Book 3: Chapter 78
Tiffany
We’d been at it an hour, and I could feel the fatigue set in…. But I wouldn’t give up.
Ifrea’s dainty appearance was only a façade. Despite being slender and thin, she moved through the air like fluid, and hit like a truck. Her fluffy red tail slapped the ground, and I’m sure even those above ground felt the stone shake.
I loved how she looked. She reminded me of a black Asian dragon, but with no limbs, and great drake’s wings. The hair that trailed between her horns down to that flooffed tail was almost distracting. It moved with her, somehow always in a state of either movement, or floating because of the electrical magic she naturally generates.
I dodged it, running like a rat in a trap!
“Give up little one. I do not wish to hurt you, but I will if I must.” She hissed in English.
“I cannot give up! It is a spit in the master’s face to do so!” I yelled.
She responded with another attack.
The staff was my shield from the rain of thunderbolts that showered the arena, then she didn’t hesitate to spew hot liquid fire at me.
I jumped high in the air, twirling as I did so, using magic to boost myself higher still. She flew, and I couldn’t. Not without my broom. But I could do this, and with it I got on her back.
She hissed and growled making a figure 8 in the sky, trying to get me with fire, and I climbed up the back of her neck. I only had the one shot… If I messed up defeating her, either she’ll kill me, or knock me out the ring.
Neither of those were an option.
I felt like I was riding a bull, holding onto her scales for dear life. I was weak in this flesh body…. I could feel my muscles tire. I knew I didn’t have long before I was bucked off and swallowed whole…
It gave me an idea.
“Release me! Only the Mistress may ride my back!” She growled.
“Don’t worry! I won’t be here long.” I said letting go on purpose.
She flung me in the air, and her serpent maw was open wide.
I waited until I was nearly in fang’s reach, and I cast my spell.
“Obliterate!” I yelled, putting every ounce of magic I had into that fireball.
If it didn’t work, it was everything…
But it did.
It blew her head off, and I was caught by Zeh’Kahrraam. With my magic tanked, I also figured it would help the serpent process. It should make it easier for the flesh conversions, but passing out ruined my plan of trying to guide the process myself. About the only thing I remember after that was taking the heart and eating it.
It tasted like tar, being slathered in oily black blood, but the deed was done.
I blinked.
The next thing I knew… I felt….
Long.
Really long.
“My little mate, I’m so proud.” I heard Zayde, but it was much too dark to see anything. I could only tell he was probably somewhere in the air.
This is that training pit in the spirit world. Now that I shook my head, I could guess that I was maybe 80 feet long? I was thin, maybe 10ft in diameter…. But I knew I could throw magic and fire in this form.
Damn where are my arms and legs?!
I have only dragon wings with teeny tiny fingers!
“How am I supposed to crawl out of here?!” I complained.
“We won’t help you.” Said lord Eskaal as if he were grinning. “But hurry up… there’s *fish* up here!”
….
“Grilled or fried?” I demanded.
“Both.” They both said.
“I also got you a Montecristo.” Said Lord Eskaal.
“From a human restaurant?” I interrogated.
“Yup.” Said Eskaal. “It’s all yours if you can climb up.”
“Mission accepted.” I said with a hiss. “Sorry.”
“You’re fine.” He said probably shaking his head up there.
I don’t know if it was on purpose or not, but the smell of fresh, delicious food to take the taste of serpent out my mouth was welcome.
Working such large, long limbs was awkward.
I didn’t like slithering either.
But I had motivation…. This process made me hungry. It felt like I hadn’t eaten in weeks.
The wings can grip…. I have two fingers and a thumb… and four winged segments. I wonder do serpents have extra fingers in their human form, or do they meld them into a human hand entirely.
But I was tired… Shit I was tired…My first attempt I only got a third the way up, and slid right back down.
The second, I got about half.
It took three more tries to wiggle my way up… but when I did… I had my human shape again.
\----Zayde----
Red Diamond is located in Finland, the northernmost part, within a fjord only accessed by walking. Well… if you don’t have a broom. The black castle would stand out if not for the illusion over it, and the wondering barrier spell designed to keep an intruder lost forever.
Fuck I’m glad we got a waystone connection going. We can visit or escape whenever we need. Instead of risky broom flights or getting cornered, we are united proper. We can summon brothers from other covens to aid us now… it makes the Church hesitate.
I had my mate while she had sweet dreams. Jang was made whole, but Tiffany held my priority now. She was in my arms, burning up because her flesh was being made compatible. That’s what the Horned One wanted. The master wished her flesh to be not necessarily gone… but it did need to be recalibrated. She’s the wife of a coven leader, and more so, she was limited.
A dark witch being flesh is only one step away from being an Omega in wolf terms. I believe a Kappa. That’s about the best way I could equate it. But the Horned One does NOT make Omegas nor Kappas.
He likes making monsters.
Overpowered monsters who have no business existing.
I kept my mouth shut though, walking down the halls with my uncle, father, grandfather, and their ranked leaders. General Eskaal came as well, watching the fight with us.
Velimier’s castle looked the same as father’s except red was a larger theme. The banners and furniture here are crimson, while father preferred shades of gray and black.
Personally, I like the yellows since the jungle is so vibrant. The lighter colors compliment the indigenous art still being found as we cultivate the land.
With an escort of around 20 of the highest ranked witches, I carried her to the pools in his ritual room. I also made sure to put a damn barrier over my thoughts, so I could have *some* privacy. It isn’t their fault, but, it is annoying to be heard and responded to.
“I still hear you.” Grinned Lord Eskaal.
I rolled my eyes. “I doubt there’s anything I could do.”
“I do too.” Said Grandfather. “But I need to go ready the mortals. They may have to die, but I don’t like the pens here.” He vanished.
“Since when did *Gulteer* care about humane conditions?” Snorted Eskaal.
“Since the man farm reform.” I said casually.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Gotta love all this convenience too.” Said the general.
“YES!” Shouted Velimier excitedly. “Kids these days don’t even *know* how to properly hogtie a human without breaking their wrists.” He scoffed.
“Oh that’s just sad.” Said Eskaal. “Then you had to hear all that fucking screaming and begging.”
“Or if they had to use the bathroom and you were flying low… or downwind.” I grumbled.
“You too?” Asked Velimier. “Summer of 1032. My wife flew above me with three tied to her broom. You can fill in the rest.”
“You Too?! December 1345.” I complained. I got shit on like a damn bird. Theo didn’t mean to, but who wouldn’t be upset after being bombardier pissed on?
Eskaal snorted a laugh, while I got in with my mate.
This was the only real different thing about it. The pool was in the center of the large square room, hollowed out deep in the earth as all the others… The magic of this place is so rich, that anything done here is honestly for maintenance. The water was a deep, blood red. It was thick as it too, being rich in iron, and richer still from the layers of sacrifices that had been done. The energy from souls gathered here is converted to pure healing magic, however it takes a team to activate it for security reasons.
It does not matter the race or allegiance. This pool’s power supersedes that. But the reason why I didn’t use this for Micael was because I knew he wouldn’t have complications. He was essentially a nearly magicless human being changed to a demonkin.
She was Born with magic, BUT in flesh from her mother. She’s a pureblood changing her makeup, and sometimes things can go wrong with conversions like that. Mammal blood charged with magic is being converted to snake blood. That flesh was already attuned to magic and works its own way already.
Micael was a blank slate; she is a painting being covered over with white paint.
“Put her in the ice bath.” Said Velimier.
I did as I was told. Lord Eskaal wished to stay, if only to see her flesh molded right. It is his specialty, and I honestly trust the general. His skill with this kind of this is only matched by the master. With him here, I could hold her in the pool without worry of anything going wrong.
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