The Smoke Witch & The Primordial King

Chapter 4: A Battle in Aziza

( Narrator)

Sinfuls eyes widened, terrified of what was to happen next. Never had he ever been ordered free from the collar. the lock illuminated. he saw its red glow lighting the floor in front of him as he saw it harmonized with his masters pendant. he dropped to his hands and knees, as he hit the floor, the lock snapped open releasing from around his neck, it slid off hitting the floor between his hands that were shaking against the ground, spots of tears fell on the bricked floor. In that moment his body expanded harshly, ripping his flesh away from his body sloughing off in pieces, the pain so much he sprang upward onto his feet. a lycan burst into for that stood 8ft tall, eyes blackened, dark fur with a white toned underbelly. the beast huffed, rage boiling in his veins. untamed for the first time as a wolf.

munnin shifted her attention to the now towering behemoth. the duchess cackling insanely "try to dodge this b***h" the dutchess began powering herself up."my dear sweet pet…” she paused smilling wildly as she turned her head to munnin “KILL HER!" She ordered the large wolf that use to be sinful.

the beast snarled growling in Munnins direction. The anger poured into every follicle on his body. He growled a deeper, much hungrier vibration. He stepped forward, his eyes affixed to munnin. Mohini watched him in this form. “Yes my pet, Slaughter her! All the maidens need to die!”

The Wolf stopped, something was different. What scent lingers around him he thought. She is not the enemy. “What are you doing, you stupid dog kill her!” she demanded unraveling a whip with a braided iron spike on its tip. Munnin witnessed as mohini lashed her whip at the wolf, striking him on his left shoulder blade. “STOP IT!” munnin yelled, her heart breaking for the man under the fur. The beast huffed at the injury, now fully focused on mohini. She took her whip once more, lashing it toward the beast. The wolf lunged forward, his claws plunging into her body, with his long claws firmly inside her torso she looked into the face of this beast. Her pet, her toy. His black piercing eyes gaze upon her, blood escaped the corners of her mouth "how... you disobeyed..me?" the dutchess coughed, blood sputtering from her mouth. A deep overlapping voice answered her question “that i am uncertain… but what is certain is you will never have him again. You are certain to rot here” the voice concluded as it ripped his claws from her, holding her heart in his gory grip.

Aristotle witnessing his master fall tried to make for the door, the beast took notice and pounced, as he plunged his claws into the minions' back ripping out his heart. The visceral mess that exploded from this violent act painted the wall in thick blood. The wolf huffed his back turned to Muninn. The beast then stood tall and proud.

The beast slowly reared his head toward munnin The black faded from his eyes revealing his beautiful sharp blue ones once more. He dropped the heart. the beasts form began to dissipate revealing the marble god tainted by the incident, his body shook, his flesh was on fire, but no feeling mattered more than the feeling of being freed from her. not only from the collar but from her. her body laid before him gaping wounds from his hands piercing her. He breathed heavily, falling to his knees. "Shes dead" he thought.

Munnin shifted back to physical form, confused by this incredibly manic backward scene. "she released him, she was truly unhinged to stop me, i wonder who might have paid her" she thought looking at the dutchess bleeding out on the floor, her blank expressionless eyes looking to the ceiling. munnin continued to walk to the wounded freshly turned lycan. she stood before him placing her hand on his shoulder. her hand dispersed smog, Creeping unassuming around him. Sinful noticed the faint swirl of smoke, afraid he was going to be harmed, he tried to pull away, but to no avail, the smoke held his body into place, “mistress please” he pleaded. She offered no expression, she did not speak a word, she just kept her eyes on him, wondering in her thoughts. sinful face twisted in despair, “am i going to die here, only just free. It was Worth taking her down” he thought.

After a few moments sinful felt calm, his anxiety now a faint memory. Munnin spoke sincerely "I don't want to hurt you little wolf" . The surprise of her efforts and sparing him, he looked to her, this warm overwhelming feeling crossed him again. He lowered his gaze. The smoke that wrapped The wounds healed the thorned assault partially .'' I knew something was going to happen. but i never realized it would be directly after my arrival. did you know of this assassination?" the maiden munnin spoke evenly. unsure if she can trust him. Sinful looked to her, understanding her lack of trust for a servant of mohini "no lady Munnin, i honestly had no idea. I'm not told anything. i am just her little toy" he said as he lowered his eyes again. munnin thought for a moment " i'm not sure he had a part in this. That aside, he's the largest lycan iv ever seen next to karma, he must be of alpha blood. I have to talk to Murwana and karma at the crest when I see them. sardonna may get her sketch after all. i have to find out more about his bloodline, in any case, he deserves his freedom" she thought.

Munnin lightly squeezed his shoulder reassuringly " Sin, would you like to join me, seeing as you can't stay here any longer and I would imagine by your decision to take the dutchess out that you want to be free from here" sinful blinked still held in her healing grip, he was silent for a moment pondering his next move. he lifted his eyes to her peering through his black shaggy pepper and salt hair, he smirked as he answered "it would be my honor to follow you Maiden Munnin. Wherever you lead I will follow. "

she smiled and released her smoky healing grip. Munnin offered her hand, sinful looked at it as she waited for her comrade to take it. He reached out for it, feeling the cold metal on his fingertips. She pulled him to his feet. "Then we shall retreat after a quick rinse. I'm sure we do not have very long." munnin held her hands up waving in fluid motions and collecting the water from the tub, she levitated the water and whooshed it around them cleansing them of the blood spatter and brick dust. "That should do it,'' Munnin said with relief, returning the water to the tub. sinful let out a chuckle,"I believe I'm ready to leave mistress".

the sound of soldiers' boots echoed as they came trampling down the hallway. munnin looked to sin, she extended her hand to sin "take my hand" she demanded. Sin was no stranger to witches. he knew what she planned. He pressed his hand to hers. smoke began to spill from between them, swallowed by the smoke they disappeared from the garden of aziza.