Chapter 7: A Day In Darkness
"So, why do you need to collect souls again?" Junk asked the spell caster he followed as the young man was in his human form and not in his monster form for the first time since a little while now.
"This all goes into what I already told you, building a new army of monsters," she explained to him.
"But the soul you captured back there wasn't the soul of a monster, it was the soul of a human being who died."
"It can still be useful. Plus, by collecting it, it means that spirit won't be able to haunt this cabin anymore," she said.
"Not that this is such a big deal anyway. I won't be living there anymore since you guys came to me for this adventure," the overly excited April interrupted her.
"Oh, I still can't get over the fact of how cute and handsome your human form is!" April praised Junk's human form.
"Ugh… Thanks…" he didn't know what else to say to her.
"April, calm down a bit. I agree with you that he's handsome, but we need to focus on our mission at hand," the witch reminded her.\
"Right. Our adventure is crucial."
"This is not an adventure," the witch corrected April.
"But, of course, it is. We are going to have so much fun."
"We are?" the witch asked her, confused. Very calmed.
"Why is it still dark out?" Junk asked them.
"How do you mean, Junk?" April asked him.
"It has been hours and hours since nightfall. We rested at the cabin for long enough, yet, it's still completely dark outside," he mentioned to her.
"It makes even more sense now. You truly spent all your life in prison. I guess you didn't have any windows as well," the green-haired elf told him.
"What do you mean?" he asked her.
"It's always like that."
"Um?"
"It's always darker longer than it is bright."
"So, the day lasts less time than the night?"
"You got it!" April told him, jumping with excitement. Overjoyed that he all figured it out by himself. Sort of.
"I don't really care. I just didn't know," he said.
"I can see that. But it's fine. The more time you are going to spend with us. The more you are going to learn."
"He is not here, with us, to learn. He is here to do the dirty work, such as fighting. That's all."
"That sounds boring, girl," April said to her.
"I don't care if you think or if he thinks it's boring. I sought him out for that very reason. That's all," she said.
"Well, I think he could do a lot more than just battling and doing all your boring work. But I take on the fact that you mentioned that he was here to do some 'dirty' work because I fully embrace that side of things. The more dirty work he can do, especially on me, the better it is going to be," April was already getting excited about all the things they could do together. "I had a good time defeating the spirit earlier, but I still feel like a missed out on something 'big', if you know what I mean. I'm still not completely satisfied," the elf added as she continued walking with the beast and the witch.
"Wait a minute, what you just said, Witch Queen."
"Um?" she was listening to him but was confused with the fact that he was just catching up now to what she said earlier. She wasn't so surprised, but she could tell he was slow.
"You want me to be your fighter and worker. I mean, you still want me to be those things. Does that mean that I passed your test and that you are fully accepting me in your group?" the suddenly overjoyed young man asked the Witch Queen, concerned.
"Yes. That's exactly what it means, Junk," she told him.
"So, I no longer have to worry about having my soul stolen from me and getting rejected by you?" he asked her. Completely stern and straight. To the point. Even though his question was about possibly having his life threatened, he didn't let any weakness be heard or felt in his voice.
"Were you ever truly worried or scared about something like that?" the Witch Queen asked him.
"Heck no. I'm scared of nothing," he replied to her.
"Well, then, why ask me the question."
"I just want to make sure I keep my job and that you keep me nicely fuelled with your mana milk, so I can continue to live. That's all. That's all that matters to me in the end."
"You don't have to be worried about that," she replied.
"I'm not," he attempted to correct her. He was strong, and it was capital for him to make sure she thought the same thing about him. He didn't want to look weak. At any cost.
"Speaking of which, you should probably feed him more of your delicious mana milk, girl. He must be hungry."
"I wish I could, April. Not yet. This is not the good time, unfortunately."
"When is the good time, then? We are beginning our adventures. We are walking on the road of the kingdom. We are doing nothing else but walking. Look: Earlier, I want to have more sex with him. I want to satisfy his bestial's needs. We need to fix this. How about he fucks me while you feed him? Killing two birds with one stone. Only one stop required, as well," April plotted her way to get what she desired the most right now: Fucking.
"I'm into that idea," he agreed with her.
"Interesting. But no. We must keep travelling for now."
"One minute, one minute, how about I have Junk fucking me, and then he comes inside of me, making it the first time I ever get pregnant from him, therefore, beginning the entire breeding thingy-plan that you have in mind," April said.
The Witch Queen suddenly stopped as she was at the head of the formation of the group. She remained motionless for a short while before slowly turning around. Turning to them. She was still calmed. Still nonchalant. But she smiled.
"Now, would be a great time to begin this process, indeed. I see no reason to wait any longer for this," she said.
"Right?" April was so happy she finally accepted.
"Nice," the content man smirked.
"The soul collecting can wait later," the witch said.
"I have one question, witch," Junk asked her.
"Yes?"
"Do you know the name of the spirit you recently captured?" he asked her.
"Sure. It was Robert. Robert Burns Why?"
"I don't know. His face reminded me of someone. The way he looked. Maybe he was someone from my past life. I don't really know. Just a feeling."
"Interesting," the witch mentioned.
"So, Junk, are you happy to have become our first and only semen-donor ever?" April adorably chuckled.
"I am? I mean, that's my new title or something?" he asked her.
"Junk. You are my semen-donor."
"It's an honor. Thank you so much. But I do have a question for you, Witch Queen, though…"
"Yes? What is it?" the Witch Queen asked him.
"I want you to tell me your name," the young man asked of her.
"Why do you want to know my name so much?"
"I just want to know."
"I can tell you her name. I've known her for a while now," April said to him.
"This not about that. I don't care if he knows my name. It's just so strange that this appears to be important to him," The Witch Queen said to him. It wasn't about making fun of him or belittling him, but she never met anyone who cared about learning her name so much. She found it so interesting.
"You're the prettiest woman I've ever met with, April, I need to know your name," Junk said to his Witch Queen.
"September Autumn," a distant voice was heard.
"What is it this time?" the witch turned her head to notice that the party of three adventurers had now been followed by a group of three mercenaries. Three other rogue trick-or-treaters of the same kind as the one wearing the skeleton suit who attacked them yesterday. The three mercenaries were wearing different costumes. One of them was wearing a zombie suit. One of them wore a butcher's outfit with bloody bandages all over his face. And the third one, the one who just spoke to the witch and said her name out loud, finally fully revealing it to the young man was wearing vampire clothes, including a black and red cape, a prestigious royal-looking outfit and white, pale make up for his face.
"A zombie, a butcher, and a vampire. How interesting?" April said, getting excited to see so many people all of a sudden. So many friends, as she already thought of them for some reason.
"Oh, come on, witch, you are not surprised to see us here. You are the ex-Witch Queen, after all. You already knew of our presence. Right?" the trick-or-treater dressed as a vampire told her.
"Of course, I knew," September simply responded.
"So, she is the one who killed my brother?" the mercenary with the zombie outfit asked the vampire.
"I believe so."
"What a bitch," the third one, the butcher, yelled out.
"Are you referring to the punk who attacked us yesterday?"
"The punk?" the vampire said.
"She dares speak of my brother in that way," the zombie grunted.
"Well, he's the one who attacked us. He tried capturing my witch's soul. Not that he had any real chance to do it, to begin with," she explained as she placed the palms of her hands over her wide and sensual hips.
"You are going to pay for this," the one with the butcher outfit said to her.
"But I'm not the one who killed him, if that's what you are thinking."
"What? Who did then?" the zombie trick-or-treater asked her.
"He did," she pointed at her new number one guy, Junk. However, he was not in his beast form, so he didn't come across as strong and intimidating-enough to battle anyone in his real form. "I would never do such dirty work myself," she added.
"Then, if this is the case, you are all going to die tonight. The three of you are responsible," the vampire announced to them.
"What are you talking about? I wasn't even with them really yesterday," April fought for her innocence, yet, it didn't do any good. They didn't believe anything she said.
"It's unfortunate, but you are going to have to murder them all, Junk," September said to him.
"In exchange for more mana milk, this is going to be my pleasure, my Queen," he immediately accepted the task.
"I like hearing you speak in such a manner," she replied to him.
"This is such a bummer. We were just about to take a hiking break, and I was about to have sex with him," April lowered her head in disappointment.
"It's going to have to wait two seconds," Junk reassured her that it was still going to happen afterward.
"Okay…" she was still very much so disappointed.
"Alright, guys, we can do this," the zombie said to the two other trick-or-treaters as they readied their weapons, swords, axes, and spears and came running at them.
They ran at the short young man first, of course.
Undervaluing him.
Thinking they could kill him in one strike.
They stormed at him.
"It's time, Junk," September announced to him.
"You can do it," April cheered for me.
"Okay… It better worked… I need to transform now…" he mentioned to himself.
"How do I transform again?"
…
Poof!
The three mercenaries rushed at him and right before they could attack him, the young man ultimately transformed into his demonic and bestial form!
The boy was gone.
The monster had arrived.
Without them even understanding what was happening to them, Junk punched the first one in the face, the vampire. Destroyed his skull in one punch. Then, he lowered his head, so the butcher received one of his horns in his neck as he came running at him, much too fast for his own good. After receiving one horn in his neck, the other missed his shoulder to the side. Still, he was dead. There was then only one more goon to finish off. The brother of the one who attacked them yesterday while the Minotaur was still dying on the side of the road before The Witch Queen tracked him and found him. The one with the zombie outfit. He stopped running when he saw his two friends dead on arrival. He accidentally fell down. He was scared. Junk removed the butcher from being impaled on his horn.
The beast and the zombie trick-or-treater stared at one another. Junk waited for him to come to him. Instead, after a long silence, he got up and ran away. He ran away for his life.
"I don't want to die!" he screamed as he escaped.
"Do you wish me to go after him?" Junk asked the witch.
"No. It doesn't matter if he lives or not, and I prefer knowing he's still alive, thinking about his dead brother and buddies."
"Very well."
"So, you're all done now?" April asked, no longer disappointed. She was excited again.
"It appears to be the case," he said to her.
"Calm down, you two," September said to them."
"What?" April asked her.
"We are almost there. There is no need in having him impregnate you on the side of the road.
"But that's what I want," she replied to her.
"Me too," Junk admitted.
As the three of them were caught in this argument, The Witch Queen couldn't stop to think and feel like there was something much more dangerous lurking around.
Following them.
Something much darker.