Dragon Awakened(21)
“You’re back,” the Master said, sounding none too enthused.
“Indeed. The demon failed, losing its life to a Dragon. I’m afraid I’m in need of more.”
The Master showed no sadness at the loss. “How many?”
“Three, maybe four, just to be certain. They seem to be easily defeated by this particular Dragon.”
Purcell suffered the Master’s silence for several long moments. Finally he said, “I shall see what is available. And willing.”
A dark shadow moved behind the Master, and a scream like nothing Purcell had ever heard pierced the air just before the window closed. Purcell knew little about the Dark Side, only that it was in a plane of existence similar to where the gods were trapped. Most Deuces did not have the courage, nor the connections, to contact the plane populated by demons and other creatures Purcell had only glimpsed in the background. It was, as the name implied, dark and flat, the way the landscape appeared during a full moon.
Demons sometimes escaped the Dark Side on their own and roamed the Earthly plane, but most were controlled by the Master. Those that got out of control were imprisoned.
The window opened again. Several dark faces lurked behind the Master, their silhouettes etched against the grim landscape.
“I have four that are willing to do your bidding for some bloodlust sport. One is a harbinger.”
“It will work into my plan.”
“Do you agree to the Three Tenets?”
“Yes,” Purcell said. They were his responsibility, and he would pay the price should they expose the Hidden. He would supervise them and send them back or terminate them if they broke out of his control. And third, he accepted the danger inherent in dealing with demons.
This was the part he despised. The demons scrambled through the window, their clawed feet scratching on the wood floor as they gathered in front of him, their temporary master. The harbinger had taken the appearance of a homeless old man. The others looked as terrifying as the first one he’d taken custody of.
“I have two targets, both Dragon.” He summoned the illusion of Cyntag’s and Ruby’s faces. “He is a powerful Obsidian. The girl is not as strong.”
One demon narrowed its red eyes at the image of Cyntag. “He is the one who took out Sed?”
Purcell hadn’t known the demon’s name. “Yes. He murdered your comrade. Perhaps your friend?” Better to motivate them with revenge.
The demons laughed, a sound like someone shaking a bag of glass bottles. One said, “That asshole? We were happy to hear of his death.”
A second one said, “But we hate Dragons even more. We don’t need revenge to juice our bloodlust.”
Could they read his mind? Purcell pushed past that disturbing thought. “You may take them out in any way that you’d like, provided it doesn’t compromise Rule Number One. Eliminate anyone who might help them. Or gets in the way.”
The demons nodded their understanding, releasing hisses that might be glee. Purcell brought up an image of the dojo and turned to the harbinger. “You, hang around this establishment and watch for our targets. You three, remain close and wait for my order.”
Now for the worst part. Purcell held out his hand to form the psychic bond. Their dry hands clasped his, and he felt the tips of their claws press into his skin.
The harbinger bared its teeth in a smile. “Till death do us part.”
The Book of the Hidden
The day of her eighteenth birthday dawned bright. Garnet had been here five years, with freedom to come and go within the confines of the castle and its grand gardens. She had a nanny and teachers, the finest of meals and entertainments. The best part was that she had not seen much of the Dragon Prince, who dined with her every now and then and asked after her welfare as though he cared. The real prison was the spell he had cast upon her—the Dragon that resided within her clawing to be let out.
A quick knock on her door startled her out of her thoughts. It was her lady-in-waiting, who looked as though she were bringing bad news.
Gwendolyn gave her a tremulous smile. “Happy birthday, Your Highness,” she said with a bow. “It is time. The Dragon Prince has told you, yes?”
“Told me what?”
“That you and he are to marry today. A small ceremony, just the staff. He wishes for me to ready you.” She pulled a basket filled with flowers from behind her back. “For your hair. He loves it long, you know.”
“No, I don’t know. I know nothing of him. Which is fine with me.”
“You will know much after today.” Gwendolyn’s face blushed. “The stylists will be here soon, to do your hair, fit you for the dress, and make up your face. You are pretty now, but you will be a vision soon.”