FANTASY SHORT STORY
The Beautiful Daughter of Magic and the Horrific New Red-Winged Dress
Superior beings call their servants, butlers
She held her sword high. Charlotte looked down to appreciate the beauty of the angel lying on the ground under her foot.
The angel met Charlotte’s eyes.
“Sorry,” she said, dropping her sword.
It wasn’t a clean cut. The sword, despite slashing the throat, got caught in the spine. The angel used defensive magic to harden his body. Sure all he had but not enough. Nothing a second hit wouldn’t fix.
Then, like a chicken, she hung the angel from a tree feet up, neck down. Drop by drop, his blood fell into a bottle she replaced when it was full.
On one rock lay the head, on another, Charlotte sat waiting. She opened one hand, and a small scroll appeared. She traced her finger over the words: Angel wings. Her gaze went down and focused on the last item on the list: Red Demon Skin.
After cutting up and classifying all the raw materials in the horse’s saddlebags, she set out on her way.
Mounted on the horse, Charlotte looked at the ancient symbols carved on her arms. She moved a hand and drew a circle in the air, but nothing…
