“Chill out Mr. Belvedere, or maybe I’ll go retro and drink some monkey blood!”
Jaxie hissed at Bealox, as he flapped closer wearing a tiny, perfectly tailored grey suit over his brown simian body. He’d been a dark blood magiks experiment hundreds of years ago, by some unnamed individual. Someone with a tremendous amount of power and a truly cruel streak in her malice practices.
Bealox had the intellect of the highest beings in the universe, but the body of a monkey with wings. He was a magiks expert, and a historical expert on both the mundane happenings, and the arcane. Bealox was also the keeper of Mavis’ library. A library he was forced to share with me and Jaxie, and our little siblings.
“I will have you tossed out on your ear long before you get at my blood, young lady! I tire of
