The Witcher: Oblivion

Chapter Twenty-Five

Victoria somehow managed to doze off while waiting for Geralt. She had heard him come in at some point, which calmed her mostly.

As she slept, past events appeared in her mind, including the night she had killed her father. It was all so real, like she was living that night all over again.

"Your mother is dead." He said through his gritted teeth as she struggled to breathe through the sharp pain. "And now, you will see what it's like."

When Victoria opened her eyes, they were glowing the same blue. Augustus stared in shock, watching as electricity ran throughout her body, electrocuting his fingers.

Augustus flew backwards as Victoria's body was lifted into the air, the woman hanging in the air as something possessed her body.

A loud, booming voice escaped her mouth as Augustus shielded his eyes.

"Augustus, what have you done?"

The sorcerer knew that feminine, alarming voice coming from within his daughter to be his murdered wife.

The man staggered to his feet. "Adeline?"

"You knew the pix gene ran through my side of the family, and yet you chose that you'd love our child unconditionally. This is the opposite, Augustus. You have failed Victoria; you have failed me."

The man shook his head. "Adeline, she isn't like the others."

"You're right," she said. "She's much more."

Victoria's body moved across the air, until she was standing in front of Augustus. The man stared into the glowing eyes, fearful.

"You've chosen your sorcery over your family. . . You've been consumed by the dark power, turning your own people against you."

"I have the power to take control of everything I want." Augustus said, trying to reason. "Adeline, don't you see? This power, it could save you."

"I will not cheat death like you did." She said, Victoria flew backwards. "And you will not cheat death again.

Her arms were extended forward, and Augustus began to scream. A blue aura escaped the sorcerer's body, traveling to Victoria and running up her arms and through her veins.

Victoria threw her head back and screamed as the power moved through her wounded body. Her eyes glowed one last time as she stayed within the air.

Lightning flashed throughout the room, and the fire wept through uncontrollably around them.

Augustus stumbled forward, and a figure moved through the room and moved towards him. The old man opened his eyes, his breath escaping his lips as a sword struck him through the chest.

He was pushed towards the windowsill, pinned over the edge. Augustus looked up to see Geralt staring down at him, twisting his sword through his flesh.

"You've lost, Augustus." Geralt said to him. "There's no more coming back."

Augustus stared at him as his body began to stiffen, and the pain slowly faded.