Swiftcurrent Creek The darkness lays on me

She was almost ready to drive him off, so strange was his transformation from hulking, drooling beast to submissive, delightful subordinate, but her ego would not allow her rationality through. It swelled with the passive submission he offered, and she stepped forward to engage him, sniffing his underside and deeming his display adequate in one way or another. It was the words he said that truly sold her, however, for while Jinx had absolutely no idea what he was referring to, she had always loved the opportunity to pretend to be something she wasn't.

"Yesss," she hissed, rising above him in a fashion she thought the strange, servile brute might find appealing. "Demon Queen, that is I. Tell me, what worthy beast seeks out the demon queen?" She could play this role, drawing on her voodoo knowledge, her ego, and of course, her cunning. Jinx might not have been the most intelligent wolf around, but she knew when and how to be crafty. Whatever Sitri was looking for, she wasn't it, but that didn't mean she wouldn't manipulate him into believing she was, so willing was he to believe it.

Of course, if it turned out to be some sort of freaky fetish, she would be quick to put an end to it. Despite their tension over what had happened with Haunter, Jinx knew she belonged to Lecter. For now, the selfish Kesuk would play along, keen to be worshipped as though she was some sort of demon queen in reality.