After the mysterious revival of Anathia gleisberg, a report came out on the 3 missing hunters sent by their family members. By the time they found the missing subjects, they were dead...but of course, the identity of the culprit wasn't identified since Anathia had cleared the coffin back into the ground and eliminated any trace of it being touched at all.
After wondering around, Anathia returned back to a place she had missed but equally despised. Standing in front of the mansion, she observed the black mansion that was in perfect condition even though there was not a still person alive who would care for this place, that she could recall of.
Questions enter her mind.
'Who would come here...and why is there a barrier around it?'
She put her hand against the barrier and felt a slight shock through her body, almost like a tingle. Frowning, she studied the barrier in front of her for a moment 'This is meant for an instant kill....' .
She just smirked and flicked her finger straight down in front, like she was cutting air. It was as if the barrier was a thin form of wet tissue, it obediently opened like it was ripped and gave way to the red eyed witch.
As she walked through the garden, the condition was exactly as she had left it, roses standing tall, the ponds still perfectly reflecting the sky, the grass trimmed smoothly and not a single vine or extra substance on the walls of the mansion.
Swishing her hand, red aura surrounded the two large doors that were each at least 5 times her own height and opened to welcome her.
Her reaction when she first opened the door was with a sudden jolt and she was suddenly welcomed by a gush of burning air. Following, a blaze of fire rushed at her like a target at a speed that is rarely achievable. 'A fire user?' she put out a hand, to contain the fire, But to her surprise, her magic didn't hold it back past 3 seconds before melting away bit by bit. Logically speaking that could only mean 2 things, A user that is stronger than her...or...something that is much stronger
She moved to the side, behind doors, and leaned against the clean outside walls of the mansion. 'What on earth is in MY mansion'. The fact that she cannot detect who and what sent that blazing amount of hell fire to her way even within her sensory vicinity...peaked her curiosity.
Slowly as the fire disappeared, she heard footsteps that certainly belonged to a human. Steady and perfectly paced steps. Slowly walking back from her small hiding spot, she comes out to confront this person....or creature.
Step by step, her footsteps matching the one of the opposition's. She revealed herself....and so did the mysterious being. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust from the light of the fire to the dim light of the sun.
The thing that appeared before her. A man. Bright blonde hair. Sky blue eyes.
Outstanding features that Anathia was once very familiar with. The blue eyes that followed her 300 years ago stared at her just as they did before, the light smile that was revealed also gleamed as they once did.
It was as if time had not changed for this man,
The man looked at her with a calm expression and bowed in a matter that a butler would, which triggered the witch to put up her guard even more. She tensed her hand, allowing her mana to focus into the palm of her hand, she bit the tip of her middle finger and stretched her arm out and relaxed her blood dripping hand. She allowed a few blood drops from her finger to drip to the ground.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Each time her blood hit the floor an echo sound was spread amongst the mansion, a subtle yet long sound of a liquid ripple.
The man's face didn't change. Just as it did before, he continued to stare at her with his intense blue eyes and share that light smile that just shouldn't still be in existence.
Anathia's finger started to glow where the blood was escaping from. The blood that was dripping out drop by drop suddenly turned into a stream that shared the imagery of an uneven waterfall, but unlike a waterfall, her that stream of blood never touched the ground. It curved as it was near the floor and started fog around the route of the downward stream of blood from her finger.
Anathia clutched her blood dripping, mana concentrated hand and the blood that acted abnormally shrunk itself into the shape of a sword. A sword who's Hilt is plainly thorns and who's blade was one sidedly smoothly sharp and the other contained 3 curving spikes of different sizes.
The man was not consumed by fear, but as still as a rock
"Lady Gleisberg, welcome back"
"Kanel...how are you still alive?" The witch, pointed her sword at the man she calls Kanel and walked towards him. Closing their 10 meter distance.
He on the other hand kept the same expression. The same soft smile.
"You're mistaken Milady, Kanel Underfort has been dead for 300 years, died after the night of calamity. I'm his descendant."
'That seems ... somewhat reasonable. But it doesn't completely explain the barrier and the Hell's fire, and even if he is Kanel's descendant, what is he doing here?'
As that thought crossed her mind, the man who claimed to be her old acquaintance's descendant bowed forwards, "I understand you may have questions milady, but please come in first. I'll prepare some tea and food whilst you change into something more comfortable.
Anathia, with her entire appearance, didn't present a single drop of colour other then her spectacular ruby eyes and cherry red lips. Her otherwise entire white demeanour hides her presence nearly completely, as if she were a ghost floating through the day.
Although she had her doubts about the person in front of her, those thoughts never led to fear nor anxiety.
The witch walked towards the mansion with her bare feet, making her entrance past the butler and into her said home soundless, and swiftly, as if floating.
As Anathia enters the mansion and tours into her room, she paid attention to the decor, furniture, and every detail of the part of the mansion she was in.
'Absolutely nothing has changed in the last 300 or so years'
Upon arriving at her room, the witch doesn't hesitate to give an order right away to the stranger with the face of an acquaintance, "Get out and make some tea, I need to get ready to deal with some personal matters" Anathia waves her hand at him to get going and uses her other hand to magically bring a few different dresses to her view
"Yes milady" the man bows as he backed up into the hall,
"Wait", the man does as he's ordered, "What's your name?" the witch asks.
The descendant's mouth curved upwards to mimic the moon in a thin manner, as if controlled and manipulated by strings. His eyes followed in a reflecting fashion, it didn't seem at all that the man's eye's were open.
"Kanel milady, after the original butler."
End of chapter 2
Author: So um...it's been 2 years. My bad hehehe, I've been busy with school, but uh...now I have free time! Kinda ~. I'm gonna be slow with updates because I want to write ahead and then post so...ya'll can wait. If you've been waiting for this story ever since 2022...thumbs up to you! kekekekeke.
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Friday 16th January 2024
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FantasyAnathia was a powerful witch claimed as the witch of calamity, and had obtained immortality through entering the forbidden God chamber with 4 others, one in particular she was very close with, the 5 being together for 500 years, they are closer than...
