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I pulled my nails out, and she crumbled to the floor, her magic leaving her body and being sucked into my long nails that began to retract. By the time they were to their "normal" sharp length, the witch's body was nothing but black salt.
The other three were speechless and I sighed.
"Who's next?"
"You can't do this!" the witch before me had the audacity to scream - again. "This is murder!"
"Under the supernatural law for shifters and magic-users, any immunity between shifter and magic-user becomes invalid if one race decides to attack the other without written order, warrant, or permission from the High Court. Any witch that attacks a supernatural will not face consequences if ordered. If not and found guilty of attacking a supernatural of any type, they are ranked as murderers."
The rules were ones made centuries ago, and from their lack of knowledge, they were clearly not taught. It was obvious the Coven was using weaklings like these as cattle to do their dirty work.
"I can easily prove you attacked me first. Therefore, killing you isn't a sin I'll be carrying," I concluded, "it's self-defense."
Her eyes widened, but she was already screaming as black flames tore through her body and burned her into ash in five seconds flat. When she was a pile of ash on the floor, her magic rushed into my nails, and I admired their dangerous glow that pulsed with power.
"How dare you!" the one to my right snapped. "Stealing magic is forbidden!"
"It ain't stealing if you’re dead," I tossed back like it wasn't a big deal. "Why waste such precious magic that could go to my sleeping beauty when she's ready to destroy this Vile Queen of yours?"
"We know nothing!" she snapped.
I sighed and shook my head as my nail was now at her chin and lifting her head up enough for her to see my eyes of flaming red. "Really?" I inquired. "Funny. I never asked if you knew anything."
Her eyes widened at her obvious mistake, but I was becoming bored.
"Don't worry. I don't have time for torture. I want to snuggle with Willow tonight. Maybe she'll let me."
This witch clearly didn't understand what I was saying, but she was the next to scream shrilly as she fought to wiggle out of my rope’s hold. She looked down to see her legs were on fire, but these were normal flames that worked slowly to burn her flesh.
"This was how they used to execute witches to prove their innocence," I voiced like this was a casual conversation. "A shame, really. So many witches' magic lost to prove they were witches."
My nails were already doing their diligence in retrieving the magic energy from the screaming woman. The death was slow and agonizing compared to the other two, but maybe if she'd given me some information on this Vile Queen, I would have made things quick.
She screamed until her throat gave out and her lungs were the next to suffer the extent of my flames. I watched as her life was seeping out of her, and she boldly stared at me with immense hate.
Too bad it did nothing to me. It only made smiling easier as the flames danced across the lenses of my red orbs. She was gone before I knew it, her bones dropping to the floor as my rope disappeared.
That left the last one, but I knew her silence wasn't for nothing.
"Now, now. That's cheating, don't you think?" I asked as I felt the gun to my head that was held by the last witch. "You shouldn't be able to move."
"You're right," she hissed and I was sure tears were running down her cheeks. "You believe we'll let that fucking hybrid bitch be a part of our kind?"
"It's funny that's how you feel when one of the strongest and youngest witch hybrids is a member of the Coven Council now. Didn't you get the memo?"
"That hybrid misfit will never be one of us! She's an outcast and deserves to be discarded! She only got into that position because of money and her connection with that bitch! You hybrids don't follow tradition! You think because you're endangered and allowed to live because of your rarity that you can take our positions and rights! Let me tell you this before I send you to the fucking grave. Your psychotic bitch will never take our queen's rightful place. She worked her whole life for the role! No one will steal what is rightfully hers!"
"Blah. Blah. Blah."
My eyes widened at the monotone sound and I dared to take a step forward and swiftly turn around at the sense of tension that spiked through the air. The final witch's eyes were as wide as the others’ had been as their deaths approached.
The gun she carried was trembling with her entire arm, and she struggled to say anything as the hovering force of power thrummed behind her.
"Talk. Talk. Talk. Never doing the walking."
Willow stepped out from behind the woman, and I must have experienced heart palpitations because I couldn't define how fucking hot she looked at the moment. I could tell right away this wasn't "Willow." This was the psychotic switch that could have easily killed us way back in the forest after she'd been chased and injured.
I knew without a doubt that this was what Dimitris was worried about - my darkness being some sort of trigger for her mental state that would provoke this.
