Reverse Harem Adventure-12

The cauldron, you conjecture, must be the source. It’s a classic witch accoutrement, no doubt brewing up the evil fog at this very moment. That has to be it. The witch yanks on her arm, hurling Orpheus into the air. No time to second guess yourself. Gritting your teeth, you chuck the flask against the cauldron.

The glass shatters against the side, purple sweeping higher over the black iron of the cauldron.

“You think you can stop me? I am the witch of the woods. These forests answer to none but me!” she shrieks and begins to grow in size.

You watch the purple ooze into the cauldron, the deadly bubbles shifting to a terrifying purple. Did you guess right?

“It’s time I fix my mistakes. Bury Gravestone in a swamp up to his neck and let the insects fester in his eyeballs.” The witch slams a hand forward, her shadow pinning Orpheus to the wall. “The dog will hang from the archway, his skeleton left to rot until the bones rain down on all who tread into my domain.”

She cinches her hand tight, the vines tightening around Dominic until a terrifying welp bursts from him. No!

“And as for my dear husband.” The witch twists her rabid eyes to the bones scattered across the floor. “You will experience tortures beyond your ken in the pits of hell.” She twirls her finger, lifting the bones into the air. Claremont can do nothing, his skeleton hanging in the middle of the room.

A cruel smile twists about the witch’s cold lips and she wrenches her hand apart. Claremont’s skeleton erupts into dust. You take a step for him, only to hear a twisted cackle rise from the witch.

She stares at her hands now glowing purple. Her tirade pauses and she glares at her precious cauldron now bubbling over with the potion. “You thought that the source of my magic? That a woman must only care for hearth and cauldron? Oh, child…”

The witch laughs again and strains her hands wide. The entire world explodes in purple sparkles. You feel your body hurtling through the air backwards into the thorns.

Panic seizes your lungs, the scream catching as you face the long, slow bleeding death of a thousand small stabs. Black fills your vision, and you hit the vines hard. Pain like you’ve never known floods your body. A fire rises in your veins and blood spurts from your lips.

Death is coming for you. You can feel his skeletal hand circling the air to take yours. A scream rattles the air, but you don’t know whose. Was it yours?

Darkness tunnels into your vision, when teeth puncture through the vines. They bite down onto your shoulder, setting off a war inside your veins. The scream grows into a howl, your body twisting as it begins to change. You wrench yourself from the thorns, crimson rising in your eyes.

She did this. She…

You ram a foot down as a wolf and leap to rip the witch’s throat out. She raises a hand and bats you out the window. You scrabble against thin air with your paws, nothing to save you as you fall through the Halloween air onto the fence. A spike pierces through your ribs, leaving you gasping and twitching.

Death’s found you at last. You can do nothing but wait for it to collect. The last sound to whisper through your ears is Claremont begging you to not leave him. After that, it is only darkness.

THE END


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