"Do I have abilities?" I asked, hoping for a quick way out of the weird dream Charon was putting me in.
My mom was right. I really did need to talk to somebody.
Blonde #2 shrugged.
"Shadow-walking, mirror images probably. It varies from demon to demon."
"I own your soul. You're close enough."
I felt my head tingling and my vision rippled again.
I was standing in a courtyard in some kind of black leotard, Blonde #2 across from me.
"You can have a break when I actually feel one of your punches." he offered, looking bored.
I felt myself run at him, jumping to avoid him before running at him where he reappeared to slam a punch into his gut.
He looked at me, surprised.
When my vision went wavy again I was prepared.
I was standing in some kind of hall, a sword in my hand and a man entirely in grey kneeling in front of me.
I felt my blood rushing into my ears. I blinked and, with military discipline, raised the sword and sliced cleanly through his neck.
I watched his head bouncing along the floor, rolling to a stop.
The crowd around me was cheering. I was deaf to the noise.
I was transported again, and I found myself sitting on a couch in my living room.
My mom and dad were sitting across from me.
"Zara, honey..." she started, "We have something we need to tell you."
"When you were a baby...we sold your soul to the devil."
Sold your soul
Sold your soul
SSSSSSSSSSold yooooooooooour soulllll
The tingling in my head grew to a pounding pain.
I felt myself fall off the couch, but instead of falling onto the carpet I was falling into nothingness.
The world went dark, but I was still awake. I kept falling, trying to grasp something, anything.
Images began to flash in my vision.
The Council. The invasion. The arrow.
I felt myself jerk awake, to find myself in the room of mirrors. Before I could say a thing to Charon I felt myself being jerked awake again.
I was lying on a makeshift bed in what looked like a tent.
I sat up, blearily, and felt the pain in my chest.
A demon walked in and, seeing me up, ran out.
I couldn't be less concerned.
I was Zara Shah. And I was the High Commander of Hell.