Chapter 39 : Aurora’s Night

Raquel’s POV

“THIS!” Ahura slapped at the banner displaying the Fantasia Troupe name and a couple of the new acts that he wanted to do tonight. “IS THE SINGLE GREATEST MOMENT OF YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE LIVES! DO NOT FUCK ME ON THIS!”

He was dressed like Aurora, one of the sylphs of legend whose story had allowed them to ascend into godhood with the humans. If only the humans knew Aurora had been one of us instead of them. Ahura’s hair was as white as Regulus’, coiled in three circular braids at the top of his head, with two long braids covering either side of his head in front of his ears. He’d whitened his eyebrows, blending them in with his face. Wearing only a white toga and fingertips dyed gold, Ahura did look surprisingly like a sylph even if he lacked their serene airiness at the moment.

“Do you…do you need to sit down, boss,” Philo offered, his brothers already on the move to find a chair for the shaking ringmaster. “Maybe you should have a bit of a sit-down?”