Young master Damien's pet

Penny struggled to get away from it, but whatever this thing was only started to squeeze her and with her one hand still out, she slipped the needle she had made to push it into the tentacles body. The needle was a small one while each tentacle grew long and thick like a snake's body that was ten-twenty times thicker in diameter.

"Your little tricks won't work on me. Do you think you have worked with a creature like me? I might be a black witch but I am an improved version that you cannot beat. None of you can," said the black witch continuing to laugh at their child-like antics, "I will make sure you have the bloodiest death."

"Why are you doing this?" Penny shouted in pain as her body started to be squeezed further and further where she hardly keep up with and was worried she would either be squished in the coils or would stop breathing, "You already have the touch of black magic in you. What is the point of harming innocent people and sacrificing them?"

"Where are we sacrificing? We are offering the innocent to the Gods. To the white witches as a pleading for them to unlock the magic. Did you forget how many black witches have been sacrificed in the name of justice? Where was the justice when the black witches hadn't done anything but had only gone and killed more people by the witch hunters."

"Is that why you are working with the witch hunters?" Penny questioned the woman. Sister Jera who was still hiding under the trees one after another while damaging the trees together with the tentacle pulled out a bunch of capsules to throw at the tentacle to see it catch fire, reducing its movements and soon the tentacle started to recede away and towards the woman like a wounded creature.

But another two came at her this time instead of one and Jera ran as fast as her legs could carry her. At one point she was sure the wind was carrying her in the speed she ran.

"You already have the magic-"

"It is not enough. We want all of it for the injustice that people have created.

Who are the pureblooded vampires or the white witches to shut something that rightfully belonged to us? It was our magic! Our life was taken away! Do you know that there were some witches who were good and some bad? How can you tell the people you belong to are the right ones when they are the ones who started the war?" the woman questioned her.

"How can you tell you the black witches are good when all you do is sacrifice lives as you did just now. Don't you see that you killed people who were not part of this-" Penny's words were cut off by the woman.

"Are you calling the people you brought in here to be innocent who had come here to capture and torture me?" the woman c.o.c.ked her head in question, "All of you came here to capture us."

"We wouldn't if you hadn't bothered to keep your nose out of people's business," Penny countered back when the tentacle carried her towards the black witch. She noticed how her eyes were fluctuating between red and slit eyes as if the organs that had been transferred wasn't stable yet.

"You speak as if you know everything. Tell me," the woman demanded and when Penny said nothing, the tentacle around Penny squeezed her further that had the young girl screaming out in pain.

"How many more of you are out there?" Penny asked the woman when she released the tentacle for her to speak.

"What are you going to do with the number when you won't be alive to see who was who," the black witch chuckled.

"Tell me," Penny said looking at the woman who stared back at her.

The woman smirked, "Just some of them. You don't have to concern yourself with it," On the other side behind them, the vampire was struggling with the tentacle as he tried stopping it from grabbing him.

As the woman's concentration went to the man, chuckling to herself, Penny took the opportunity to slip her hands back to pull out the rest of the needles and capsules from her pocket and she threw the capsules first at the tentacles and then pushed the needles all together into the coil around that finally loosened around her, making her fall down on the ground.

Taking the opportunity quickly as the black witch appeared to be distracted, Penny clutched the gun in her hand. Putting the needle into the nozzle of the gun and pulled the trigger, launching the needle towards the witch that went straight to the woman's head.

For a few seconds, it was as if the time had frozen as the tentacles had stopped moving and so did the witch, she looked frozen.

And then slowly her tentacles started to evaporate and it was just her eyes that moved to look at what was happening. Inch by inch the tentacles turned to dust and before it reached her, the woman said,

"I am an improvised witch...this is not supposed to h-happen."

It was true that the black witch was a different kind due to which the earlier, older weapons would not work on her but after visiting Murkh's office, Penny had taken some of the samples and with his help, she had created a different potion before dipping the needles into them.

Penny didn't go to respond to the black witch as her body started to crumble and fall down into a pile of ash.

"Did she die?" Sister Jera asked, tired and exhausted with all the running.

She came walking to where Penny was, "She's gone," whispered Penny and her eyes moved to look at the vampire who had his back leaned against the tree as he breathed for the needed air.

"What if the others turn out to be like this?" Jera asked, worried as handling one witch was difficult and if the others turned out to be like this, there was no telling what would happen.

Penny took a deep breath and said, "We kill them."