“And now,” I said. “For one of my most diabolical spells. Flora Bora Slam!”
I hurled the light at Kevin. It hit him in the chest and dispersed. He wouldn’t have even felt a thing, but he clutched his chest and growled, his tongue lolling from his mouth. A little stream of smoke curled from his nostrils. He slumped over, head hanging down for a beat or two, before he raised his head and looked at me. “Master,” he said in a dull voice. “I am here to do your bidding.”
The Darks clapped.
“Wait,” Terrance said. “I thought dragons were impervious to magic.”
Godsdamn Terrance. He was my greatest enemy. After Lady Tina, Myrin, Ruv, Caleb, and Vadoma. I would have my revenge. “You are exactly right, Terrance. They are. Except for Flora Bora Slam. It is a spell of my own design, something I concocted while deep in the Dark Woods. I studied all the dragons and learned of a weakness in their makeup. That weakness allows me to control them.”
“In all ways,” Kevin said in that same flat voice. “Like, you could do things to me and I wouldn’t be able to resist. I’m your sexy puppet.”
“Right,” I said quickly. “Or other things not quite as gross and/or related to bestiality.”
“Control the dragons?” one of the Darks asked.
“Bwahaha! I am so glad you asked. Kevin! Take out Gary and Tiggy and Ryan and Dimitri!”
“Rawr,” Kevin said, bearing his teeth slightly. He reached down and tapped Tiggy on the shoulder.
Tiggy yelled, “GWAAAH!” as he fell to the ground, the dirt kicking up around him.
“Wow,” one of the Darks said. “It looked like he barely even hit him.”
“Grr,” Kevin said as he poked a claw against Gary’s neck, the skin dimpling.
“Alas!” Gary cried as he stumbled. “I have been defeated. My horn, recently returned to me that no one has complimented me on in the last thirty-six minutes, has failed me. I feel the darkness closing in on my vision. My life is flashing before my eyes. I had a wonderful time here in this world. Why, there’s the time I was a wee slip of a lad and found myself losing my virginity to a rough-and-tumble centaur named Douglas Von Snapperstein. He had such wonderful biceps that made me feel safe as he plundered my virgin hole. And then there’s the time I found myself eating warm ketchup for the first time and realized that people who open condiments and then put them back in the pantry instead of the icebox are essentially equivalent those who commit war crimes. And then there was the time I—”
“You said you were defeated,” I reminded him, starting to sweat a little.
“Well excuse me if I have lived a long and storied life that I have yet to write down in an autobiography entitled If I Did It, where I discuss all the bad and illegal things I’ve potentially done and tell you exactly how I would have done them had I done them. There would have been a surprise follow-up four months later called I Did It, where people would shell out the same amount to read the fact that I did those bad and illegal things.”
“Fall. Down.”
“Gods, you are a pushy little bitch, aren’t you? Is this a wizarding thing? Is that how you’re going to be now? Because if that’s the case—wow, you are evil, if that expression on your face is any indication.” He started choking before he fell to his knees and then over on his side. “Gahhhhh,” he said, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
“That was heartbreaking to watch,” one of the Darks said. “Because they were friends and all. Truly sad.” The other Darks murmured their agreement.
“I shall destroy you,” Ryan said, pulling out his sword and flourishing it in a practiced circle. The blade caught the sunlight, and I would have been really turned-on if he wasn’t such a douchebag and I wasn’t pretending to betray him. “And then I will bring back my one true love from the brink of darkness.”
“Kevin!” I bellowed. “Defeat the knight!”
“Your wish is my command, oh master of my gaping domain,” Kevin said.
Ryan charged at him, raising his sword. He brought it down gently (but not too gently) onto Kevin’s leg, where it glanced uselessly off the dragon’s scales. Kevin knocked Ryan’s sword out of his hand with a flick of his tail and then shoved him down to the ground a little harder than necessary. Ryan skidded in the dirt before coming to a stop near my feet.
I looked down at him.
He rolled his eyes.
I loved him so fucking much.
“As you can see,” I exclaimed, my acting probably as good if not better than those who graced the Lockes Stage, “three have been defeated. All that remains is the king of the fairies. And since it is his job to protect the dragons, he cannot fight Kevin. Therefore, everyone here has been defeated, and I have completed my betrayal.”
“He’s right,” Dimitri said, wings drooping. “I have been defeated and cannot do a single thing.”
The Darks clapped again.
Except Terrance. Terrance, who had already passed Vadoma on my list of enemies, looked down at my friends on the ground before saying, “But you haven’t monologued yet.”
The Darks stopped clapping.
“Excuse me?” I asked Terrance as politely as I could, even though in my head I was deciding how to remove his femurs from his body in the way that would cause the most pain.
“You say you’re a Dark wizard now.”
“Right.”
“And you’ve betrayed all your friends.”
“This is true.”
“But you haven’t monologued yet about your feelings and how you turned bad because of your father not loving you, or because you found dead animals in the woods when you were a kid and poked them with sticks.”
I stared at him. “I don’t—”
“Monologue,” Gary hissed as he squinted up at me before he laid his tongue back on the ground.
“But—”
“I believe in you,” Tiggy said.
“Aw,” I said. “Thanks, dude. But there’s no way in hell I’m going to—” The Darks were frowning at me, looking perturbed. “Oh, godsdammit. Do I have to?”
“Only a true Dark wizard would monologue after having his enemies defeated at his feet,” Terrance said. “Everyone knows this.”
The other Darks nodded.
“Ugh. Fine. I’ll do it. I’m not happy about it, but I’ll do it.”
They waited.
“Okay, so, like. Um. Let’s see. Monologue. Monologue. I mean, do I just start or…? Like, lay out my plans of evil and then…? Okay. I can do that.” I cleared my throat. “So. Here goes. I will now tell you my plan for crushing the Resistance.”
Gary was shaking on the ground. Motherfucker was laughing at me. I thought about lighting his bouffant on fire, but since he had his horn back, I figured he would probably shoot more rainbows all over my face, and I couldn’t have that. So I chose to ignore him instead.
“It all started when I was young and realized my father thought I was weak. He hailed from the North and worked in the lumber mills and was stronger than I could ever be.”
“Ohh,” one of the Darks said. “It’s already off to a good start.”
“Yes, my father thought I was too small and incapable of manly things and also a waste of space. All I wanted to do was impress him, but nothing I did ever worked.” Which, of course, was bullshit. He was very easily impressed. “I begged him. I said, ‘Papa, why can’t you love me as I am?’ And he said, ‘You’re too meek and mild for me to love. I wish we had had a son who mattered.’”
Two of the Darks’ lips were wobbling.
I was so good at this.
“And then I grew up and became magic and was told I was going to be a good guy, but then I thought p’shaw, that sounds boring and predictable. Why on earth would I want to do that? So then when I heard there was a prophecy about me, I decided to defy the gods. I pretended to go along with them, but secretly I was learning how to be a Dark wizard, because everyone knows Dark wizards are cooler than most others and very hard to fool.”
“Damn right!” a Dark called out. “We’re so cool! And no one gets anything by us!”