Death. The stench still carried on the wind as they escorted Karmina through the village. Or what she left of it. Blood stained the dirt roads. Broken glass scattered the streets. Scorch marks remained from the fires that danced that night. Eyes stared from behind darkened windows. She didn't need to look to feel their hatred towards her. A sliver of her felt remorse. The death of her brothers and sisters pained her, but it was a numbing pain. Barely existent. The Dark Magic that coursed through her veins pulsed with life. Even as the Holy Magic restrained her from using it, it didn't stop the sinister feeling that coiled through her being. Most of all, she felt pride. She was proud of her accomplishment of Death Magic. Pride for being the only Witch in existence to achieve such a feat. Relishing in pride that many fear her. It fueled her and her Magic. As they moved her away from the village and into a field, her heart stopped in her throat. A pyre stood in the middle of the brown

There was a shift in the air. A scent of brimstone and sulfur. The smell burned his nose. Irritated him. "Aiden?" Amira called his name. He glanced over at her as she stopped beside him. "What is it? Do you sense something?" Her snow white hair draped over her shoulder as she leaned down to him. Something is here. Something that smells of Hell. He stomped the ground with his paw as he turned his nose to the wind. Aiden lowered himself slightly to the ground. Amira climbed up onto his back and he let his nose guide him. He bounded through the forest that was now his hunting grounds for himself and his people. His home. "Should I call Dante and Willow? Do you think we need back-up?" She asked him, but he tossed his head. Not until we get a closer look. Have your gun ready. "You don't have to tell me twice."---------- Dante sipped from his tea as he gazed out over the lake. The light breeze created tiny waves to crash against the small pebbles of the lakebed. He sat back in his