Chapter seven

Chapter seven

"I cannot believe it," Sam had his mouth agape while he let his eyes ravish the view of the Kingdom, "It is Decresh right before our very eyes."

It was solid and beautiful…Razia would give it that. But then that was not why she'd decided to come here, was it.

Her feet began rounding the path leading to the empire's gates.

Maybe if she wasn't as reserved as she was, she might have expressed the elation building in her chest like he did.

Night had fallen with its usual darkness, providing a more comfortable vibe while they traded the market paths.

Except for a few guards on patrol duty, no other soul scurried about. A fact that strangely calmed Razia.

Most likely because right now, she felt the sadistic part of her take charge slowly. The regular feeling to kill something…anything!

She stopped in her tracks and looked down at her hands, shivering and praying because this was the worst time for her trance to take control.

Sam came to a halt when he felt himself walking alone for a while. Turning around, there was his youngest sister, bound to a spot in a manner sadly familiar to him.

"No Razia, not now please," he stuttered, narrowing his gaze pleadingly, as much as he knew it wasn't going to work.

The images she'd come to be accustomed to flashed through her mind once again. Images of what exactly she was; a ruthless cold-blooded demon cursed just to destroy. And that was one part she found herself obeying against her will.

The thought brought about the greying of her hair to the shimmering silk of silver, and the glow of her eyes in the brightest of white.

Her brother had begun to take slow steps backwards, his head still nodding reassuringly as he sobbed, "Sister if you're still in there, you have to fight it. We aren't home any longer!"

"What in the holy name of…" came a voice from the east of him. The night patrol guards stood with shaky limbs, their gazes falling on the witch like creature with hair like the moon.

Kill them…

The voice in her head kept telling her. Oh if only she wasn't just a pawn to it.

Razia drew water from surrounding barrels in its usual snake like tendrils, except this time she didn't freeze it.

Her hands kept on moving in coordination, and in unison, the tendrils of water joined to form a whole new sphere, hanging in air for the next order.

A long drag of suspense followed, with Sam's heart reaching his mouth while he gawked. And the guards…well let's just say they were partly too afraid and partly wanting to know what would happen next.

But Razia didn't give a warning before she attacked.

Suddenly, a gesture of her hands made the water part and engulf one of them into its drowning misery.

Others still watched…

The fluid with the soldier in it rose to a height of no man's reach, encompassing him within it.

And after endless struggling to swim out of the water that kept on moving with him, he was dropped onto the floor below, wet and dead.

"Kill her!" Was the voice from one who'd finally chosen to stop watching, pulling his sword out to lead the notion.

All the witchy creature did was grin wickedly and watch them approach her.

But then, Sam came to stand before her and took up a pose of defense. "No! Do not hurt her," he said. "It is very unfortunate he's dead but I swear to you, she has not the slightest idea of what she is doing. It's some spell!"

Razia shoved him aside with a push, refocusing on the uniformed men. She grinned again, and this time, they were fangs!

The water demon froze water into an ice sword, longer than normal with a tip sharper than any man had ever seen.

After she drew one claw down the length of her blade, she pounced at her offenders.

Sam had smartly walked back while the smackdown happened.

From the looks of what he was seeing, one wouldn't really call it a fight. It was more of a white haired demon stabbing a dozen guards with effortless grace and speed.

And somehow, whenever she put her sword through a man, he froze to a solid mass, just before she'd break him, pull out her blade… and go for another.

As he'd put it…effortless.

He wouldn't lie; deep down somewhere in his tiny wicked side, he was enjoying the show.

Oh God forgive him…innocent people were dying here!

But maybe he could just watch it for a little while longer.

He never stopped enjoying it until the twelve men were down to ice…quite literally.

Not because the show was over, well partially. But because he was the new target.

Razia turned to him slowly, flashing eyes and teeth that were highly above normal. With her sword flinging in one loose grip, she began to move.

But then…

The trance dispersed suddenly. As always, after a damage had been done. The silver streak in her hair retreated to display the normal ebony strands, and her eyes were human again. Hazel and afraid.

She looked around her, partly at the people she'd killed and mostly at the new numerous badge of soldiers that had just surrounded them from nowhere.

These ones were threatening enough to make them raise their hands in the air in surrender.

***

Nobody really knew what they were.

But then there was no time to make out there identity.

All they saw were streaks of smoke that dashed around with a speed so impossible that the source was never seen. But when it dashed towards you, it let out a red torch that turned you to ember before you knew it.

And they were too many of them, dashing around and smouldering the residents of the small town even as they strived to run.

At some point, a set of smoky streaks stopped moving, and its form was finally made out.

A skinny, ebony wolf with blood red eyes and teeth that jabbed out of its mouth to touch its jaws. It was antichrist.

Watching the scene of the massacre from not so far away were their masters.

Ozii,Djinn of thunder, seated upon his caramel brown horse, let his eyes study of the village for the umpteenth time. For no other reason but the sense of joy and satisfaction he felt when mortals were ended as easily as they were formed.

Their mere existence was like fire in his soul. But he would get rid of them…one by one, along with his allies…and of course a little credit to their wolves.

Lothaire had reincarnated, so what?

Djinn or no djinn, he was going to end his life like it was before and make sure it stayed that way.

Not that he thought one immortal against his plan would ruin everything. But because with the existence of Lothaire…Abraham, either way, that tiny possibility still existed.