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The overhead lights flickered on as the day slowly melted into night. Veil City came awake at night, the streets filling with cars and Beings. The sound of honking horns and sirens was akin to an orchestra playing. The air wasn’t sweet, but a mix of iron and smog.
“The doctor is alive.”
She clicked her tongue turning away and walking to her club. Reaching a wall, she lifted her hand waving to the right. The brick wall melted like liquid, splattering onto the cement sidewalk. Entering, she didn’t check to ensure it was rebuilding itself. The club was fairly empty, as they were closed.
Walking along the long hallway, she felt her mind drift to the past. The days of when she’d been a weak little girl.
“Again.”
She released a cry of pain, as electricity shot through her body. Her eyes wide as tears fell, the pain was excruciating as if a thousand needles were pricking her skin at once. She pulled against the shackles, not feeling them as they cut into her skin.
The ominous light off bounced a set of monocles, as Dr. Clinger observed her through a glass wall. She hated him; he was the reason she was hurting. He was the reason; she didn’t have a family anymore. She clenched her teeth as she endured the pain until the man lifted his hand and suddenly her entire body went slack as the coarse energy was cut off.
The door to the tubular cell opened, “You are not taking on as much as an empty vessel should.”
It was all she could do not to pass out, as he came to a stop before her. She was chained high enough that he had to look up at her. And him, her master and owner. The one who tortured her and the others, until they couldn’t take anymore and were thrown away.
She could finally see his eyes, as he removed his glasses. Those icy blue eyes held no warmth or kindness. When he looked at her, he looked at her like she was a thing.
She felt something no person should ever feel, and that was her mortality.
Taking the stairs, she climbed them one at a time, hating herself for what she was about to do. She had sworn to others that their days of fighting were over they could live their lives as normal witches amongst the society of Veil City. That they could marry and live out their days amongst mortals far away from the magic that had destroyed their lives.
Stopping at the top step she looked ahead to two brown doors. In the expensive wood was a carving a demon snarling. Facing it now, Lanias felt amused at her own fantasy of her never having to come here.
She’d prayed every night that her sister and cousin could live in a world of their own making and chooses. Reaching the door she placed her hand on it. The thrum of magic vibrated through the thick wood.
“I thought we weren’t at this point yet.” A person said from behind her.
She stiffened, “I didn’t know you were here.”
“I saw you when I was driving into the alley,” Oye said walking up behind her. Her hands stuffed into her pockets. “Figured I’d follow behind you when I noticed how angry you looked.”
Half-turning, Lanias faced her, her expression grim. “Is it that bad?”
Oye smirked, “Yeah, it was pretty terrible.”
Turning away from her cousin, she said. “Sabina was taken like we thought.”
“Shit, how is she?”
“She’s fine,” Lanias answered, looking up. “But we’ve got a bigger problem.”
Oye’s asked, “And what’s that.”
“The witches dying, and exploding weren’t being killed by terrorist or witch haters,” She grabbed the handle of the door. “They are being magically altered by Dr. Clinger, he apparently didn’t die as we’d hoped.”
Oye didn’t say anything, but a soft mist erupted from behind Lanias.
“He’s working with the Unseelie it seems.” Lanias added, turning the handle. A loud sound of metal clicking filled the hallway. “I had hoped that we could deal with this issue without going to a more drastic measure, but—.”
Oye finished the thought for her, “If he’s still alive, then that means someone is stirring up old demons.”
“Yes,” Lanias confirmed.
The doors creaked as they finally opened, revealing a glowing purple light. A large orb floated in the center of an empty room, its glow interrupted by the serpents that encircled it, constantly turning and wrapping around it. Their scales a grey color. Four pillars of roots surrounded it below stood other females. Their eyes all turned to Lanias who stood in the doorway.
Oye walked up to her side placing a hand on her shoulder. “I guess we’re really going back to the good ol’ days.”
