How To Burn A Witch |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter 15

Alev watched in disbelief as her childhood friend slapped the huntress-in-training𑁋 no, just huntress now apparently.

She awkwardly knocked on one of the cave walls and watched as the bored look on Refia's face turned to one of interest. The pink-haired woman shot her a look that said "Now is your chance" and got up to follow Aether.

The golden-eyed witch let out a sigh and sat next to the girl, "Hey," she said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder only to have it shrugged off.

"I don't want your pity, nor do I want to hear a lecture about how witches are innocent. You aren't. You're all just a bunch of power hungry bastards."

"That would just make us like the rest of the world then. Except we aren't afraid of appeasing our hunger. Unlike most of the cowards who live in Empyrion."

Nehir shot the witch a glare, causing Alev to chuckle and flash her teeth at the huntress. "I'm not afraid of you, chasseur. You couldn't hurt me even if you wanted to."

The huntress glared at her but didn't say anything. She knows I'm right. Alev smirked, satisfied with how powerful she felt in the moment.

"Why did you come to my school? Why did you tie your soul to mine? Why did you subject me to this?" asked the girl, her voice sullen as a red handprint began to form on her left cheek.

Alev shook her head, Aether had gone too far. They had agreed Nehir wouldn't be hurt no matter what kind of bigotry she spewed.

The witch shrugged and decided she could gain the girl's trust in this rare moment of vulnerability, and decided to tell her the truth.

"My personal reason for coming to your school was so I could ask you to hunt someone down for me." She said her voice low, careful not to speak loud enough to let Refia and Aether hear her.

Nehir let out a choked laughter, "The Great Alev is afraid of being marked as a Kinslayer, I see." she said with a cruel smile, "What is it, you're too much of a coward to kill this witch yourself?"

The fire witch let out a growl and not even a millisecond later, she was straddling the huntress' lap with a knife against Nehir's throat.

"Be mindful of what you say, Witchkiller, your life is in my hands." the huntress let out a laugh devoid of any humor.

"You obviously need me for something, so you won't kill me. Can't since you tied your soul to mine. If I die, you die as well. Did you forget that when you so fiendishly forced me into this?"

The witch smirked, "Perhaps, but I'll make you wish I had."

"Bite me." replied the huntress.

"Oh, it wouldn't be as fun now that you've asked."

Nehir glared at Alev but the witch just flashed her teeth at her with a smirk and slid her fingers into the huntress' hair, gripping it from the roots and pulling it back to expose her throat even more.

"You'll bleed beautifully, I can already tell."

Alev brought her fingers to Nehir's throat and traced the mark she had placed there what seemed like so long ago. A mark that bound the two of them for as long as the huntress' debt was left unpaid.

She summoned a flame into the tip of her fingers and traced the mark again, making sure the fire burned Nehir just enough to remind her of just how powerful she was.

The huntress let out a small hiss and she tried but failed at pushing the witch off her.

Alev marvelled at the beauty of her flames, at how they seemed to dance on the tip of her fingers, wild and raging until they were given an order.