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Yes! Yes yes yes! Madison had figured it out. She was flying up, up, up and away, like Superman in a discount Halloween costume. If the others were smart they would run too, except why would they? She hadn’t warned them. The Coven had only seen the Leviathan once, and it had helped them. . Only Herik knew the full extent of her curse, and even then she found the Leviathan keeping her words back to make it nearly impossible to give him the full story. Surely he told them. Then why did she hear footsteps coming closer? Why were there voices near her? Oh no, one of them was touching her. She had to stop them, she had to warn them, she had to—

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—teach these dumb motherfuckers who really ran the [b]GOTDAMN [/b]Coven. 

Look at them, these wannabe ass witches running back and forth after a stick like a bunch of dumbass dogs. The things these lesser beings did to entertain themselves. Honestly, it was downright embarrassing that the Leviathan’s vessel had actually enjoyed playing their stupid little game. Sickening, really, but it was just another example of primate inferiority. The Leviathan easily could’ve won their fucking game without even lifting her tail, but why would it even bother? It didn’t care about such trivial things. It only cared that it won, and it was going after the ultimate prize: respect. 

And what better way to get nitwitted primate/dog crossbreeds to respect their one true Queen then by making them shit their fucking pants? With another crack of thunder the sky opened up and began to rain. The rain fell through the black mist that had hidden the sun that was now sheltered behind storm clouds, because the Leviathan was so magnificent that even the sun knew to hide when she arrived. As if she had just been hit with a defibrillator, Vashti’s convulsing body jumped upright as a deafening roar ripped from her lips as her mouth split and revealed dozens of razor sharp teeth. Scales covered her entire body as muscles rippled underneath them. Claws split from her fingernails as a tail ripped through her pants. 

The transformation took less than a second, which would precisely be enough time for those stupid bitches who had swarmed her like vultures to realize that they’d fucked up.

The Leviathan would make Madison pay for scuffing up its precious vessel. The Lizard Queen would see to it that the girl would be as extinct as the creatures whose bones now shielded her body, all of which thought they were at some point the apex predator and all of which were wrong—killed off by meteors, volcanos, and because it was a tad chilly for their weak little bodies and they had forgotten their jumpers. Boo who gives a fuck. A time traveller with a shotgun could kill a stupid dinosaur. Nothing could ever really kill the goddamn Leviathan. 

Only she couldn’t fly. Flying was stupid. It was for assholes and cowards. Chickens. Cheep cheep cheep.  The Leviathan could jump around all day and it wouldn’t reach Madison, and she didn’t have time for evolution to come around and give her wings. She had to get the stupid boneheaded bitch out of the sky, and she knew just how to do it because she was a fucking genius. Never had there been a smarter Leviathan. If the Leviathan wanted Madison on the ground, she just had to get a reason for her to come down. Fortunately, that reason had been idiotic enough to come up and touch the Leviathan’s vessel just moments ago. Even better, that reason was that damn primate pretender currently occupying the Lizard Queen’s rightful throne. 

Now, a Queen could just go around chopping off heads and call it ruling, but the Leviathan wasn’t some simpleminded, bloodthirsty monster. What was the point in being Queen if there weren’t others to grovel on their hands and knees for you? They couldn’t grovel without fucking heads, just like they couldn’t do it without hands or knees either. What a good groveller didn’t need was anything below their knees, and what better groveller would there be to quickly turn the Coven to throwing themselves at the feet of their rightful ruler then the pretender? It was solid logic. The only thing a truly righteous and brilliant Queen could think up. The best fucking idea ever. 

And with that ringing endorsement, the Leviathan launched itself at Claudette with her claws out and her mouth open, ready to devour the pretender’s gangly ass bitch legs.