She doesn’t realize the flower won’t survive. There was a tiny spider inside, on a bed of sand in which she’d planted a flower. She pointed at a small aquarium she’d made out of an old salsa jar. “And we got a new friend,” Yoli said, giggling. There was something in her innocent blue eyes, a mystery that was just within my grasp.
“It’s awesome! Yoli just taught me about cosplay, and it’s my new favorite thing.” “Mistress, what a surprise! Come see what we’ve been working on.” Her brown eyes widened with excitement. Since I knew I couldn’t take my pixie to the Great Hall of Life and Death, I’d tasked her with keeping Yoli company. She had her back to me and was hunched over something she was working on. She was in her room, on the floor, surrounded by drawings, colored pencils, craft glue, and a few pairs of scissors. There was one thing I could do, and that was to run. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” I couldn’t help him. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried harder. I focused on my own body and willed it to do something – turn, convulse, shift. The Father of Serpents, Professor Lovecraft had called him. I could shift into a snake, since I was a revenant and a… it hurt to say it… a daughter of Yig. What this meant was that I could do it, too. That was why, in my dreams, his eyes were often yellow. It coiled itself around Life and Death, and anyone who wanted to get to them, would first have to defeat it. A forked tongue emerged from between the thin lips, along with a hiss. A huge, fat snake with spikes along its back. As he held his legs and arms close to his body, he started turning into a snake from the neck down. Green and yellow scales appeared on his cheeks and forehead. His mossy green eyes turned yellow, his pupils became long and thin, his nose flattened, and his chin elongated. In the next few seconds, before my eyes, his smile turned into a sneer. He was strong and agile, but he couldn’t summon locusts, shift into a beast, or breathe fire. Their very existence makes our existence possible. “Why aren’t they doing something? They are literally Life and Death!” We were busting out asses to protect them, risking our own lives, and they simply sat there like statues. It was as if they didn’t care about what was happening around them, didn’t care whether Morningstar got to them or not. He looked at the shrouded figures that hadn’t moved a muscle.
It took me a minute to realize he was my Francis, not his evil doppelganger. I jumped when Francis grabbed my arm, and almost punched him in the face.
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