Viktor's mind was still buzzing.
That dream. That weird-ass conversation with... himself? Or was it the demon? The incubus lord dying like an idiot. The reflection. The violet-eyed bastard with horns who'd offered him power.
He'd asked for the tail.
'Just for fucking.'
And now he had it.
He thought he'd forget about it the moment he woke up. That's how dreams worked, right? You remember them for maybe five seconds after opening your eyes, and then they're gone—dissolved into nothing like smoke.
But this one stuck.
Every word. Every image. The black liquid floor. The throne. The women. The demon's grin.
'"So you choose the power of Attor—"'
The words had been cut off before the demon could finish, but Viktor remembered them clearly. Too clearly.
'What the hell did I actually accept?'
He flexed the muscles in his lower back experimentally.
The tail responded instantly—swishing left, then right, the spaded tip cutting through the air with a soft 'whoosh'.
