A glittery gust of black dust spilled from my skin, sweeping across the club like a living storm. The men surged forward, aroused and entranced, drawn to me like moths to a flame, their hands outstretched and bills fluttering from their fingers. I was a goddess. The women glared daggers, lips curled in envy and arms crossed tight, especially the strippers who were no longer the focus. The whole room held its breath. War cocked his head, watching as I cupped my breasts, inviting him to taste, and for a moment, I forgot I was even in the human world.
“Lawd have mercyyyyy! I’m ready to pass out!” Jay hollered.
I rolled my hips, boneless and fluid. I lifted my leg behind my ear while still standing, popping my pussy even harder with sensual twirls before dropping into a split, slamming my mound against the table as if War were underneath me. I patted my pussy, then brought my hand to my lips and blew my scent across the room, letting it drift over the crowd like a spell.
“Is this what you like?” I taunted War, ignoring the hungry stares.
He stood from the chair, ripping me off the table. “You’re putting too much attention on yourself,” he growled in my ear.
“Nigga, stop hating and let her finish!” someone shouted from the crowd.
“Yes, let me finish!” I shot at War, smirking.
He dragged me through the crowd, and someone dared to grab my ass. War spun, fist flying—a burst of golden energy exploded from his knuckles, sending the guy crashing through the wall.
“Ouuuuuuu!”the crowd erupted.
“I’ll holla at you later, Jay!” War yelled, the crowd of men trailing after us, possessed by my spell.
“Come on, man! We were just getting turnt up!” Jay protested.
We were almost at the door when Jade stormed up, almost tripping because she had too much to drink. “I knew that hoe wasn’t your cousin! That weird bitch been watching you all night!” she screamed, grabbing War’s sleeve.
I barely registered the movement—my wand flashed, transforming into a gleaming gold sword engraved with patterns of roses, and I drove it into her midsection with enough force to lift her off the floor. Blood poured from her mouth, her eyes widened in shock, and her legs dangled. Screams erupted, the music cut off, and the club plunged into silence.
War acted fast, rolling a gold marble across the floor—it burst in a flash, freezing everyone in place, time itself grinding to a halt. I yanked my sword free, Jade’s blood forming into bubbles, rising and popping in the air, from War’s stasis spell, before she dropped on the floor. The whole building was dead quiet, the only sound my ragged breath.
“What the fuck, Eboenia!” War roared.
“Your bitch asked for it! And so did you, for taunting me all night! You should’ve left me in the house.”
“It was cool until you got up on the table, shook the scent of your pussy everywhere, and let loose that fairy dust. You knew what you were doing! That shit travels,” he snapped.
“I don’t care about that! You put me in a position where I felt like I had to defend myself!”
“Against what? A drunk piece of ass who was trippin’ on me ghosting her? You let every man in here get a whiff of your wetness. Now you’re fittin’ to get your limbs broken,” he sneered.
War yanked my sword out of Jade’s body. The air shimmered, and a swirling portal spiraled open beneath her corpse, swallowing her whole with a low, hungry moan. I snatched my sword from his grasp, and it vanished at my touch.
“Where is she going?”
“To a grave in my realm,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Are you saddened that I killed your human pussy fairy?”
He scoffed. “Pussy comes and goes. Yours is ready to be on the chopping block too.” His grip tightened around my arm, and he dragged me out of the club.
“Wait, we can’t leave your friends frozen in place!” I protested, glancing back at the motionless crowd.
“They’ll come to soon. And when they do, everyone inside that club will have no memory of the last twelve hours,” he said. Suddenly, War stopped short as we headed toward the garage.
Without warning, a mask materialized over War’s face, shadowing the lower half of his face, and the hood of his black overcoat slid up, cloaking him in darkness. His chain coiled intohis hand, links glinting with a sinister energy. My ear tingled—a sharp, electric warning. A fairy was close.
A white unicorn emerged from the garage, its metal horn gleaming, red eyes burning with malice—it was an army unicorn, bred for war.
The city outside was unnaturally still. Not a single car moved along the streets; the buildings stood dark and silent, and not a soul lingered in sight—it was as if the world itself had been emptied, turned into a ghost town. The world around us felt hollow and unreal. We weren’t in the real world anymore—we’d slipped into a mirror image of the realm, a trick pulled by a sorcerer.
“Have you ever killed one of your own before?” War asked.
