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What nobody, not even Jet himself realized, was that the square was beginning to fill with a subtly sweet fragrance. This pollen scattered the rays of the sun shining down on the city, breaking them in such a way as to illuminate the dancer, making him look like the whole of Creation itself was his stage, and he was the star on it. The onlookers were slowly getting enchanted, most felt the image of the dancer being engraved in their minds, they would dream of him for many nights to come and have his visage fill their dreams with joy. A few others, those who felt the subtle pull of the music before but did not act on it due to shame, societal pressure or the need to be elsewhere joined in, their bodies beginning to move to reflect their true desires.
It started to feel like the city was about to break out in a fever of dance and impromptu celebration out of nowhere until the Unwoven Coadjutors words rang out in Jet’s head once more.
“Hey! HEY! JET! Your disguise is slipping!”
“Wha-”
The dynast looked down and saw the shadow covering him rippling, as if it too wanted to join in on the dance. But that was not all. His fingers were starting to bend wrong, due to him moving to express himself in ways the human body simply can’t and he realized that the whole square is saturated in his essence due to his control slipping.
“Shit!”
He stopped abruptly, ran to the buskers to throw a few coins in their basket and bolted out of the area. Running into an empty alleyway he smashed his own back against the wall of a building and tried to calm his still racing heart.
“What the hell was that? Did someone try to take control of me?”
“Music happened my dear Jet, music. Pretty good too, though not my preferred genre. But that fucking piper did play false and missed a few notes. Normally I’d urge you to go back and tear off his head so you can shit down his neck, but given the circumstances I’d say we should lay low.”
“What?”
“What what? What do you not get? Have you ever heard music before?”
“Music doesn’t do that! I felt… lost.”
“Ah, well that’s mortals. You’re part demon now, remember? My bits are in you. And we love music. Dance too, but dance is just music given form. Music is the one thing, the only thing, still holy to each and every one of us. Even after thousands of years of pain and suffering the pure beauty of music is still the one thing the Exalted can never take from us. And it will always bring us solace. When we hear music, good music, we dance and when we dance magic happens. You’ve not lived until you cavorted with us demons on the streets of the Brass City, where one and all dance in tune, becoming one with the music itself, regardless of class or status. Ah… sometimes I do miss home.”
