Demon Lord 4: White Jade Reaper

by Morgan Blayde

  “Dog? I keep running him off, but he keeps coming back.”

  “He’s brought you another bribe.”

  “What now? An old Nike, a sock-puppet from hell?”

  “Old bone, I think. Something white.”

  “Maybe he’s done something right this time.”

  I went on across the room, cutting through the living room, into a hallway that ended with a magic door to my kingdom in fairy. Before I got that far, I turned into the master bedroom and stripped off my coat and shoes. I approached the bed where a mound of shadow waited. As I stood at the edge of the bed, the darkness thickened, taking on a more solid form. Ears flopping, Dog whined a greeting, hoping I’d be happy to see him this time.

  I kept my face stern and looked at what gleamed between his paws. The white jade flute. I picked up a pair of enchanted gloves Izumi had given me. They provided magical insulation. I slipped them on, picked up the flute, and finally smiled at Dog. “Good boy. You can stay, but not on my bed.” He jumped down and pranced around my feet. I petted him and then had him lie down while I put the flute in my sock drawer. I’d find a place for it in my treasure vault later.

  I fell on my bed and mumbled, “That’s what I call fetch.”