The Scumbags Guide to Enslaving Demon's

Ahead, the Bone Coast stretched toward Ossuary Harbor and the court that could turn Vordessa’s broken shard into a kingdom.

They reached the harbor overlook at dusk.

Below, Ossuary Harbor filled a crescent bay between white cliffs. Ships made from black timber and pale rib-bone rocked against the piers. Their sails were stitched from gray skin-like cloth, each marked with a different court sigil. In the center of the bay, a circular platform rose from the water on the backs of colossal bone pylons.

The Abyssal Court was assembling.

Orena lay flat beside the ridge edge. ”No weapons drawn inside the harbor. No true names spoken near a court banner. No one claims anyone else, even as a joke.”

”Easy rules,” Rin said.

Orena gave her a hard look. ”The court listens for jokes.”

At the outer pier, a black ship was loading sealed crates. Each crate bore a silver mark shaped like a closed eye.

Vessa saw it through Rin’s spyglass. ”Envoy boxes. One leaves before dawn.”

”For Grand Meridian,” Austin Veyron said.

Orena nodded. ”The court does not send soldiers inland first. It sends claims. If the box reaches your city and someone opens it wrong, the court can call that an invitation.”

Nyra pulled the neutralized heart shard closer beneath her coat. ”Then we stop Vordessa and the box.”

”Both,” Veyra said. ”Not one instead of the other.”

The pressure of two threats tried to become a command in Austin Veyron’s mind. Go faster. Choose the easier target. Let one danger become the price of handling the other.

He did not let it.

”We map the harbor first,” he said. ”Then we decide roles.”

They spent the better part of an hour on the ridge doing exactly that, passing Rin’s spyglass hand to hand while Orena named what each part of the bay was for. The east quays handled ordinary trade, salt fish and rope and pitch, and drew no more attention than any working harbor. The inner ring around the platform belonged to the court alone, patrolled by the abyssal inspectors and marked with banners no outsider was meant to read. Between the two lay a scatter of broker stalls where lesser claims changed hands quietly, the kind of business the court pretended not to notice as long as it paid its tithe.

”If we are seen at all,” Orena said, ”be seen as broker traffic. No one looks twice at people carrying something they intend to sell.”

Sable studied the court banners through the glass. ”The sigils are not just houses. Each one marks a type of claim. The blue jaw banner takes protection debts. The white spiral takes memory debts. The red anchor takes territory.”

”And which one has Vordessa?” Veyra asked.

Sable pointed toward the central platform. A narrow banner of black-and-red metal hung beside a throne-like chair.

”None. She is negotiating with the Speaker directly.”

A horn sounded below.

Vordessa stepped onto the central platform.

She wore a new body shaped from dark forge metal, leaner than the crown-body she had used at the glass crater. The heart shard she had carried east floated above one hand, red and hungry. Across from her stood a tall figure in robes made from layered seaweed and bone-white plates. Its face was hidden behind a mask of polished shell.

The Court’s Speaker.

”Midnight,” Orena said. ”That is when the sovereign claim auction begins.”

Austin Veyron opened the relay token. The line to Grand Meridian was faint but intact.

ELENA, he wrote. ENVOY BOX AT OSSUARY HARBOR. CLAIM THREAT. DO NOT OPEN ANY COURT SEAL. PREPARE INTERCEPT.

The reply came after a long flicker.

UNDERSTOOD. INLAND ENVOY TRACKED. CITY WILL HOLD.

Again, Grand Meridian was holding without him.

Orena led them down the ridge through a narrow bone-tide canal. At low tide, the channel formed a wet path beneath the harbor’s outer docks. Stacks of bleached skulls had been built into the seawall, their empty sockets facing the water.

”This is the least watched route,” Orena said. ”That does not mean safe.”

An abyssal inspector rose from the canal ahead.

It was a tall demon with translucent fins along its arms and black pearls embedded under blue-gray skin. A hooked staff rested in one hand. Behind it floated two bone-lantern drones, their flames glowing green.

”State tide purpose,” the inspector said.

Orena stepped forward. ”Wreck runners. Salvage rights on the north reef.”

The inspector’s dark eyes moved over the group. It paused on Nyra.

”Attunement residue,” it said. ”State source.”

Nyra lifted her chin. ”A broken forge artifact. I am carrying it by choice.”

The inspector’s staff angled toward her. ”Carriers with crown resonance enter under court custody.”

Veyra’s hand moved toward her blade.

Orena made a small warning gesture.

The inspector did not need to attack. It needed Nyra to agree to custody.

A green bone lantern drifted close to the heart shard. Its flame changed from green to red.

RECOGNIZED AS COURT ASSET, a voice whispered from the flame.

Austin Veyron felt the recognition clause attach to the air. It was not directed at Nyra alone. It was trying to make the court’s notice into ownership.

DEVOUR rose.

”Target,” he said. ”Recognition-as-asset clause. Nothing from the inspector or Nyra’s attunement.”

Veyra and Sable answered in low voices.

”Witnessed.”

Austin Veyron put two fingers into the green flame.

DEVOUR opened. The clause tasted like cold seawater and an iron chain. It carried the assumption that being seen by a stronger power made a person available to it.

RECOGNIZED AS COURT ASSET.

He consumed the claim.

The lantern’s flame went white.

The inspector recoiled. Its staff struck the canal floor. ”You altered court recognition.”

”No,” Austin Veyron said. ”I removed the ownership from it.”

The two bone lantern drones swung toward him. Rin’s arrow shattered the first. Veyra knocked the second into the canal with the flat of her sword. The inspector raised its hooked staff, but Orena caught the shaft with her spear.

”Wreck runners do not fight inspectors,” it hissed.

”Then stop trying to take my guide,” Nyra said.

The inspector looked at Nyra, then at the white light still fading from the lantern flame. For a moment, it seemed ready to call the harbor guard.

Instead, it stepped aside.

”Midnight auction will record this insult,” it said.

”Add it to the list,” Rin replied.

They entered Ossuary Harbor through the canal.

The streets were crowded with court delegates, masked brokers, bone-divers, and beings whose shapes Austin Veyron did not recognize. Every shop window displayed a different kind of claim: a black tide in a jar, a fortress key, a year without pain, a harbor charter signed in blood.

No one looked surprised by the forge-red glow coming from the central platform. It was, Austin Veyron realized, the kind of place where a burning sky counted as ordinary weather, and that unsettled him more than any single threat had. Fear the court could work with. Indifference meant the court had already won something here, long before Vordessa ever arrived with her shard.

At the edge of the auction square, the group found cover beneath a balcony made from whale ribs. Vordessa was still speaking with the Speaker. The heart shard between them pulsed in time with the black-and-red banner.

Sable listened to the wind carrying their voices. ℯℯ𝘭.

”Vordessa is offering the shard as proof she can root a claim beyond the coast,” she said. ”The Speaker wants something in return.”

”What?” Austin Veyron asked.

”The right to send a court envoy inland through Grand Meridian.”

The sealed box on the outer pier creaked as workers loaded it onto the black ship.

Orena’s expression went grim. ”The auction is not the only threat. If that box sails, the city gets a court claim even if Vordessa loses.”

Austin Veyron looked from the platform to the pier.

”Split roles,” he said. ”Rin and Orena secure the box route and find a way to delay the ship. Veyra, Sable, Nyra, and I stay near the auction. Vessa keeps the exit lines and the court rules clear.”

Nyra looked at the heart shard under her coat. ”I can feel Vordessa’s fragment calling this one.”

”Do you want to use it?” Austin Veyron asked.

”I want to stop it from making anyone else a key.”

”Then that is your role.”

Veyra checked the balcony’s edges one last time, counting exits the way she always did before a fight she had not fully chosen. Sable kept the crown shard low against her sleeve, watching the Speaker’s mask for any flicker that might signal the auction was already deciding things no one on the balcony could see. None of them spoke again until the bells started, and even then it was only a glance passed between them, the kind that had come to mean the same thing every time: stay together, name the target, do not let the court decide what any of this cost.

Midnight bells began to ring across the harbor.

On the central platform, the Speaker lifted a shell hammer.

”The sovereign claim auction will now begin,” it announced.

Vordessa smiled toward the crowd.

The Bone Coast held its breath.