it’s all a game by the fates, a cruel one. Someone will always end up hurt, betrayed, and left—love isn’t real. But lust?
Oh yes, lust is real, and I am very much aware of that.
My little pet will be as well, she will worship at my feet, mine to do with whatever I want. And when I grow bored with her, I might let her free if she has been good.
I met a fate once, a vile woman she was. She possessed a human I was about to kill in a battlefield. Blood had sprayed us from all angles, the cries of the damned rising amongst the field as the war cry came from both sides. And there we had stood in the midst of it all, her soulless eyes locking on me as she dropped her weapon.
Those eyes, they saw everything. In them was the whole universe, the working and turnings of it, a constant stream of past, present, and possible futures.
She had told me, informed me, that one day I would be tested. That when the pull of life outweighed that of death, I had a choice to make. To save this wretched world or burn in it.
I had laughed in her face. I would always choose death, it is what I am.
She had looked at me sadly.
“Then you will all burn. Choose death out of fear, Serpent. Choose it because you dread the very depths of your soul and what you are capable of when faced with the entity of life and change and you doom them all. Humans and supernaturals alike. You alone can turn the tide. Choose wisely.”
She gasped and dropped to her knees as the warrior returned. Her silver armour stained red with hers and others’ blood, her sword on the ground beside her. Her brown hair was tied back into a plait at her side, her face wild and covered in dirt and blood. Those eyes had locked on mine, tears misting in them as she looked upon me and saw the truth.
In me she saw her death.
I picked up my sword and I took the life like I always do. As I turned and walked away, something bloomed in me. A thread of doubt...burn, she said.
Why would I not choose that?
A slamming of the door brings me back and I shake off the memory, turning to the dragon. “Ready?”
He nods, his chin high in the air. “How does this hop—”
Without letting him question me, I wrap my power around him and tear a hole through space and time and drop us out at the other end. My mist still swirls around us as I laugh. He groans, gagging as he bends forward. “Snake,” he hisses. “Warn me next time.”
“Fine, we have four more hops,” I drawl, bored.
“Four?” he roars as I do it again.
He falls to his knees this time, his eyes pinched in pain. “Four?” he repeats, eyes glassy as he glares at me.
“Yes, I cannot travel around this world in one, not with you in tow, it would drain me too much.” I shrug and hop us again.
He snarls this time and gets to his feet when we land and throws himself at me. Laughing, I hop us that last time, throwing him backwards. He lands on his back on the soil near the council’s mansion. Groaning, he lies there limply as I stroll over, sucking the mist back in until I am a man once again. He stares up at me.
“Tell me, do the great dragons struggle with riding time?” I taunt.
“Demon,” he grumbles, and tries to get to his feet, only to fall on his face. Groaning, he gets to his knees, panting, and waits. Rolling my eyes, I offer him my hand.
“Come, dragon, we have your mate to save, do we not?”
At that he lurches to his feet, his eyes ablaze with purpose and love. Spinning, he turns to take in the mansion from where we stand on the hill next to it. I turn with him, taking it in. “She’s in there,” he whispers.
“I would hope so, or otherwise this trip was for nothing. Come, let us go kill some beings, it’s time they are reminded who is really in charge.”
After rescuing the human female, I quickly fly her beyond the council’s reach before leaving her at a rest stop. I daren’t fly too far in case they notice my absence. That wouldn’t work well, they would punish me, and I need to be invisible to