House of Witches.
Inside the deepest room… A ceremony was in progress.
Marinda stood before a sacrificial altar beneath which a large magic circle was drawn with blood. On each point, human and monster skulls were placed.
Behind Marinda were seven men, covered in monster’s blood and weeping. Each held a human skull.
“Please… Let me go. I won’t steal again. I did it for my children. We’re dying of hunger,” one man cried.
“Oi, you noble wench. Release meee! I’ll report you to the king. Let me goo,” another man shouted.
“Ugh, I wish I could kill them right now,” a girl around 19 with red hair, purple eyes, and a prominent figure remarked, her expression full of disdain.
“We will eventually kill them, don’t fret,” Marinda said, standing beside her.
“So, I am the leader of the witch house, huh? Felishia Grey, leader of the witches,” the girl mused.
“Don’t act overly clever and never forget your purpose. Tell me, what’s your goal?” Marinda inquired sternly.
“To avenge your reputation and eliminate Anon Agreil at any cost. I get it; you’ve been drilling this into me since I arrived,” Felishia responded.
“Because I want it ingrained in you as long as you’re alive. I was humiliated by that man in front of the entire realm, across the seven continents. The kingdom’s knights ridiculed me. That King Arthur, he laughed too. That Anon bastard forced me to utter words that shattered my self-esteem countless times; you can’t even fathom it.
I want to see his head in your hands,” Marinda spoke, her face contorted in anger.
“Yes, yes, whatever. Can we hurry this up? I have a date with my boyfriend,” Felishia remarked nonchalantly.
“We need to wait for another 8 minutes until the moon reaches the proper position. Once it aligns with the sun… we’ll commence the crowning ceremony,” an old witch, standing on the other side of the altar, explained.
Her hair cascaded down to her legs, and her long nails matched. She sported a pointy hat, and one of her red eyes glanced through her lengthy locks every few seconds.
Her age was indeterminable, and a foul odor emanated from her body.
“So, Mom… Why did you choose me over all our siblings and brother Jake?” Felishia queried.
“Well, because you know how to fight and outwit opponents. You’re ruthless and at times, emotionless.
You’re the smartest among my kids after Jake… That’s why,” Marinda clarified.
“Why not make Jake the family leader then, if he’s so talented?” Felishia questioned.
“You’re aware of why I can’t do that,” Marinda retorted, annoyance in her expression.
“Yeah, yeah… because the leader of the witch household can’t be male,” Felishia recalled.
“Be a competent leader and safeguard the women of our house. They have high expectations for us,” Marinda instructed.
“The moon is in position… We should initiate the ceremony,” the old witch declared.
“Let’s begin,” Marinda affirmed, stepping away from the altar.
“Girl, sit on the altar and close your eyes,” the old witch commanded Felishia.
“Yes, Grandma,” Felishia complied, promptly taking her place on the altar.
“Remove your clothes…” The witch directed.
“Is that truly necessary?” Felishia questioned.
“Just obey her instructions,” Marinda ordered.
“Fine… As you command, Family Leader,” Felishia acquiesced, disrobing and assuming her place on the altar, completely bare.
“Now, Marinda… Hand it to me,” the old witch said, extending her hand toward Marinda.
“Sure… Here,” Marinda responded, conjuring a golden box in her hand and slowly opening it.
As the box opened, it revealed a grey wand adorned with seven gems. ．
Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, White, Black.
“Oh my, how many years since I last laid eyes on it? It still exudes the same aura. The Philosopher’s Wand,” the old witch murmured, carefully picking up the wand with her elongated nails.
After examining it, she placed the wand beside Felishia.
“Now… The first gem, the Red’s Anger,” the old witch announced, focusing on the man who had been shouting moments earlier.
She grabbed an empty glass test tube and approached the angry man. Using her nails, she scratched her stomach and collected the blood that oozed.
“Oi, what in the world are you doing, you witch? Stay away from me… ouch… son of a bitch,” the man exclaimed in fury.
“Hehehe… Let’s see,” the old witch said, returning to the altar and dropping two drops of the man’s blood onto the Red gem.
Suddenly, it began to glow, and the man’s eyes turned white as the skull he held disintegrated.
He levitated and floated above Felishia.
Subsequently, blood started pouring out of his body, and within moments, his lifeless body was suspended in the air. A large ball of blood floated over Felishia’s head.
“Release,” the old witch commanded, and the blood cascaded down over Felishia.
The red stone on the wand shimmered brilliantly for a moment before returning to normal.
“HOHOHO… This ritual is still enjoyable,” the old witch cackled maniacally.
“Just expedite it, Selena. Only 3 minutes before the moon shifts,” Marinda reminded.
“Oh, yes, yes…” Selena replied. She repeated the procedure with each man, more or less.
After the last man had perished, she addressed them…
“You may open your eyes now, but do not move from the altar.” The old witch directed Felishia.
Felishia opened her eyes, observing a connection between her and the wand beside her.
“Do you accept to assume leadership of the witch household, replacing its previous leader, Marinda?” the old witch questioned Felishia.
“I do,” Felishia affirmed solemnly.
“I now pronounce you the official leader of the witch household. May the Philosopher’s Wand safeguard you. Unleash this wand only when you absolutely need it, in life and death situations,” the old witch intoned.
“Yes.”
Knock-knock-knock
A knock suddenly echoed from the room’s door.
“Yes?” Marinda answered, her voice sharp.
“Madam, your carriage is ready,” a female knight’s voice came from outside.
“I’m coming,” Marinda replied.
“I’m leaving… Bye.” Marinda departed, heading towards the exit.
“Enjoy your night, have tons of mind blowing sex.” Felishia teased with a smile.
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