![]() ![]() The sight of my form teleporting from one slit gut to another. Before death, each of the thugs had a chance to see wonders they had never before experienced. Whether half a dozen or two it makes no matter – they are a meagre challenge for even a half-dead preyer. But in this case, we’ll make an exception and cut off a few other things first. ![]() “Well, mate, you were meant to die quickly, I usually slit throats nice and quiet like, with no fuss. He looked around, confirming that I was alone, and his companions numbered half a dozen. Crawl back into bushes, we will pretend you have not seen me, and all will be well” – I lied, just to ease my conscience slightly when they inevitably refused. The sight of my face cannot be forgotten. I needed to be in complete control of where the bodies would be. The terrified bandits would scatter, with some of them going deeper into the witch’s realm, where the ghouls and wraiths would take care of them.īut no. It crossed my mind that removing my mask would serve my purpose whilst being a less engaging solution. We’ll melt it down and sell it – should be enough for some bread.” So, you will share with those in need… And get that thing off your face. “I do not know what kind of freak you are, sire, but you do not look poor. Their chief was the first to regain his resolve. The mask on my face seemed to confuse them, but only for a brief moment. Wretches ready for anything, just seeking to survive another day in a world that hated them. Shrieking, they leapt out onto the road, excited by the prospect of easy prey. I moved forward, pretending I knew nothing of their presence. ![]() In my weakened state, I could not sense each and every bandit, but the group did not seem large. Were it otherwise, even desperate men like those would have long ago retreated to less nasty locales. I knew it, but the band of robbers concealed in the roadside bushes apparently did not. A clear sign that I was in the realm of the witch. The old nag, one that I had commandeered in a nearby village, had escaped no more than two prayers ago, frightened and terrified. The rescue, unlikely as it was, came thanks to human greed and stupidity. Were the last drop to have gone, so would I be too, awakening in Hell. The witchfire in my blood had cooled, with most of it having already evaporated. ![]() I was close to death, and this time for good. ![]()
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