Darkest Hours (MGL series Book 2)

Chapter 17

There was one element Orla pride herself with, that was her knowledge. To her, knowledge had always played an important role throughout.

It was her knowledge on many aspects that benefited her with a life until the moment and thorough knowledge was what made many tribes of magical realms approach her for aid and advices.

Orla knew how to play and how to turn a play which was against her. Simply put, it took her far more than twenty years to concoct whatever she was doing presently, while it would be not possible someone other than her to have achieve what she did.

Destroying Alder Emor was no easy feat.

Alder... the name was enough to bring a wave of unpleasant emotions inside her.

As she looked out to a clear sky, she mulled over all the lives she had taken, all the traps she had laid and all the plans she made with Madonna.

At the thought of Madonna a slow smile formed on her lips. She always knew the little girl she took in was meant to great things. She was a dear child she took pride in.

When the little girl turned into a maiden of beauty, she did not know. The affection she had for the young Witch was more than what she must have for her own offspring.

"How could you!" She heard a sudden enraged voice. She would be lying if she say she was not startled by the sudden bellow. "How dare you! You must be very much secure of your potency to challenge me."

The slight surprise soon changed into a blank one. She knew she would soon be in the presence of him and she shall be the one narrating the consequences of her action.

With a calm façade she was always with, she turned to the familiar voice and noticed the familiar man spitting fire in fury.

His skin was turning crimson with every passing moment, the fire in his eyes was getting her little cabin turn scorching and the horns that were not there suddenly came out of his head and stood proudly in their usual position.

The Demon King!

"Your Highness, I welcome you to my humble chalet." Orla welcomed the enraged King with an ever calm smile present on her lips.

The Demon King, Varnor Demon, was one of those very powerful and tempered man that shall never be crossed. He was a man of actions and he never used words in the first place.

The King knew both to punish brutally and kill callously and Orla loved how he dealt with people who went against him.

She had been an admirer of the Demon King for quite a long time and learnt a few things from him as well.

Varnor Demon spit out a fire globe at Orla in fury. He strode towards her with an intention to kill the Witch painfully for what she had put him through.

He was never a man of patience, not to forget his unruly demonic senses that knew no words but only horrific actions.

Why did he trust the Witch to begin with?

He and his queen entrusted their dear son's safety in the hands of the pronounced Witch and she had been planning to kill their heir all the while.

He shall kill the old woman slowly and painfully. He shall show no mercy when he and his queen inflict pain into her.

She was the cause behind the death of his only heir, Aiken and she shall pay for it dearly.

"I vow to kill you filthy woman painfully." The Demon King bellowed as he charged to Orla and reached her neck to squeeze her out of breath.