Fuck it, I thought.

And I transformed. The small lithe wind that was the demonstration of my powers whistled in unseen and unnannouced. He, the demon monk, let out a small cry as the wind picked up around me, swirling in a light hurricane around Unicorn's hooves first, then gliding upwards over her torso. The blue dress - my blue dress - flung in the air, and her mane too flicked wildly as she lifted her head to the sky. Breath whispered out of her lungs, the sigh becoming more human with each passing second until suddenly she reared. Back hooves became feet, front legs hands. The tail withdrew into my skin, as did her fair coat and the mane became my hair, falling down around my waist, loose and long. Then - she was done and I was there, naked except for the thin piece of rope around me. I landed, with a light thump in the soil, immediately leaning down into a crouch. Turning one leg to cross it partly over my lower half, and grabbing my dress to pull it over my breasts I smiled awkwardly at the man, who I now was certain was not going to try to attack.

In fact he seemed to revere me. Which was an odd concept, I thought, for demons who either worship each other as lords, themselves or nothing. That was what I knew anyway. By what he had said it sounded like he followed the guidance of the Demon King, because Atron had been it some time ago. But Kings were not gods, not in Haide, anyway. Awkwardly, I raised a hand and waved. He gawped.

"Hi ..." I said, without smiling, because, in all honesty, my adventures from when I had escaped from my cell beneath Hernsford to now, did not deserve one.

The monk swallowed a little before descending, quite suddenly, into a deep bow. His eyes withdrew from me, and I took that oppurtunity to throw the rope off me, pull out the blue dress, which was dirty and horrible, and half shove it over myself. He remained in that bow, perhaps deliberately, so as not to need to stare at my nude form. After a moment I coughed very lightly.

"Um ... sir?"

He glanced up, eyes wide. A sigh left his lips as he saw I was now in clothes, even if it was just the ragged remains of what had once been a glorious dress. Slowly, I stood back up, my hands curling around the rope that now just had the riding crop and the rapier tied onto it as I shifted it over my shoulder again.

"Yes, Great One?" he murmured.

"I am not Great," I said quickly, even though, I was once worshipped as the daughter of a god ('a' god because the general populous of the planet I was from had no idea that they were actually all created and ruled by a singular entity), and also honoured as a princess of the uniano people. Recently, though, I had been a slave more than anything ... and on that dreaded ship once more ridiculed to a life of rape.

The demon shook his head, a smile creeping onto his face. "Anything, anyone, who takes the form of one so pure and holy as a unicorn is great, no matter how little you might not believe that yourself."