Chapter 154: Solo Mission
The quest wasn't over.
In the middle of the night, there was a short devil that was running through the city. He was escaping. He was being chased by an unseen force. An invisible, mystic entity that was chasing after him. There was nowhere for him to run.
The short devil, or an imp, as it truly was the species of the creature, could barely keep it together. He kept stumbling all over objects left on the ground, junk, tree branches, (it was a city with trees in all the streets). The short demon was sweating like hell. He couldn't keep a straight line as he ran. The imp felt like he was about to die. His heart was pounding. He couldn't run anymore. He couldn't hide. There was a shadow, going after him in the streets. It was getting closer. It was near. The imp knew he wouldn't be able to run for far too long. If he didn't have a heart attack before he was caught, this would be a miracle. But honestly, with the way his heart was pounding, anything could happen at this point. Ultimately, the shadow came closer toward him and revealed itself: September Autumn. She slowly walked toward him in a dark and empty back alley. The imp's back hit the wall behind him.
He couldn't go anywhere now. He looked up at the Autumn witch, who was towering over him. He knew who she was. He knew what she was. And he knew that he no longer had much time to live in this world. She was the renegade witch, after all. The one who was being chased by the entire Halloween Kingdom.
"Where do you think you are going?" the witch asked him.
"Please… Don't…" the imp said to her, having trouble communicating his heart was beating, pounding so fast.
"Why did you run away? You have nothing to worry about with me," the Autumn witch smiled at him, slowly making her way closer and closer toward him. Seductively swaying her large and wide hips from side to side. She didn't have to hurry.
She knew that.
The rat was cornered. She knew that too. He couldn't run away. He couldn't get anywhere. He was hers. She couldn't wait to get her hands on him, even though she perfectly knew that there was need to hurry anything up. Soon, she'd be able to get what she wanted from him. The imp came down to his knees. He begged her for mercy. He begged her for his life.
Then, the witch stopped as she was now only a few feet away from him in the dark, back alley. She stood with both of her hands resting against her wide hips. Her magical, jack-o-lantern scepter was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't in her hands, and it wasn't in her back either. But to be fair, she didn't need her scepter. She already had her weapons. She already had her other weapons: Her big boobs.
They were jiggling up and down as she stood there. She didn't even have to move to make them move. The devilish imp continued begging. He was sitting down on his knees. His hands together. His fingers intertwined. This was, unfortunately, the end for him.
"I thought you had been killed… I thought Agatha would take you down…" the imp murmured to her, faced with the reality that she was indeed still alive and the assassination attempt, exercised by Agatha, had simply failed, even though it came close to being a success. Without Junk and Pepo, things would have been quite different. Team-work had managed to turn things around for the better, for Team September. But tonight, September was all by herself. It was only her and the devilish imp in this dark, back alley.
"You thought wrong. She didn't stand a chance. Okay. Give it up. Give it back to me," September told him. Asking for something.
"Give you what?" he replied to her, shrugging.
"Don't play dumb with me. I know you have. I detected it."
"You don't know anything. This is a bunch of bullshit!"
"The piece of cauldron. Give it to me. I know you have it."
"..." the imp didn't say anything else after that.
"What am I going to have to do to have you give it back to me?" she asked him, making one more step, toward him, causing her large breasts even more. The imp noticed them moving. Needless to say, that was more than enough to turn him on, to make him hard. Too bad, it was the end for him. Too bad, he was never going to come out of his back alley. If only he wasn't on the wrong side. But even during this intense moment, the imp still thought he was on the right side. The side of the new Witch Queen and The Trick-Or-Treating Orange Order. To him, it was still the safest side. Somehow.
"Are you going to let me hump you for a bit if I give it back to you?" he asked her, smiling quite a bit as he did so. Smiling with his sharp and crooked, devilish teeth. He'd die to have his way with her. As he would have been the case for nearly any men and monsters in the Halloween Kingdom. There was no doubt regarding that matter.
"I'd never let you fuck me. Let alone allow you to breed me. I perfectly know that this is exactly what you are wishing for."
"Okay… Okay… If I give you the piece, are you going to spare my life, then?" the imp asked her. This was the only thing that mattered at this point. His life. His miserable, little life.
"I will consider it," she told him.
"Alright… There you go," he took the piece out of his pocket and handed it to her. The fragment of the magical cauldron was glowing. Even more as he handed it to her and moved close to her. Coming back to mommy.
"Good, boy."
"Can I go now?"
"Sorry. You are not leaving."
"But you said that…"
"I say a lot of things…" she told him as she prevented him from leaving the back alley.