The witchling sounded quite eager as he spoke to his friend. His eyes were shining with glee at the thought of finally being noticed by the Great One.
"Don’t speak nonsense," said the other witchling. She looked around and then turned to look at the male witchling and reproachfully said to him, "You cannot speak of the Great One as you like." She looked nervous, as if she were worried that the Great One would appear out of thin air and turn them into rats or frogs as per her liking.
The man rolled his eyes but no longer spoke of the Great One. Instead, he turned to look at the siren who was tied to the pole and was hovering in the air. He said to the woman, "Can’t I have a taste of him? I mean, he is going to be sacrificed anyway. Why don’t we take a few vials of blood from him? I heard that the blood of a siren has magical abilities. It can even be used in strengthening our sigils."
As he spoke, he looked at the siren with a greedy look in his eyes.
The poor siren stiffened when he heard the words of the man. He tried to free his hands but couldn’t. If he had known that this would happen, he would have never taken that job in the small bar; he just wanted to become a human and live the life of a human in the human world. How come everything went astray just because of a small mistake?
He shouldn’t have trusted this woman when she told him that she had fallen in love with him or when she told him that she didn’t differentiate between species. He was a fool to believe her when she told him that the differences between the species were what ruined everything. Her sweet and charming words had won his heart, and he forgot the teachings of his grandmother, who told him that he should never trust the words of the witches or wizards.
"Do you truly believe that you can fool the Great One? The witches under her command told us that this siren needs to be unmarked. If you cut his skin and make him bleed, that would be equivalent to defying the order of The Great One. If they find out that we had taken blood from him, then they will certainly track us down and kill us," warned the woman with a severe glare. He added, "And even if we make this one bleed, we are just half-bloods, do you think that his blood would make any difference to the sigils that we make? No, the only thing that we can do is wait and hope that this siren will help the Great One in achieving her goal. If she succeeds, then we will get a place among the other pure-blooded witches; that will be really great for witchlings like us."
Soon, they reached the small, inconspicuous vehicle that was parked in the corner of the alley and then pushed the siren inside the trunk of the vehicle.
Once they were done, the wizard sitting in the front stepped out of the car and looked at the siren. He took a good look at the goods that the two witchlings had delivered and nodded before saying to them, "If the Great One succeeds, then you two will be counted as heroes."
When the two heard the words of the wizard, their eyes shone with glee.
"We are glad that we could help the Great One."
"We are thankful that you chose us."
The wizard smiled before tipping his hat and saying, "If the mission succeeds, then you will soon receive what you deserve."
He then walked around and sat in the driver’s seat before driving away from the dark alley.
"It’s alright; you are alright," Killian said to Edira as he helped his grandmother into the armchair. He looked at the burns that were scattered all over her arms and back. Edira had rushed to protect Selene earlier, along with Laxus, which left her with quite severe burns.
Morrineth rushed after them. She took one look at Edira and turned to look at Inez before saying to her, "Well, why are you lying there you should be helping us by healing the injured!"
Her voice was like a whip.
"Morrineth, lay off her," Killian ground out before swerving his face to look at Inez. Seeing that she was getting up, he said to her, "You lie back down. You cannot do anything in this case."
"Why not? Is she not a healer?" Morrineth asked. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
"Maybe if you open your eyes, then you can see that she is injured too, Morrineth," snapped Ajax. "You want her to use her powers when she is weak and vulnerable ? Why don’t you take a sword and run it through her? That will be much more painless."
Morrineth opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Killian snapped at her, "I said lay off her!"
"Don’t push her," said Edira. Her voice was calm but firm. "Just because it’s handy to have her around doesn’t mean that we can command her. She is a pack member of our pack, not a submissive wolf or omega whom you can command at will, and even if you could, you need to keep your heart alive. Don’t turn into those beasts whom you escaped."
Morrineth’s face turned red. She said to Edira, "I was just worried about you."
"I know, but I am not dying, nor am I close to dying."
Selene sniffled as she looked at her grandmother. "I am —"
"It’s not your fault," Edira said sternly. She turned to look at Killian and asked, "Did you catch the fuckers who were behind this?"
"Third Eye trapped them right before they could escape," Killian replied. He turned to look at Ajax before saying to him, "I will be taking care of those bastards; you take care of the injured here. And call the council to hurry the fuck up because I don’t have the patience to listen to their hums and haws."
Killian nodded and turned to look at Inez, whose wounds were rather slow to heal.