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CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO: A TALE OF FOUR WITCHES
Once upon a time, there lived a powerful witch, with magic as powerful as time itself and a beauty that was beyond this world. Unable to completely break free of the psychological shackles that had bound her as a witchling, she chose to dwell in a cave, isolated from the rest of her kind. Perhaps, it was a good decision, for everyone else feared her as much as she feared herself, or even more. As they say, out of sight is out of mind. And thus, she was gradually forgotten.
She had a rather queer relationship with her sister, for they were not friends, but they could not be said to be enemies either. They were as different as lard and cheese, yet they could trust each other a pinch.
The horns of war beckoned once more, and her sister, alongside many other powerful witches and wizards, joined in the battle for supremacy against the spawns of Hell. This time, however, she was left with the last child of her sister, a witchling that had barely lived up to half a century.
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One became the High Witch, and the other is widely known as the Jade Witch. Two sisters with the ancient bloodline running in their veins.”At this revelation, everyone is shocked, and the sight of their eyes bulging like they are about to be ejected from their sockets gives the High Witch a twisted sense of joy. Now you know how it feels to be ‘shocked senseless’. You haven’t heard anything yet. By the time I am done with you, you will have to pick up those eyeballs, along with your jaws, from the floor before I end you.“Now, tell me,” Estelle cocked her head to the side, like a doctor trying to explain something simple to a mentally challenged individual, “why I would fear the likes of you. If not for her intervention, would you still be alive to spout nonsense?”Estelle does not need to categorically mention the ‘her’ in this context. Everyone knows that the only witch who wields power over
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The slaughter formation is triggered, and it reaps the lives of the opposition without delay.As the formation drains the blood from the witches, screams of varying pitches and intensities rend the air. The High Witch makes sure to seal the entire room within a bubble that prevents sound from escaping to the surroundings. Even though the office of the High Witch is in a secluded place, it is better to take no chances with something like this.The screams are a queer melody to Estelle’s ears, as she revels in their suffering. Finally, she can be at ease, knowing that there is one less hidden knife capable of stabbing her in the back. The opposition has overstayed their welcome; they have become a parasite that needs to be flushed out as quickly as possible.The redhead witch dies with her eyes opened, full of hate and loathing. Such venomous eyes would scare most people, but it only adds to the beauty of the pictures formed in her mind, the mental images sh
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The rest interpret her shudder as a sign of disgust for the demons and they burst into raucous laughter. “Do you all think this is funny? There is a possible threat to the peace we currently enjoy and you can still cackle like old hags?” Sandara asks, stupefied at their actions.“Don’t insult our intelligence, Sandra,” Herschey, the Silver Witch of the West remarks. Sandara simply rolls her eyes at the witch’s intentional mispronunciation of her name. She is too smart to be drawn in by such taunts.“Pray to tell me, o shrew, how I insulted your intelligence,” she responds, looking the witch in the eye. “Why, you!” Herschey exclaims, rising up in anger. “Remember that attacking a fellow council member is expressly forbidden,” Evanora, the Silver Witch of the East chips in. “But she provoked me first!” “She did not attack you, Witch of the West. Restrain yourself and maintain some s
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Klade cannot believe his ears. He did not see this one coming. Even if his ancestor is joking with him, his eyes and super senses cannot deny the blatant truth. This young demon, who could be mistaken for a human, albeit a very handsome one, is none other than the rumored scion of Pride, his beloved ancestor.If demons believed in luck, he would be congratulating himself for having Mother Luck look upon him with favor. But demons detest anything that has to do with luck, more especially the demons of Pride. Acknowledging luck in any way goes against their core beliefs. A dissonance in their core beliefs can totally disrupt their essence and cause severe harm to their True Souls.Unlike other Sins, Pride kept his scion hidden, for reasons best known to him. Thus, everyone knows that he has a son. Nothing more. Klade concludes that the rumors flying around did the young demon a grave injustice. “He is healthy. His life force seems average, but his aura is not any w
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