Page 18 of Wishing Upon a Monster
That alone had me lowering my shadows enough to see the Magic Users around us, circled and wary, with their useless weapons and magic drawn.
Fools. And yet perhaps I shall allow them their lives for the spark they have lit within my bride.
“Will you stand down, Olan?” The demoness called, her true form revealed, skin red and horns black and high, her slitted merlot eyes wary.
“I will only because my wife asks this of me, but a grave error was made this day,” I rumbled.
“There was, and we will make sure that it does not happen again,” she called, her hands waving to her fellows. “We will lower our guard now.”
I laughed mercilessly. “It is best you do, for else you would not survive me a second time. It is her grace that saves you.”
The magical energy around us lowered considerably, the alarm still blaring as I released my shadows back to where and whence they came.
We were surrounded by Magic Users, some in uniforms, some in clothes much likemin skatwore, all wary, as they should be.
I disliked the phrase minor god, as if this somehow made me less of a god than any other. My worship was minor,notmy power.
The demoness strode forward, her jaw clenched. “I speak for all of my fellow enforcers when I say we apologize for the mental anguish we inflicted on Aurora Aurum. The Council has been called in, and those responsible will answer for the offense. If you are willing, we would still like for you to come inside and meet with the Talentless Reg–.”
I growled, the sound harsh, causing many of the fools around me to flinch.
“––with the registration folks as planned, and I will stay with you to ensure that no one makes another mistake,” thedemoness finished.
I turned my head tomin søde skat,my brow raising inquiringly. “What do you want to do?”
“It would be best to get this over with. That way, we can leave and never come back to this place.” She looked out across her fellow enforcers. “It is obvious there is a lack of training here, and that needs to be addressed.”
“Yes, ma’am, it does,” the demoness agreed.
I believe Aurora knew my feelings, my desire to not let her go in such a place, and she allowed me to shift her onto my side just above my hip. I tried not to think about her hot center bouncing along my side as I walked. It would not do to become distracted. But with this new position, I had a hand free. As for my other hand, well, I did my best not to squeeze her strong thigh or slide my hand up to her luscious ass. The things I did to fight my nature were truly astounding.
“You are quiet,min lille skat,”I asked her in her mind.
“A lot just happened. I want to think this was a mistake, but at the same time, I have to wonder. Were they testing your power? Was this a setup?”
“I know not, but either way, they have their answer now, do they not?”I nuzzled the side of her head.
A confused jumble of awareness, lust, confusion, and shock rushed through her system at my action before her crown snapped around her mind, blocking her feelings out.
I would not apologize for the insight they gave me. When I saved her life, when the gods deemed her worthy, I had hoped we would be partners in all things, mentally, spiritually, physically, and carnally. I knew that as a mortal, she needed time to come to terms with our arrangement. Our marriage was the will of the oldest of gods, and I admit my golden one did not make this decree a hardship. They showed me all of her, her essence when she wished; she was worthy, and I hungered for her. I wanted to plunder her very being, to have her golden formwrithe in ecstasy as she rode myhane. Never had I wished for something more.
The demoness led us through an ostentatious great room through a maze of hallways to an equally extravagant room done up in blues and gold. I carried us to a smaller couch, where I sat us. I tried to look at ease, although the demoness’ power levels were uncharacteristically high. She was not a higher demon; I had spent time in Dis thousands of years past. Lesser demons looked as humans described devils in their lore: different skin colors, some onyx like mine, others ruby, gold, or emerald, some had horns, like she did, or hooves, which she did not, forked tongues, fangs, claws, or spikes. How they looked didn’t particularly matter to me, but more often than not, they were not as powerful as the progeny of demons who mated with fallen angels. These were the higher demons, and they looked human. Perhaps in this case, she was mated to some being stronger than herself. That would boost her power levels.
“I am so sorry,” The demoness said, sitting across from us in a chair. “It has been my life’s work to create change in the Magic User community. As I am sure Mrs. Aurum can see, I am a Demon Mage.”
Min skatshifted in my lap, sitting so that her back is to my front. I hoped I could keep my biological responses at bay, even if the telltale purple blush stole across my face at her movement.
“I had wondered, the ECCM as a whole has been allowing more diversity within its ranks in the last few decades,” Aurora responded, leaning forward.
“Yes. A lot of that has to do with me. I have been pushing for diversity, having worked for multiple branches of Magic User government. When you’ve worked for an institution for half a century, you make an impact,” the demoness declared proudly. “While it is still taboo to be born of a demon and aMagic User, the stigma is lessening with each new hire, with each interaction. I believe the same can be said for your good work, Mrs. Aurum.”
“I wouldn’t say that I’ve impacted that much,”Min skatdemurred.
“I disagree. Being the daughter of the Aurum family, forcing them to accept you at Westhaven College on the magical enforcement track instead of as a historian and preservationist as other Talentless are forced to do––”
I rumbled at the word.
Aurora leaned back into my chest, her warmth soothing my ire.
