This one wasn’t even a choice specimen. Despite being in his true shape rather than a human guise, he was barely taller than Iggs. His skin was literally bronzed, as shiny as polished metal and just as hard, and his flat, bone-colored horns covered his entire skull like a helmet. He had two arms, not four, so he must have been very young, but his gleaming neck was ringed only with the same tattooed slave band that Iggs had painted on himself and Bex. There was no sin iron control collar or pain cuffs, which meant this baby war demon was already a trusted bootlicker.
