A Contract With My Demon
"Mia, grab the music box! Elara, grab Vane’s shadow! On three!"
Elara reached into the void, her hand finding the cold, misty grip of Vane. He looked at her, his embers-for-eyes reflecting a desperate hope. Mia clutched the silver music box to her chest, the mechanical tones now harmonizing with the humming of the Zero-Key.
"One."
The Chairman lunged, his body stretching into a giant, grasping claw of golden light.
"Two."
The Tenth Circle began to fold inward. The starless horizon rushed toward them like a closing mouth.