In the heart of the midnight hour, when the moon hung high in the sky like a malevolent eye, the witches of Ravenwood descended upon the unsuspecting village with a fury born of darkness and despair. Led by Morgana, their High Priestess, they swept through the streets like a shadowy tide, their twisted forms illuminated by the flickering light of torches and the eerie glow of their dark magic. As they approached the first house, Morgana's lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with malice.
"Tonight, we shall claim what is rightfully ours," she whispered, her voice a serpent's hiss in the stillness of the night. With a wave of her hand, she unleashed a wave of dark energy, shattering the door with a deafening crash.
Inside, the villagers awoke to the sound of screams and sorrows, their faces contorted in terror as the witches descended upon them like vultures upon their prey. "Please, spare us!" cried one villager, his voice filled with anguish as he cowered before Morgana's towering form. But the High Priestess only laughed, her laughter echoing through the night like a twisted lullaby.
"There is no mercy for the weak," she declared, her eyes ablaze with the fires of hell.
"You have defied us for too long, and now you shall pay the price."
With that, she unleashed her dark magic upon the villagers, her spells tearing through flesh and bone with merciless precision. Blood flowed like rivers through the streets, mingling with the tears of the innocent as they pleaded for salvation that would never come.
In the midst of the chaos, a young girl watched in horror as her family was torn apart before her eyes. With a cry of anguish, she ran out the back door of her house, he was so scared of the sight in front of her body parts all around, she hide under an old wooden table because she was so small she was unnoticed.
But it was too late. The witches were relentless in their pursuit of power and vengeance, and nothing could stand in their way. As the last echoes of screams faded into the night, Ravenwood lay in ruins, its streets stained with the blood of the innocent and the cries of the damned echoing through the darkness.
And amidst the devastation, Morgana stood triumphant, her eyes alight with the flames of victory as she reveled in the agony and despair of those who had dared to defy her rule. For in the realm of the witches, there was no room for mercy or compassion, only the unending pursuit of power at any cost. After performing the massacre all witches about fifty of them gather together in circle and began to chant some words, as the wind around begin to circle around in the middle of of the witches their eyes began to turn Black, fire emanating from them as it mix in with the wind in the middle, all the blood from the dead villagers spilled on the floor begin to suck right in to the fire in the middle of the witches.
Morgana walked in the circle of the witches and stretched her hand in to the fire, the blood mixed with the fire and wind entered into the Black Stone she held , she began laughing hysterically as her hair begin to float in the air after they witches all let out a scream they all went mute for a while and everything went back to normal
" I can feel our power grow Sisters! "Morgana yelled "Soon just soon we would become greater than the white witches "
she showed the stone to every other witches who now has Thiers eyes on it with greediness
"Hahaha, don't worry sister soon we shall make a feast of this magic" Morgana grinned wickedly In a swoosh they all vanished
The little girl came out of her hiding place crying, she ran around the homes to see if anyone was alive, she cried in agony feeling scared and alone she ran to the nearest town alone in the middle of the night
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In the next town, vampires could be seen guarding the crooks and crannes of the Town called BlackBurn , One vampire was seen talking to another in a low voice , before they both turn to the left , they picked on a footsteps from after from the narrow lane in the bush ahead
"Looks like we'll be having dinner tonight"
the first vampire said to the other and they both smiled , ready for what ever is coming out of the darkness to satisfy thier thirst .
The bushes ahead seem to move violently like something or someone is stuck there or trying to scare anyone at it side,
"THUD!"
"It a little girl" the vampires walked closer to the little girl , she was rolled over she looked like she had been crying and bruises could be seen around her legs, the second vampire was ready to sink his teeth in her neck because he couldn't control his urge at the sight of blood
" Gotti stop it a little girl , you know the code" the first Vampire stop the second vampire named Gotti
"I wonder what a little girl is doing here at night, maybe she is lost" the vampire pick her up in his arms
"So do we have to report this to the Commander or the the town minister " Gotti asked in a confused state
"The town minister"- the first vampire replied but was cut off by the little muffling It was the little she is now conscious after the fall she had minutes ago , she was unable to open her eyes because she is weak
"Help me..... witchhee..help..pls" she muffled still not opening her eyes , the vampire both shared a look
"Hey little girl wake up, what wrong " Gotti said tapping her cheek She open her eyes instantly and what meet her view was two pairs of red eyes and the unusual teeth of a human look more animalistic 'vampires'
"Ha!!"
She screamed but could not run because she was in the hand if this two vampire one with red hair the other with brown hair
"pls don't kill me pls" she plead
"Little girl why are you out this night" Gotti asked the girl trying to sound less scary She started crying
" it the witches they attack our home , everyone is dead" she explained
"witches!! Where ! Tony we have to tell commander about this" Gotti said in hurry
Tony set the girl on a stool and squart down to her height look in straight Into the girls eyes
"What your name and your age ?" "My name is flora and I am eight years old " she replied with her index finger in her mouth
"Ok I'll get you to the minster's office so he knows what do about you" Tony says to her, he turned to Gotti
"Go report to Damien about this, we shall be at the head office when you get back " Tony said to Gotti and he carried Flora in his arms like she weighed nothing, he left head to the Head office Blackburn town, every town or village has a minster who runs the head office report are given to the ministers before they reach the Lords.
"Ok " gotti left for the Vampire Empire to report the witch case to their Commander
Under the cloak of night, a resounding knock reverberated through the dilapidated wooden door of the ancient structure. With its peeling walls and groaning hinges, the scene resembled something plucked from a gothic novel. As the door slowly swung open, a stout, mustachioed man in his fifties peered out, his bald head catching the dim light filtering in from outside. "Please, come in," he invited, his gaze shifting from the imposing figure of Tony to the trembling little girl at the vampire's side. "How may I assist you, Sir Tony?" Tony, towering over the bald man, nodded solemnly. "I believe you have a room available for one?" The minister's brow furrowed as he took in the sight of the girl. "Where did you find her?" he inquired, puzzled. Tony's response was enigmatic. "The question isn't where, but why she was out so late," he remarked, guiding them into the dimly lit office. The room was cluttered with ancient tomes and parchment, the only illumination provided by the flickering candlelight. "She's from Ravenwood," Tony continued, his gaze fixed on the girl, who trembled visibly. "Ravenwood? But how—" Mr. Willoughby's voice faltered, his mind racing. Tony's interruption was solemn. "Ravenwood was attacked by witches tonight. She's the lone survivor—for now." Shock etched across Mr. Willoughby's face. "Heavens above! I must inform Lord Nicholas at once. But I thought your kind protected the town?" Tony's chuckle held a tinge of darkness."Are you questioning me?" The minister swiftly apologized, a sheen of fear coating his words. As they conversed, a knock shattered the tension, and Mr. Willoughby hastened to open the door, relief washing over him. "General Damien, please, do enter," he beckoned, relief evident in his voice. General Damien strode in, a commanding presence. Clad in a finely tailored uniform adorned with badges of honour, standing at six feet tall, his broad shoulders and muscular frame exuded strength. His shoulder-length black hair was tied in a tight ponytail, two curly bangs framing his forehead. Dark red eyes, glowing in the dim light, bore into the trembling girl as he approached. "What befell you, child?" Damien's voice cut through the silence, his tone both firm and compassionate. The room held its breath as all eyes turned to the girl, tension thick in the air. Gotti shared a knowing glance with Tony, while Mr. Willoughby wiped his brow nervously, acutely aware of the perilous situation unfolding.