Valerian Empire

“There is no need for a white witch to die, the blood must be sufficient,” they heard Lord Alexander speak. Turning around they found him standing next to a tree.

“I heard you let yourself out and I was wondering when you would arrive here. Have you decided boy? If you want to join us,” Ester asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, “Join us and you will see what it is like to rule the four empires.”

“I am intrigued with your idea but I refuse. I prefer to work by myself than have partners. You never know which one will back stab you,” he spoke calmly.

“Is that so,” Ester smiled and in a blink of an eye she ripped the white witch’s heart out, pouring it into the fire pot, “I don’t think we have time for chit chat here then. My sister witches get the dark witch’s blood,” she ordered and all the witches turned to face him, taking their witch form.

The witch closest to him went to attack him but was thrown on the ground in no time. They heard gunshots as a witch fell flat on the ground. Turning around they found a man standing near the dead, white witch’s body.

“Good evening, lady Ester,” Lord Nicholas greeted her with a smile.

And soon the witches began swarming everywhere, few trying to escape as more gunshots were heard while others attacked them.

“Malphus, there are others here too,” Katie turned towards him to see he wasn’t there anymore, “Malphus?” She sighed, he had disappeared without a word.

The witches began sending curses through the entire place, sparks flying everywhere and anywhere and Katie ducked from one of them in time before it could hit her.

Suddenly someone threw a gun to where she was. Looking up she saw it was Sylvia, “Thought you might be bored. Use this,” and she went to fight the witches.

She had never used a gun before and as the thought went across her mind a witch jumped up to where she was, she closed her eyes out of fright and pulled the trigger, making the witch fall. Unfortunately she didn’t know the bullets in it were limited and by end of getting away from the witch she had poured everything at a single go. Another other witch pulled her down, this one was tougher than the previous one. She tried fighting her but the witch snapped the branch like a twig. As she tried to escape the witch pulled down her leg, digging the teeth into Katie’s leg twice and she cried out in pain. It felt like her muscles were being ripped apart.

Katie’s hand caught a stone from the ground with a sharp edge and she turned towards the witch to smack the stone on the person’s skull with force making the witch wince with pain, on the ground. Consumed in emotions such as anguish and pain, she struck the stone again and again across the witch’s face.

If it weren’t for them, she would still have her parents with her, her uncle and aunt, her cousin. They had killed her family, each and everyone of them. After a few seconds she realized, the witch had fallen unconscious. Coming to her senses, she let the stone fall on the ground as she stared at what she had done.

When she went to get up a she groaned with pain. Looking at her leg she saw blood oozing out, the wound was too deep like an animals bite. In spite of the pain, she stood up, walking back towards where the others were. She saw Alexander, Lord Nicholas, Sylvia and few others like Quill fighting the witches.

She couldn’t find Ester and when she tried finding her from where she stood, she spotted her behind Alexander.

“Alex!!” Katie screamed but it was too late as Ester had stabbed him from behind and she saw him fall down on his knees.

Ester walked towards the fire pot, dropping the blood covered object into it. She continued the incomplete incantation as the moon burned brightly. They heard an explosion come from the direction of the town, which was set afire.

“No…” Katie whispered disbelievingly. She could see the flames and screams coming from there.

“Hahaha! Did you really think you could out run me?” Ester laughed seeing Alexander squirm in pain, “I am older than you in this game and I run it the way I want it. I promised to give you a sweet death, didn’t I? The poison will soon course through your veins and the blood will turn into nothing but dust.”

“The old tricks never grow old. As you can see, the pentagram has been achieved and the sacrifices have been done. No one. No one can stop us from having complete domination,” said Ester raising both her arms and facing towards the sky.

“I am glad to hear that you know you are old. You’re sacrificing your husband too,” Alexander said holding his hand over the open wound, at the side of his waist.

“Sassy even during the time of your death,” she commented with a wide cunning smile on her face, “He was nothing but a tool, a stepping stone to get what I want. Now that the massacre has been completed I have no need for him. He’s as good as dead.”

“How heartless,” Alexander replied.

“Oh, we all are. It’s a pity that you have to die. You would have turned into a fine dark witch. Why hasn’t our powers changed yet?” she murmured to herself, and this time she heard Alexander laugh, “Is the fear of death finally affecting you?”

“Ester Ester,” Alexander tutted her as he got up from the ground, “You are getting old. Did you forget that the pure blooded vampires cannot be killed so easily? Even though if it’s your own hand made poison. I am sorry but your old tricks don’t work on me. How ignorant are you?”

“So what if you aren’t dead now. You will be soon,” she said sending a branch towards him but he only had to raise his arm to stop it.

“Did you really think the massacre has been completed when the town is still safe and sound?”

“What do you mean?” Ester asked him skeptically, her blue eyes narrowed at him.

“You have been playing the game just like I want. Let me explain it. For the massacre to take place, you have been cleverly taking precautions by providing the poor with a series of houses that has been taking a pattern of pentagram. To the townfolk you were a Goddess but how they know that the very Goddess is setting their death. When you captured me I had sent my men to break the link, to demolish the houses. Something you’ve worked for months, I took it down in two days,” Alexander explained.

“You are a fool to think we would believe your words. Look at the fire and the screams!” one of the witch exclaimed.