It was a cold evening when Morgana left her mate’s place, her heart broken and her mind racing with thoughts of rejection and abandonment. She had been seeing Marcellus and thought maybe she could get him to forgive her and she thought everything was going to be well between them. However, all the things Marcellus said played back in her head. Morgana was devastated. She had never felt so alone and lost in her life, she didn’t even know what to do, she never wanted to leave and thought maybe Marcellus will come after her when she left the club but he never came and it weakened her.
She couldn’t bear the thought of going back to her home in New Orleans where everything would remind her of her time with Marcellus, when they first met and all. She needed to get away, to clear her mind and try to forget about him, which she knew was a lie, but she would just try to get some break. So, without a second thought, she packed a bag and left his home, never looking back, even though his mum had tried to reason with her, she just couldn’t stay for now.
Morgana had no idea where she was going, but she knew that she needed to get as far away from Marcellus and New Orleans as possible. She got on a bus and headed north, watching the scenery pass by her as she lost herself in her thoughts, enjoying the ride.
After hours of travel, Morgana arrived in a small town called Millfield. It was a quiet and peaceful place, surrounded by lush green forests and rolling hills. The town had a few shops, a small grocery store, and a cozy-looking cafe. Morgana decided to stay there for a while, to clear her mind and try to rethink her thoughts and see if there will be a way for everything to work out well.
She rented a small cabin on the outskirts of town, surrounded by trees and nature. The cabin was simple but cozy, with a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a comfortable bed. Morgana spent her time exploring the nearby forests, hiking along the trails, and breathing in the fresh air.
The townspeople were friendly and welcoming, and she soon found herself making new friends. She would visit the cafe every morning for a cup of coffee and a chat with the locals. She also did something’s which helped her calm her mind and find some peace. It was actually a nice little vacation from all the thinking. Sometimes she would wish Marcellus will find her but he didn’t have the slightest idea where she was and she didn’t think he would even go through that stress of looking for a mate who hurt him years ago and he doesn’t want back.
It hurt to think about us like that, Morgana thought. She missed the times when they were happy, even though it didn’t last for a very long while but they tried to share every moment with each other and enjoying each other’s company. Remembering all those, made Morgana sad again as she tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She muttered to herself that it was okay and it will be okay, trying to comfort her hurt and sad heart and self.
“Wheew”, Morgana breathed out.
Whereby at Nara and her witches coven, they have been trying to capture that so called spirit or demon. But they never knew that it was coming and it was time.
As the demon approached the coven, the demon could feel the energy of the witches pulsing through the air. The demon knew that he was getting closer to his goal, but he also knew that he would have to fight his way through the coven’s defenses if he wanted to succeed, which will be interesting as they will be no match for him.
The witches were ready for him, their powers fully charged and ready to unleash upon the demon. Nara had noticed it and informed them. They stood in a circle, their eyes fixed on their enemy as they began to chant a spell, their voices rising in unison.
The demon was undaunted, his dark magic crackling around him as he stepped forward to meet the witches’ challenge. He raised his hands and began to chant his own spell, his voice booming through the clearing as he summoned the spirits of the dead to do his bidding.
As the two sides clashed, the air was filled with the sound of crackling energy and the smell of burning flesh. Spells flew back and forth, each side trying to gain the upper hand. The witches were powerful, their magic almost overwhelming, but the necromancer was just as powerful, his dark magic fueled by the souls of the dead.
Slowly but surely, the demon began to weaken the witches, sapping their strength and making them submit to his will. One by one, they fell to their knees, their magic fading as they struggled to resist the demon’s power.
But as he stood there, basking in his victory, a voice spoke out from the shadows. It was the voice of the coven’s leader, Nara Inadu, the most powerful witch of them all.
“You may have defeated us, demon,” she said, “but you have not won. Our magic is not something to be taken lightly. It is a force to be reckoned with, and we will not let you use it for your own selfish purposes.”
And then Nara chanted something, breaking all the witches from the demon’s powers. The demon was surprised, that has never happened before.
And then Nara attacked but the demon was also quite smart and the fight went on and the demon was once more winning.
As the demon’s magic began to take hold of the witches, they found themselves growing weaker and weaker, their powers fading away under his relentless assault.
At first, they fought back with all their might, their spells exploding in bursts of brilliant light as they tried to push the necromancer back. But despite their best efforts, they could not hold out forever.
The demon’s power was unlike anything they had ever faced before, his dark magic sapping their strength and making them feel as though they were drowning in a sea of exhaustion. With every passing moment, they felt their grip on reality slipping away, their minds clouded by the demon’s influence.
It was then that the demon began to bind them, his magic coiling around the witches like a serpent, trapping them in a web of dark energy that they could not escape. They struggled and fought, but it was no use. The demon’s power was too great, and they were powerless to resist.
Slowly but surely, the witches began to succumb to the demon’s will, their minds clouded by his dark influence.
The demon laughed, his dark magic swirling around him as he stepped forward to face the witches, “you thought you could stand a chance against me?” , He growled out, ” I am the Necromancer!”.