the demon exclaimed loudly and with feeling. "wiccy!" — @abyssalgum
Wicander closed his eyes, breathed in, and exhaled slowly. His grandmother had called him Wicky moments before she'd broken his entire worldview. The ground beneath his feet seemed to lurch. Be patient with her, he thought. Walk in the Light, and she will follow. But the Light was a farce, at least, according to his grandmother and everyone else in his life, including Tyranny. He looked at her as he clenched his jaw and squeezed the top of his ornate cane.
❝ Tyranny, ❞ he returned her boisterous greeting, his voice betraying how unsteady he felt in the wake of his world turning upside down. ❝ If it's all the same to you, I still prefer 'Your Radiance.' ❞ He cleared his throat and straightened his posture. ❝ At least for now. ❞