Mistress Crow swung her scythe keeping her eyes fixed on the Witch King that then raised a hand. The scythe then stopped mid air and her body was now stuck in place. Her eyes were not paralyzed as they looked around in a panic. She tried to speak, but couldn't move her mouth. Witch King came closer and tapped her fingers on the blade of the scythe. "Hmmm...so I have struck a chord I see? It's only natural I understand your trepidation towards this realization? I would be upset too. Are you mad at the things you did for me? Why? You enjoyed killing and feeding. So next on the list that could've struck a chord. Let's think?" she snapped her fingers. "You feel left out? Thought you were special?" she nodded. "Let's see what you have to say. I'll let you speak now" Mistress Crow gasped air. "So what's the answer?" Her eyes then stared directly at the Witch King. "I loved you….and I'm nothing, but expendable in your eyes. A pebble in the road", "So it was cause you thought you were special? Yes! I guessed right! You're right you are expendable. Everyone's destiny has been written. You think this was something that just happened overnight? This took a century to leapfrog over that Boar King! I only joined the Dreaded Faction for resources and to help start a war. A war that keeps everyone focused one way while I work behind them. How you didn't notice my minimum support during this Civil War should of been evident. What's the first thing I taught you? Never believe anything. See through the bullshit! It's on me though guess I'm a bad teacher" Crow's body then started to float. The scythe was released from her hands and was now going into the Witch King's hands. She swiped the air a few times. "Nice weapon? It's perfect for my next deception. Last question do you know why I even confessed to any of this to you at this moment as we stand here alone?" Crow weakly asked, "Why?" She asked as black tears fell from her dark eyes. "You above all have the loyalty to the witches. So my plan is to do this'' she then impaled Crow with the scythe. She then let Crow fall limp to the ground to bleed out. She then snapped her fingers as a bubble formed from chi around the room. She cast a bubble of silence. As she ran through the throne room breaking walls, the throne, and the ground with just her fists. Then she yanked the scythe out of Crow's body. She then sliced up the ground everywhere in the room. She snapped her fingers and body formed from blood. A puppet of sorts With a blank face. The Witch King then waved a hand shattering the wall in the throne room. As she used her mind palace to form the image she wanted she formed a spinet haired assassin with a wooden mask with a blue smile on it. Hollow eyes dawned in a black gi with a fur collar vest. She threw him a scythe. "Run when I tell you too. Defend yourself if you have too. But make sure you give them a good run" she commanded. The puppet nodded. She then sliced her stomach with her hand. It resembled a blade cut. She then collapsed on the ground. She remained calm the entire time. She then snapped her fingers. The silence was gone and she screamed for the guards.
Two monstrous guards burst in. They looked around seeing the carnage one snarled as they saw the Smiling Demon clone. "Run" the Witch King said. Smiling Demon then turned and ran out the opening of the throne room into the city. One guard gave chase and the other went to sound the alarm. Bells started to ring and the castle became panicked.
Witches came in to tend to the Witch King and the scene itself. One member gazed at the dead Mistress Crow. She was young and started to have black tears fall down her pale face. "Mistress…" she mumbled. She fell to her knees. "What happened my lady?" one asked looking at her wound. "Smiling Demon came to kill us. Must have snuck in through the castle" the Witch King said with a sad tone. "She saved me. She truly kept her vow to protect me" she told them. The witches were all solemn. "We will avenge her and reek havoc on the Smiling Demons!" One said with anger sprouting wings. "No. Only a small force will go and track them down. Find where the assassin fled too" the Witch King said, rising with a groan. She brushed off the healer and approached her alchemy station. "Let's go! Every else prepare for siege if we should fail!" The angry witch said. She then flew out of the throne room followed by three witches including the young one. Witch King inwardly nodded, 'And the clone will lead them to the hide out that I found months ago. Then the war begins' she drank an elixir after combining some chemicals. She put her mask upon her face. Witches were standing guard by the hole and the door. Others left to prepare with the monstrous army.
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Drake practiced for a while. He had mastered two spells and had made great strides in the Iron Skin spell. He is currently practicing using two spells at once. His hands and forearms turned silver. As he formed a spike of liquid metal that began to solidify into a javelin. He focused on clearing his mind of the madness.
The javelin formed fully and the ends were sharp spikes. He twirled it in his hands. He dissipated if feeling his chi being drained. His hands went back to normal and he smiled in surprise. He then practiced the second spell he owned but never used. Twisted Iron was a spell he struggled with immensely. The power behind it was great but it had a major drawback without how much chi you needed. He sighed and took deep breaths as he activated Iron Spike and Twisted Iron. The javelin formed and then he crushed the javelin folding it into a flat buzz saw. It began to spin slowly then really fast. The edges started to turn orange hot.
He kept his focus on spinning and while moving it about the with his mind. He then cut through a chair in the corner of the room and frowned, 'that's my good chair!' He thought. He dissipated the spell and regained control dissolving the buzz saw. He heaved a sigh after four more hours of training. "I need a drink" he thought leaving his quarters. He clipped his mask on his belt, put on his vest, and strapped the ax to his back before leaving. He headed to the tavern before being stopped by three men standing out front. "Your not welcome here Drake" one said stepping in his path. Drake scowled, "How's that?" he asked. "Rachel has asked that we not let you, or your cohort in. This establishment is dead to you a lot" he said, spitting as he talked. He began poking a finger into Drake's chest. He looked down with his icy blue eyes and back at the creep touching him. "I'll speak to Rachel. She can say these words to me herself not some piss ants like you three!" the other two started to move but stopped when the leader began to yelp in pain dropping to his knees. Drake has his whole had clenched in a fist squeezing as the bones began to break. "I'd get Rachel, or I'm making this asshole a cripple!" he warned making the man yelp louder. One left inside bringing Rachel out who looked unphased to the scene she wiped her hands on her apron. "Let him go Drake" she asked. Drake released the man. "Get him some medical attention let me know the cost I'll pay for it" she told them as they took their friend away. "So Taive dies and I'm banned from your establishment?" he said pissed off. "Yes. I don't want you, or the demons here. Ever again. I'm done letting you treat this place as a hero hang out" Drake looked confused. "Hero hangout? Who helped you build this place? Who looked after you as children when we had no one? Who has done nothing but be a supportive friend to you? Wanna venture a guess, or do you need a reminder?" he looked even more angry as she glared at her. Rachel was again unphased by his reaction and demeanor. "As far as I am concerned its your fault Taive is dead. I blame you and the men you drag outside these walls. None of this would have happened if you hadn't tried to play hero" she said scowling at him. "You know what you and the Allfather can get fucked as far as I am concerned. Taive was a big boy and he knew what we were getting into! You think he regrets following my lead and doing what needed to be done. To protect the people of Rabbit Hole! Taive saw what I saw, but you two are fucking blind! Fine! I won't bother you again. You have any problems feel free to ask those three for it. I'm done with you too. And for clarification if Taive was standing where I am would even give him the same treatment if I died? Not a fucking chance!" he then turned and left hearing say one last thing. "No...I wouldn't" she mumbled. "Didn't think! Enjoy your life Rachel, hope it sucks!" Rachel wiped a tear from her eye watching him leave.
After that Drake packed up his stuff and left for the training ground. He wanted to hit something. He also planned to leave the Rabbit Hole tonight. Everywhere he turned, all looked at him with anger and hatred. 'All of them have their heads in the sand. Taive would be ashamed right now. He knew what was happening out there. It was to hunt or be hunted. The madness of fear affecting generations within these walls' he walked down an alleyway only for the three men from before to show up and had ten more men with them. The hurt one held up a bandaged hand, "You son of a bitch! You broke my hand!" he said angrily. His men all pulled out wakizashi, clubs, chains, and knives. "What do you plan to do with vagabonds? Your friend is lucky that I didn't cripple him" he sighed, "I have no qualms with any of you except of course this dick following me and setting up an ambush that requires repercussions sadly" he said looking at all the men. "It's your fault Taive is dead and the witches come for us more than they ever have! You brought this down on us!" one man said from the back. Drake sighed, "Fine...have it your way" he was a blur as he drove a fist into the injured man's face sending him through a wall.