I had been her familiar for a long time at this stage. As far as I knew, having a Chinese dragon as a familiar made her an immensely powerful warlock. One of the most powerful in the country. There have been occasions where we have been forced to stain the streets for our own safety.

So many people want her power. She is rare. And she doesn't even realise it.

"Alfie?" she beckoned. My name is Alfheim, in case you were wondering. But she gave me the nickname Alfie.

"Coming, Cass." in return, I call her Cass.

I stepped into her living room. In front of her was a drawn ring and crystal alingment. I recognised the summoning circle immediately.

"Cass, not this again."

She snapped her fingers, asking for me to sit opposite. Her long wavy hair is newly dyed. She's naturally brunette, but she uses a special pink dye that turns it completely pink she made herself to stop curses on her head. I've seen them myself. You would dye too.

Sitting opposite to her, she presses a bottle into my hand.

"When I give the signal, sprinkle the bits of fairy wings onto the circle." she smiles.

"... fairy wings?" I squint at the dust in the bottle.

"Got them from a faeologist. They're ancient but still have blood in them."

"And they're crushed into tiny pieces. I thought sprites were the tiny ones?"

"I'm a warlock, not a scholar."

She lit her candles one by one, then started her muttering in her language. Her dark jacket shone in the light. When she nodded, I added the fairy wings to the bowl of water in the centre of the circle. It started bubbling, turning into a liquid mirror surface. Cassandra looked into it.

"Here my call, invidia ex cordis." she's also fluent in Latin. Her eyes shone that green colour that occured when she was using magic. All warlocks have different coloured eye glows to match their auras. The mirror bowl goes from her reflection to a distorted picture. The image keeps rippling, making it unclear. When it settles, a face shows. Dark hair, green scaled skin, large fangs, and the greenest eyes you would ever see. It's a demon.

"What do you want." it asks in a hissing voice.

"Leviathan." Cassandra's voice turned into an echo.

"Do not bother me, warlock." Leviathan snarled.

"Not even your own kin?" Cassandra replied, smirking.

"Kin? Oh, I see." Leviathan's gaze grew darker. I tried to keep a straight face, but sweat ran down my neck.

"That's right. I looked into the books. I know what I am." Cassandra's smirk grew wider.

"And? You think you are the first warlock to be born from me?" Leviathan scoffed. "You are not worth my time."

The bowl suddenly burst, splashing water into our faces. I could finally breathe.

"Damn it! Fucking damn it!" Cassandra screamed.

"If I knew you were gonna call Leviathan, the beast of Envy, I would have stopped you..." I swallowed.

"Oh shut up." Cassandra glared.

"What did you think he was gonna do? Embrace you into his arms like daddy's little girl?" I argued.

"If I had showed him my power-"

"Cass, look. Leviathan is a demon. A very powerful demon. One of the seven deadly sins. You're powerful, but it would take his child to be an eighth deadly sin for him to notice. Besides, you're better than that." I pat her head, something we've done for a while to cheer each other up.

"... thanks, Alfie."
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Some excerpts will be short. Some will be long. They're mainly for me to scribble ideas so they're out there at least.