"..Sit down. I will count you a story.. Read my mind..."
A story of Human, Witch and Immortal. Humans being the offspring of weaker gods. Witch being bastards of the same gods. Lastly, the Immortal. Child of Witch and Human. Incredible race that was long gone. Superior to both witch and human, Immortal is a sort of a King of Species.. And half a century ago, one was born. Last of her kind. A baby girl of the witch queen and my mother. It happened originating from an anomaly. I was born from an error in my mother's plan. So, now, I go wherever I want and No One can stop me. You found me in a cell, because it was the sole place that had men that could be killed. I accepted to come in the underworld, because I became interested in someone..
"Me..."
"So, you are not that dumb. You know how to think.. Yes. You tickle my mind. You, Shall, Last Witch Alive.. I still want to taste you, you know..."
"..you really are a monster..."
"To each their opinions.. I don't care if I die, Because I can't.. I don't care if I lose someone, Because I don't have anyone worthy of me. I do not fear, I am Fear.. And yet YOU, Shall, tickle my spirit..."
"...Why are you telling me that? I don't think you want the Underworld to know your secret.."
"I told you because I kill whoever know that secret... Goodbye!!"
Her head pops like confetti.
"Sorry, I killed the last witch.. But it was my mother's wish... I couldn't do otherwise..."
"It is your utmost right, Heir. I have come to bring you back.."
"Back? Ohh, underworld thing. About that.. I need to pop their heads too."
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.. All of them underworlders... It was long to have them bite the bait in the prison.. They were so wary of me. Well, it doesn't matter anymore. I will pop each of their heads and kill the Underworld like I promised my mother in just a matter of two days...