Chapter 147: Not The Best Reinforcement
They ran away from them.
Agatha had been able to make a little army for herself. Poor innocent men who hadn't done anything to deserve this other than attempting to protect and aid the renegade Witch Queen. Unfortunately, for them, to learn the hard way that being close to someone such as September had serious consequences. The risk of getting hurt was awfully hurt and while the local men were still alive, they were now brainwashed, forcing to be devoted to a new person, to a new Queen. Agatha was their new Queen now.
Junk and September were running out of time. They had to run back to the cauldron prison and to demand help from the warden and the others. September was hovering in the air with her flying broomstick while the horned demon was down on the ground, in the street, running as fast as he possibly could. Unfortunately, for them, the cauldron prison was on the other side of town. They weren't going to be able to reach it in time. Since we were still in the middle of the day, Junk and September, often encountered other townspeople, men and women in the streets as they tried escaping. September and Junk warned everyone to go back inside of their homes. This was better for them. Naturally, witnessing a witch, flying above the houses in the air, and a Minotaur running, moving through the streets, faster than vehicles, was quite worrying to start with. People were not exactly scared of them, but they were worried that something awful was happening. If this was any other town in the Halloween Kingdom, for example: A more civilized region, people would have been criticizing and fearing the presence of the former Witch Queen, who had been turned into a criminal in the eye of a lot of people. But here, in this modest town, in this old town, most people still saw September Autumn as the one and only Witch Queen. So, nearly all of them carefully listened to her when she shouted at them to get back into their homes as fast as possible.
"Why are we running again?" the escaping demon asked.
"We have to keep our distances from her. She's dangerous."
"She's hot you mean!" the Minotaur couldn't see what what the most important thing at hand. While he hadn't been magically charmed as the group of local men had been earlier, (which was the case because he wasn't a mortal on the same level as these human people), he was still aroused by her and wishing he could be fucking her again, right this second. Having to bang her for the sake of rescuing his master was probably one of the best things ever for him. The fact that she was a dangerous woman that he had never met before, never faced before, made his dick intensely hard. And exactly as usual, the demon didn't want to run away from the action, he wished to stay and battle. Confronting the danger. Although, even for him, the sort of danger that they were forced to confront at this point was sort of heated and deeply twisted. With the innocent, townspeople having been brainwashed, this made the situation a lot more complicated. The demon didn't want to hurt these innocent, and brave, locale men, who were in full support of his Witch Queen. September, herself, naturally didn't want to see them getting hurt as well. They had to think of a new game plan. Making it back to the cauldron prison could most likely allow them to barricade in the establishment and to obtain the type of reinforcement they required.
"Is that the only thing you think about all the time?"
"Yup. Who is she supposed to be anyway?" the demon asked.
"Damn…" all of a sudden, the Autumn witch stopped moving forward in the air. She stopped in midair. She was looking straight. She frowned. Something was not working right.
"What? What's wrong?" he stopped as well, deeply confused.
"Where were you hearing to?" he heard her sensual and commanding voice again. The Minotaur turned his around and looked at the source of the voice, where September was staring at‒Agatha was standing tall on the rooftop of a house. She had her hands on the sides of her hips. She was looking at the Autumn witch, right into her eyes, as the two witches were on the same level in terms of height. Then, when Agatha turned her head and looked at the demon, who was down on the ground, she was looking down at him, Almost as if she was judging him. Dominating him.
"Isn't it enough that I was dethroned by you and the others, Agatha?" September directly asked her, confronting her.
"So, she's one of the conspirators?" Junk demanded to her.
"One of them? I am the biggest slut and conspirator you'll ever meet! Take them!" she said as she raised her right arm in the air and pointed it at the two criminals. Then, all of a sudden, appearing from behind her on the same rooftop as her, the group of mind washed men stepped forward, came out of her shadow. The men stood on the edge of the rooftop. Some of them were staring at the hovering Autumn witch, while some of them were staring at the Minotaur, down below. "Bring them to me!" Agatha commanded them to do. Then, in no time, all the brainwashed men jumped off the rooftop. Smoothly landed in the street down below. Looked up. They all focused on the horned demon first. They rushed at him. Surrounded him. Meanwhile, the two witches were still on the same height level as they directly stared at one another.
This was on.
"Your time as a renegade is terminated. You are done."
"Let's see about that…" September replied to the witch with the long, orange hair and the eye patch. "... Alright, Junk. We are going to have to fully commit and team-up together to make it out of this…"
"I'm listening…"