The man lifted up a potion bottle in his hand that looked empty from afar, but Kione could make out the tiny bit of purple liquid inside the bottle.
Fraser walked towards him as he said, "This was the only potion found during the investigation. And I found that it does contain some element of the spiking weed that the witches are particularly fond of these days."
Kione hummed while listening to the man inform him of the case details. "How long were they dead with their hearts still beating? I noticed that there was no heartbeat coming from them when I walked in." He nodded in the direction of the two children, compelling Fraser's eyes to shift to the dead bodies.
He walked to the side of the table to look at the bodies. "Yes, they stopped beating an hour after they were brought to the council." He met Kione's flat stare before saying, "Five hours from their deaths to the council." A calculating expression plastered to his face.
"Has the witch been captured?" His ear perked up, catching a faint sound in the air. His currant-red eyes discreetly roamed the room.
"Not yet, Master Kione." Replied Fraser.
"I will send Craig to deliver you an instruction to carry out later, but for now, make sure no one comes into here." He ordered.
The doctor bowed politely as Kione turned around to leave. "Yes sire."
He continued outside in the corridor, heading for the council building exit. Outside, Craig came out from a corner and joined him while playing with a leaf branch in his hand.
Looking up at his master, Craig inquired, "Are you not going to attend the council meeting before leaving?"
"No," he answered plainly.
"But Master Kione—"
"What is it, Craig? You are relieved from work today, and stop following me now."
"Mr. Hurley is going to rip me apart." Cried the man in desperation.
Kione halted and turned his gaze to his subordinate, who at this point wanted to hide somewhere away from his master because the eyes focused on him held a calm—a dangerous calm he knew too well.
He stared at his hand for a moment and uttered, "It's been a while since I made a kill, don't you think?" meeting Craig's rounded eyes with a crazy glint in his eyes. "Pick wisely." He taunted with a callous baritone.
People knew not to mess with a psychotic person like Kione, who could appear normal until he let the screws to his head fall off whenever he felt like it. Though it seemed like his original words were just to scare Craig, he wasn't joking about it.
At this point, his hands needed to be tainted with someone's blood, their heart in his hand, and his fangs a fine color of red.
"I-I Wo-Would just let him know then." He said frantically and left without another word.
Kione watched Craig make his way back to the council building; his tongue ran over his fangs before leaving the council grounds. He strolled into the woods some distance away from the council, only stopping when he reached a tree.
Leaning into the tree, he placed a stick of cigar between his lips and lit it before taking a drag from it.
A few moments later, the snapping sound of a twig was heard, and Kione could already make out the enhancing footsteps.
"Look who we have here. The most wanted witch at the moment." He hissed.
The lady, who had just stepped out of a hidden cave in the forest, snapped her head to look at Kione. She was covered all over with a black dress, with a black scarf covering her head and part of her face. A leather bag with long straps hanging over her shoulder.
"The infamous Kione Reign we finally meet. What do you want?" She snarled back, taking slow steps backward that were not oblivious to the vampire in front of her.
"Your head. Is that something you can offer?" His eyes held mockery for the creature. Kione threw the cigar to the ground and stamped on it with his shoe.
He pushed himself away from the tree with ease, stalking her and watching her face crumple to its true form. Her pupils turned into slits, her nails elongated, and her face became disfigured, with breaks and cracks appearing on her skin.
"How did you find me?" She watched him skeptically. She was sure that she had taken precautionary measures by concealing herself.
He clicked his tongue. "You are evading the question. Is your head something you can offer?" He repeated, making it sound like she was dumb.
Her clawed hands reached inside the bag, and in the next second, countless tiny needles were thrown at Kione while she made for the run, but Kione had already seen through her deceit.
She only made it a little distance before her back was roughly pushed to hit a nearby tree, and the vampire earned a painful groan from her. His long fingers wrapped around her frail neck, it would just take him a light twist to kill her, but not yet.
"Tell me, how did you get eyes into the council?" When Kione was looking at the bodies and listening to Fraser's report, he sensed that someone was watching them.
Jagged teeth came into sight as the witch tried to catch her breath through her mouth. Her slit eyes glared at the vampire, somehow wondering how he knew she was in the council.
The council is surrounded by some sort of hallowed ground. One which the witches and their likes cannot step on, and neither can they get access to the inside of the council with their tools, rituals, or spells unless there is an insider or unless they are dead or held in the council dungeon.
But either way, they are useless and powerless in there.
In an attempt to free herself, the straps of her bag slipped down her shoulder, and the bag hit the ground with a thick thud. Rolling out of the leather bag was a crystal ball.
"A crystal ball, huh?" He nodded appreciatively and said, "Let me relieve you for a while so you can reflect on your sins."
"Wai—"
Before she could complete her protest, Kione snapped his middle and index fingers together. The witch fell to the ground, unconscious. Seeing this, he walked towards the bag to inspect its contents.