https://files.catbox.moe/jc1aof.mp3You sought firmer ground, stepping onto the gnarled roots and using them to scrape the wet mud off your heels.
“You’re asking what can you offer me?” you asked.
She nodded, continuing to flutter, circling around and above you. “We’re allies now, aren’t we, Niklos?”
“You imposed yourself on me,” you spoke with a sigh, rubbing at your temples after. “Let’s start with questions.”
“Questions it is,” Miranna said. She lifted her knees, her long iron skirt falling in rigid pleats over her ankles, the black metal glinting in the lunar mist as she leaned back, hands cushioning her neck.
“How many of Demon King’s Generals are there?”
“Six.”
“That’s with your included?”
She flashed a cocky smile. “As it stands, yes. But the Demon King adores his sixes, so they’ll find a stand-in for me to keep up the numbering.”
“That’s even more reasons why we shouldn’t let him know, and why you shouldn’t go around announce it!”
“Five” —she shrugged— “or six, why does it matter? You’re going to defeat them all anyway, it’s in the prophesy!”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Who are they? You just mentioned ‘Rosie’; what’s her deal? How dangerous is she?”
Stretching out a long, pointed nail, Miranna scratched at her pallid cheek. “’Chimera Hound’? Is that who the imp directed you towards? She’s a hellhound but with two heads, and I’m friends with only one of them; the other one -hates- me! She can mimic any animal roar or scent to control them, or to mate with them, and even human voice if she chooses. She can also manifest phantom limbs or heads during battles, but I’ve only seen her do that once—there are not that many demons bold enough to challenge her” Miranna paused. “Her blood does something nasty if it spills.”
“What do you mean ‘something nasty’?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen her bleed. It’s what she told me, but since my fire doesn’t draw blood I wasn’t -that- curious to find out more.”
Your legs trembled as you slumped to the ground. “’Other King’s’ fees, how are we suppose to defeat someone like that?”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way. The prophesy says so! If even Dragon-Beast Pyrathor couldn’t kill you, then you won’t even feel ‘Chimera Hound’s’ bites or claws. Just unleash that cursed power of yours and she’ll be gone.”
“And if I need your help, how will you go about defeating her?”
Miranna stretched out her claw, her fingers long and sharp, fanning out like the legs of a spider; red flames ignited around her tips, flaring and trickling, soon enveloping her entire hand. The fire crackled to life, casting the forest in scarlet light.
“In case there’s some life left in her, I’ll land the finishing blow.”
“Do you have any other powers?”
