Book 2: chapter 122
Heidi
I slept so comfortably, finally able to get some rest after so much Work. Zahrraam was 25 now, yet he didn’t get his form yet. He was supposed to get it weeks ago, and I was worried that he would be a late bloomer.
With demons, everything in their early stages was timed. 10 and a half months had come and gone since I was given charge over my demon…. Today would be the day I saw the fruit of all our efforts… today I would see the demon he’d become. All this time until now he’d been a rat, unable to shift into even a human form.
On that front he was a late bloomer, but everywhere else he excelled. He sparred with his father, learning hand to hand… he read a book a day since he was ‘2’. I taught him how to read, swim, and write, not to mention the spells. He was good enough at it, that he could breathe fire, though as far as I knew, he couldn’t fly or anything. However, he did enjoy the rides in my pocket, and he liked to sit on my broom with me.
Sleep was nice though, until I felt crushed. “Ah!” I heard a voice deeper than Rahrraam’s.
“What the fuck.” Growled John, while I could only laugh.
“Mistress I didn’t mean to do this!” He said scrambling, taking my blanket to cover his privates.
“I mean… I was the one who raised you… so I’m not alarmed.” I said truthfully. He looked like Rahrraam, though he had Ron’s chocolate skin tone… and locks. He had a single white one in the middle, and his horns were like a moose’s.
Oddly enough, he looked like a strange combination of Rahrraam and John…. But his eyes were yellow and catlike. I didn’t know where all the markings came from, but I could only guess that he’d said his oaths while we both slept.
“Zahrraam… did you bind yourself in my sleep?” I asked, and he looked down. His incantation he wrote glowed red as it showed his loyalty. He’d written, ‘demon of Theyolina Yoltier’ around his neck in the highest demonic he knew.
“I’m sorry… I couldn’t sleep… I didn’t want to disappoint you. You worked so hard, and I didn’t want anyone thinking you did a bad job….” He said silently.
“That’s adorable. Change back, and in the morning, we can test out your demon form.” Said John.
“Um… I can’t.” he bowed his head in a little shame. “This flesh is too fresh…”
I shook my head. “Put on some pants and sleep with us.” I offered, he was confused.
“… I don’t know How.” He admitted.
“I got it.” Said John. He got up, found some pants and showed him how.
My demon took up so much space like this, but it couldn’t be helped. We let him sleep at our feet, because why not. I initiated the process, and he finished it so I could be proud… I couldn’t get mad at that, nor could John.
When the sun rose, our room smelled like sulfur. He didn’t know how to mask his musk… and he was the son of a high general. I could barely breathe, and I had to open a window.
We all more or less woke up at the same time, but it was John this time that was the last out of bed. “I’ll give him a bath, you contact Gulteer.” Said John.
“Alright.” I said seeing him smile a little.
It rang twice, and he answered with a yawn. “I’ll be there about sundown.” He said hanging up.
That was New… usually Gulteer loved coming over to mess with us, especially John or hold Zahrraam, though today he blew us off.
“Ah! That’s Cold!” Yelled my demon, and I heard hoof stomps.
“Oh Gods Damnit!” shouted John, chasing him with a towel. I didn’t get a good look at him, but I did see that he was naked… there were screams and giggles downstairs.
I made no effort to rush, but I did summon my broom, and I put on some jeans to grip the wood a little better than my pajamas would. I got my magic bag and glided down the stairs… out the broken door, and into the cool morning’s sunlight. I could see the hoofprints as I casually flew.
I could also hear the ‘sorrys’ in mooed demonic.
He wasn’t that far off, but he was a sight to behold. He was a giant moose demon. His eyes were orange, and as I landed, he stopped to kneel. He was at least 10 feet tall, and his horns were a giant wrack, being at least four feet wide. His cloven hooves and shaggy black fur, however, were like a minotaur’s. That one white dreadlock converted to a white symbol of the Horned One. He kneeled, presenting his head to me, so I could place my hand on it, and complete the binding.
“Rise my demon. Zahrraam’Zeh.” I said proudly. I could see him smile once I put my hand briefly on his forehead. The white mark turned red.
[I am yours.] he snorted in demonic, as curious wolves began to get out their phones and record. They’d seen glimpses of my former demon before, but compared to Rahrraam, Zahrraam’Zeh felt about the same, but looked bigger… he was a moose, and he was in fact built like one.
He stood to his true height… and he towered over me with no Hell’s loincloth on to cover his nakedness. It made me want to facepalm, but thankfully I did have one in my satchel. I handed him the large damn near blanket, and he sheepishly covered up.
[It is only flesh, but I feel a little strange about the looks.] He admitted. [Thank you, mistress.]
“Anytime, now focus on shifting back.” I encouraged. He slowly shrank, though now he was naked. The magical garment was only meant to cover him while shifted… he was on his own now.
Thankfully, the onlookers were kind, helping me as best as they could. I was tossed pants for him, though if he wanted to fit in a shirt, he wouldn’t be able to with the moose antlers. John caught up by shifting, but he had his pants in his mouth. When he shifted, he gave Zahrraam a firm pat on the back.
“Let’s go home.” He said putting his hand on my demon’s back, and we walked together in relative silence.
We got Looks going through the shopping district, but also praises of gratitude. Some thought he was Rahrraam, and thanked him for saving them, but he sheepishly waved and told the truth. Any other demon might have taken the credit to build upon their name, but it seemed he was proud to just be himself.
I tried raising him to be like the Herald… with all that power, he doesn’t allow himself to be drunk from it, or arrogant. He was dare say a good person, even defending me without even knowing me.
And just like that, he passed out, and I caught him midair. He became a rat from all the commotion, energy use, and just being young. I imagine one day he’d rival his brothers and sisters. But for now, he was still kind of my little guy.
Wolves were worried at first, then I smiled. “He’s just tired. He may not look it, but he isn’t even a year yet. He’s literally a baby.”
“… Can I see him?” Asked a she wolf. I held him up, but she didn’t touch him. It seemed that would have been a little much for everyone. “…. Crazy how he becomes so little.”
“I know. He fits in my pocket.” I smiled.
John got bows and ‘thank yous’ as well… He was a strong wolf, and for the past year, he’d really begun showing the pack he was Alpha. He was stern but fair, and dangerous when he needed to be…. My mate was a Good Alpha, something rare when there were so many power-hungry ones.
“Since we’re out, do you want to see the quarry?” He asked.
“So long as we ride my broom.” I grinned. He didn’t.
“Just don’t go Too fast.” He relented, and I did go slow.
This was the first time he’d seen the pack like this, because last time he was on my broom, I think his eyes were closed the entire way. I think I went about 15 miles an hour this time, because I wanted him to See. Wolves don’t get this chance…. They don’t trust magic, and any flights in a plane wouldn’t show the detail he could see from a bird’s eye view.
“Is this too fast?” I asked.
He held onto the broom so hard I thought he’d crack the wood, “Lady… you’re Fine Heidi. This is scary. How do you do this so easily?” He asked.
I thought about it… even when I was on my first terrifying flight, I was never scared of the fall…. I was scared of losing control. “I don’t know… it’s just instinct.” I said with a smile.
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