Chapter 7 - Doubts & Darkness

The air hung heavy with tension as Aria and Sasha stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Finally, Aria looked down, her shoulders sagging. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I was afraid, and I made a mistake." Sasha regarded her for a moment, her expression unreadable.

"I forgive you," she said, her voice softening. "But you must understand that trust is something that must be earned." With those words, the tension began to dissipate, and she was able to breathe again.

As Sasha, Athena, and Aria set out on their journey, they knew that the road ahead would be difficult and dangerous. But they were determined to succeed, no matter what the cost.

The moon hung high in the sky, its silver light casting shadows on the forest floor. A lone figure moved through the trees, their steps silent and swift. The figure was tall and lean, clad in dark robes that blended into the night. Their face was hidden beneath a hood, but their eyes glittered with a fierce intelligence. They moved like a shadow, slipping through the trees with a grace that seemed almost supernatural.

Finally, they came to a stop, their eyes fixed on a small hut nestled in the woods.

Little did they know that their journey would lead them to a fate they could not have imagined.

"Which way do we go?" Aria asked. But before anyone could answer, a shadow fell across the road. They looked up, and their hearts froze with fear.

Darryl and Hugo were the figure. As Darryl and Hugo approached the hut, they could feel the magic in the air, a faint tingling on their skin.

Darryl drew a deep breath, and reached for the door. He paused for a moment, and then pushed it open. Inside, the room was dark and quiet, the only light coming from a few candles that burned on a small table in the corner. In the center of the room was a woman, her back to them, her long hair spilling over her shoulders.

As the woman turned to face them, Darryl and Hugo gasped. The woman's features were familiar, but transformed. Her hair was now pure white, and her eyes were a deep, mysterious blue.

She looked at them with a piercing gaze, and a smile that was both charming and unnerving. "Greetings," she said, her voice rich and melodic. "I am known as the Sorceress, and you are welcome in my home." She whispered with an old tricky voice, she hoped Darryl bought it.

"But...but you're...Sasha?" Darryl stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief. Sasha too was shocked.

"How did you found out it was me?" Sasha asked in disbelief.

"How could we not?" Hugo said, his voice filled with wonder. "We've seen you as an old woman, and we've seen you as a young woman. You're the only person we know who could possibly be both." Hugo spoke a smirk spread across his face.

"But...but...how?" Sasha's voice shook, her mind whirling. She had worked so hard to keep her true identity a secret, and now it was all unraveling before her eyes.

"You can't hide from us," Darryl said, his tone gentle. "We've been bound together by fate, and we see each other for who we truly are." He growled.

Sasha tried to break loose and escape but Darryl pinned her down. Sasha was the servant of Moloch, Moloch sent her to gather some information and help Athena in fighting Darryl before D-day, when Moloch and Darryl would meet.

Sasha hesitated, torn between her desire to keep her secrets and her desire to trust these two men. Finally, she took a deep breath and began to speak.

"I come from a long line of sorcerers," she said, her voice quiet and trembling. "My mother was a sorceress, and her mother before her. The power runs in our blood, through our family tree. But I was the only one who was born with the gift. The others...they were ordinary. Moloch found me and made me his spy and weapon, he used my idea to improve his cultivation on elements." She explained trying to prove her innocence.

"You must have been lonely," Hugo said, his voice sympathetic.

"I was," Sasha said, her eyes filling with tears. "I was different, and I couldn't understand why. My family loved me, but they didn't understand me. I was always alone, even in a room full of people."

"But you have us now," Hugo said, reaching out to take her hand. "We understand you, and we accept you. We accept your gift, and we accept your past. You are not alone anymore."

Sasha's eyes widened, and then she began to sob, the tears pouring down her cheeks.

"Don't hold her hands, she's a witch and she deserves such life." Darryl said as he cast some dark hormones on her, she went unconscious immediately.

"I don't think that's fair," Hugo protested, his eyes flashing with anger. "She's not a witch, she's a woman with a gift. She's someone who deserves to be accepted for who she is. How can you condemn her for that?" He asked a tons of questions angrily.

"It's not safe," Darryl said, his voice tense. "She's a danger to us, to all of us. I can't let her continue to exist. She is from my sworn enemy, Moloch." He lifted his hand, his fingers crackling with dark energy.

"You can't do this," Hugo said, his voice shaking. "I won't let you.".

Darryl and Hugo stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. The air around them was charged with tension, as the two men prepared for a fight. Hugo knew that Darryl was much more powerful than he was, but he was determined to protect Sasha, no matter the cost.

"You don't understand," Darryl said, his voice low and dangerous. "She has to be stopped, before she causes more harm."

"I can't let you do this," Hugo said, his voice firm. "I won't stand by and watch you take away her life."

Suddenly, a voice rang out, clear and strong. "Stop this, both of you!" The Sorceress stood before them, her eyes blazing with power. "I have the right to live my life as I choose, without either of you interfering."

Darryl took a step back, his face pale. "But you could do so much harm," he said, his voice trembling. "I can't risk that."

"And I can't risk losing myself," the Sorceress replied, her voice ringing with conviction. "I won't let you take my life away from me."

As Darryl and the Sorceress faced off, the air around them began to crackle with magic, Hugo stepped aside as this wasn't a stuff he could deal with or suppress the tension.

Darryl raised his hands, and bolts of dark energy shot out from his fingertips. The Sorceress countered with a wave of her own magic, creating a shield that deflected the attack. The two of them continued to battle, their powers clashing and sparking in the air.

Finally, Darryl began to push back the Sorceress's defenses, her shield weakening under the force of his attacks.

"No," the Sorceress cried out, her voice filled with fear.

"Tell me what Moloch is planning," Darryl demanded, his voice harsh. "I need to know what he wants, and why he's trying to destroy us." He lifted his hand, and a bolt of energy struck the Sorceress, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Tell me!" he shouted.

"I can't," the Sorceress sobbed, her body wracked with agony. "I can't betray him. I can't betray my own kind."

Darryl's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand again. "I have no choice," he said, his voice cold and hard.

"Moloch is trying to create a new world, a world where he is the supreme ruler," the Sorceress whispered, her words tinged with despair. "He wants to wipe out all those who oppose him, and create a race of superhumans who will serve him without question." She looked up at Darryl, her eyes filled with pleading.

"You have to stop him, before it's too late." Hugo shouted with fear gripping his weak heart.

Darryl stood there, frozen, his mind racing. The Sorceress's words had hit him like a hammer, and he struggled to process what he had just heard.

Darryl knew that he had to act, but he was torn. The Sorceress was right - Moloch was a threat to everything and everyone he cared about. But could he really bring himself to harm her? Could he sacrifice her life to save the world?

He wrestled with these questions, his mind in turmoil. Finally, he made his decision. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with sadness. "But I have to do this."

The Sorceress's eyes filled with tears, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "Do what you must," she whispered.

As Darryl lifted his hand once more, the Sorceress closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain. But just as he was about to unleash his power, a voice rang out, stopping him in his tracks.

"No!" The voice was filled with urgency and authority, and Darryl turned to see who had spoken. To his shock, it was the Oracle, her eyes glowing with an unearthly light.

"You must not harm her," the Oracle said, her voice firm. "She is an innocent, and she does not deserve your wrath."

Darryl stood there, his mind reeling. The Oracle's words had struck him like a bolt of lightning, and he was struggling to make sense of them. Could he really trust her? Was she telling the truth? He looked at the Sorceress, her face pale and drawn. Was she truly innocent, as the Oracle claimed? Or was she deceiving them all?

"I don't know what to believe," Darryl said, his voice heavy with doubt.

"Trust in me," the Oracle said, her eyes pleading. "Trust in the power of the light." With this last word, the voice disappeared.

Darryl's eyes widened as he saw the evil smile on the Sorceress's face. Before he could react, a purple smoke filled the room, making him dizzy.

He tried to fight it, but it was no use. The last thing he saw was the Oracle's horrified face, and then everything went black. When Darryl came to, he was lying on the ground, his head pounding.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw the Sorceress standing over him, a malicious grin on her face.

"What have you done?" Hugo croaked, his voice hoarse.

"Let's ask him." Sasha winked at Hugo before she turned back to Darryl. "What's your mission in this system? What were you reincarnated for?" Sasha asked with great authority. Hugo was shocked when he noticed Darryl's eyeballs becoming black.

Darryl said, his voice filled with conviction, "I was sent to destroy this world, those who killed my wife - they must pay for their crimes. And this system, this corrupt and unjust system - it must be brought to an end. I will not rest until I have set things right." The Sorceress's eyes narrowed, and her face twisted into a smirk.