23

M̸ericel

I stirred the purple liquid in the huge cauldron, cackling when the clear vision of Ares and Rue replaces the purple liquid.

I start to speak in tongues and one of  my trusted birds, Liphanel teleports unto my shoulders. He lets out a cry, flapping his wings.

My eyes set back to the cauldron where I could clearly see the two enemies. My head tilted as I studied them and my long black nails tapped unto the long wooden spoon.

They were bathing in the stream both naked. My eyes narrow as I watch Ares push his finger inside his wound and start to remove some of the liquid toxin.

He lifts his head to stare at Rue and speaks but unfortunately the spell I casted would not allow me to hear.

I hum. Why were they not trying to kill each other?

I turn to the crow on my shoulder."Liphanel let us