditional sex demon’s full form. Her skull was that of a dragon, but it was fleshless, with
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“That was beautiful, Little Demon.”
The twins took notice of the dragon for the first time. Riff let out a low whistle. “Damn. Look who’s the new Harbinger of death now.” Alistair nodded. “Alright, Little Demon. I’ll go with you.”
“Don’t forget, you’re in love with this stupid fucking circus. I created it. For you!” He hummed, his fingers drumming the grip of his cane. “Hmm. Yes. Sinner’s Sideshow is the second best thing you’ve ever birthed.” Lilith’s soft lavender eyes gleamed. “And what was the first?” “You’re daughter.”
“Why should I let you live?” I asked, my voice flat, bearing no trace of mercy because there was none. “Your mad pursuit of Alistair and his power has poisoned everything about you. You were so desperate for his mark that you convinced three of the four Horsemen to betray him. You were going to go as far as to rape him to secure your bond.” Her lips twisted into a snarl. “You make it sound so heinous. I was made for him.” “No, you weren’t. You even said it yourself...” I paused for dramatic effect. “I was.”
“Crawl to me, Pet.” He brandished his cane in a swirl of shadows and slowly wound the chain around the shaft, pulling the makeshift leash taut. “Crawl to your master.”
“Be a good little demon and take what your master gives you,” he growled against my ear.
