Chapter 146: The Rose
Brave men appeared behind the witch with the long, orange hair.
The reinforcement had arrived, but it wasn't the warden nor the other people working at the cauldron prison that came to help, it was the locals. The inhabitants of this little town. They surrounded the eye patch woman and swung shovels and spade forks at her. One of the courageous men was able to hit her in the back with an old, rusted shovel, but the others sadly missed her as she quickly moved out of her way, somehow, sliding on the ground and escaping them. The Autumn witch was still hovering in the air with her flying broomstick after being freed by her demon knight.
"I appreciate the help, but you are not going to be able to stop her. Go back to your homes! All of you!" September barked at them. Shouting at them, commanding to run away, protecting their own lives, but they wouldn't listen. They wished to help her.
"Look at how she's barking at you… I would never do something like that to any of you. You know that, right?" the witch with the long orange hair and the eye patch addressed herself to the five local men, who recently ganged up on her. She stood there, as she was surrounded by all of them. She was enticing and charming them with her soothing and silky and sexy voice. She was slowly, but surely seducing them, as September and Junk were sort of separated from the group since they were on the other side of the street at this point.
The two had already planned on escaping and leaving everything behind before the five men came. The Autumn witch and her demon were so preoccupied in trying to save themselves, that they didn't think that they were going to have to rescue other people, especially since there was no one in the street for so long after the arrival of the witch from The Orange Order. September still hovered above the horned knight as she was debating to stay to protect them or not. Whatever she was going to do at this point, the five men in the street, supporters of the Autumn witch, knew that they were not going to leave until the woman with the orange hair had been dealt with accordingly.
"Look, lady. We are in favor of the one, true, Witch Queen around here, so fuck off and leave her alone. Okay?" the man with the rusted shovel who had successfully able to hit in the back told her.
"I am not kidding! Get away from here! She is going to hurt you! You won't be able to make her leave like that!" September said.
"That's not true. I am going to leave. As soon as I am done with my little business here. And then, when I am done with what I am supposed to accomplish in this town, which is to question this renegade witch. She is dangerous. I also need to speak to her. I'm sure you wouldn't want your little town to be in danger. Right?" Agatha continued speaking to the five men who were surrounded her. Her voice slowly became more and more sexual. She was enticing them to come more and more to her side. Something that was more or less bound to happen at this point, as they lowered their 'weapons' they continued listening to her. Then, once she knew for a fact that she had them in the palm of her hand… As they either were gazing at her voluptuous body, staring at both of her exposed, naked, big tits, or listening to her slutty voice, she moved on to the next step.
Agatha slowly slid her right hand across her body, making it slide across her big tits, then, up her neck, across her face, finally reaching her eye patch. She lifted her eye patch and revealed to the five men what was hiding underneath of it. Under it, instead of having an eye or a dead eye, she had something entirely different, hiding, waiting. Instead of an eye under the eye patch, there was a flower. A flower was hidden in plain sight. A rose. An unusual, orange-colored rose. The five men observed this revelation in awe. Not understanding why there was a flower, hidden under the eye patch, but so involved, and enticed by this woman that they didn't question it too much. The pedicle of the flower was digging deep into her dead eyes, while the colorful head of the rose was covering a huge portion of her face. Making her pretty face even prettier. Nice and easy, the witch with the long, orange hair harvested the rose in her eyes and picked it. Removed it from her face and held it in the palm of her right hand while she recovered her dead eye with the eye patch. She then presented the recently harvested orange rose to the five men. Agatha handed it to them. The local men didn't know what to make of it at first. They all waited. Stared at the rose in admiration.
"Don't touch the rose! Don't look at it!" September shouted.
"What is she doing to them? It's so weird…" Junk said.
"We should probably leave. We have to go now," she mentioned to her demon knight. She turned her back on them.
"But we can't leave them them alone with her. They helped us And they are supporting you as the true Witch Queen. Did you already forget about that?" the Minotaur questioned her.
"I didn't forget, but…" the Autumn witch looked down.
"... But what?" the horned demon knight interrogated her.
"..." she was about to reply with something when, all of a sudden, Agatha, turned around, so did the five, local men. They turned to September and Junk, revealing to them that they now had glowing orange eyes. They had changed ever since they had been in close contact with Agatha and that she showed them her orange rose. The five men slowly walked forth. Staring at September and Junk.
"September. What are they doing? Hey, are you alright, fellas? What has she done to you?" Junk asked the men.
Then, all of a sudden, they began sprinting into their direction. Going after the demon and the witch.
Meanwhile, Agatha lifted her eye patch up again and re-inserted the orange rose underneath it.
Where it belonged.