Fifty

After training that day, I invited Kabal over to my inner resting room to talk-- I had some questions for him. The little boy I rescued some weeks ago, now looks like a warrior. He's skilled and swift, that piqued my interest and now I'm ready to listen to him.

"Good day sire" he curtsized "you sent for me"

"Sit" he sat on a stool a distance away. "Tell me about you---I mean how you got here."

"I'm honored sire" he bowed. " i got here as a slave when the demons took over our part of the white coven. They were able to  get break our shield, cause they got the key. Some of us were killed, my uncle, the king and my father was killed. Though, i was still a toddler but my mother told me all i know about that day. We were forced to take the mark sire."

"You mean you're a witch" I never expected demons to be so naive... to the extent of harbouring witches, thinking enslaving them would make them quit fighting. Apparently, that has worked but not to all of them