In another realm stood an old house which was made of mud and bricks, it's exterior a typical example of a cottage.
Inside, was a woman, Linda, an all powerful witch whose day had been ruined at the sight of this unearthly creature who had chosen to pay her a visit today.
"Why have you come here, you know our kind do not stand your kind"
She said with hate evident in those firey silver eyes of hers.
Her red hair flowing down her elegant shoulders and even though she was older than she looked, witches had spells they needed to make themselves look younger.
"Believe me gorgeous, I can not stand your kind as well else, you'd all have been dead this moment"
A small flinch could be seen from her at his words and this seemed to please him as he smiled, one which fitted his devilishly hand
