Chapter 213
Walking through the gathering of cultivators outside the city is much more fun than I thought it would be. I changed my hair to a mousey brown and disguised my face to look a little less distinctive, just a generic face in the crowd, and conveniently much more like the illusion John is wearing.
The similar faces have caused no ends of misunderstandings though. The Lycans and Dragons know our species by scent, and looking at the faces assume I’m his daughter given our difference in apparent cultivation. Which in turn makes them think he took a pure blooded Greater Demon as his mate.
It seems that’s a taboo of sorts, a naughty little secret polite society doesn’t mention. The Seraphim who notice me look disgusted, but the demons who do give John appreciative looks. All in all, it’s a struggle for me not to laugh.
A younger Demon woman, appearing to be in her early twenties motions for my attention while John is chatting with a group of human cultivators about the "Divine Retribution" leveled against the area, debating what might have caused it.
"Is it true what they say about Lycan men?" she asks when I get near.
"I don’t get out much, what rumors did everyone else say about them?" I ask back, now intensely curious about what the demons think of Lycans.
"Big red rocket with a knot the size of your fist?" she asks gleefully, eyeballing Beta John.
"If they’re shifted to Lycan form, maybe. But that one’s taken." I tell her and she latches her arm around mine.
"Then onwards! You’re a Lycan, you can be my wing woman." She declares and the Lycans around us hide their laughter. With her the looks we get aren’t as strange as when I was with John.