Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2570

2570 Blood Bonds (Part 4)

"I don't see why not, dear." Salaark turned around, more than happy of changing to a less awkward topic. "I name this form of yours Bloodwind Phoenix. I can't wait to show you off to the rest of your relatives."

"Bloodwind Phoenix, I like it." Tista nodded enthusiastically while looking at her blood-red wings and beak. "What about this?"

She turned into her Demon form, obtaining a shrug in reply.

"Not a Phoenix so not really my field of expertise. Blood Demon, maybe? You know, to stay in theme?"

"Heck, no!" Tista roared. "I don't want to pass for one of Lith's underlings ever again. I want to be my own person. I deserve it."

"You sure do." Leegaain nodded, inwardly throwing the Stormfire Demon name in the gutter. "The problem with new things is that you have nothing with which to associate them. We need to make up a word."

"And one that sounds cool!" "Tista said

"We need to make up a word that sounds cool." The Father of All Dragons sighed. "Rempa?"

"It has no kick." Tista shook her head. "Next"

"Grima?" Salaark proposed.

"Sounds like a disease. Next."

"Hekate?" Lith said, drawing all eyes on him.

"Tista the Hekate." She rolled the name on her tongue a few times before nodding in approval. "I like it. Where does it come from and why didn't you propose it sooner?"

I would usually spout some bullshit about having learned it during my travels as a Ranger, but with two of the most ancient beings on Mogar present, my lie would be immediately exposed: Lith thought.

I can't tell her that this name belongs to the ancient Greek goddess of magic nor that it came to my mind now only because just like Tista, Hekate was depicted with three bodies.

"Even if I could say that, Tista would probably reject it, saying that reminds her too much of Baba Yaga.'

"It comes from here." Lith tapped at his forehead, making his answer technically true. "And I didn't think of it earlier simply because you were just a generic hybrid. I mean, I didn't throw a fuss when everyone called me a 'Wyrmling' for over two years."

"That's true. I guess that's fair." Tista scratched her chin.

"Big sis, can you still breathe fire?" Aran asked.

"I beg your pardon?"