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Season 3: Episode 20, Do Not Go Gentle
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"Wasn't this just... disappointing." Melinoe sighs, dragging a red-tainted finger down the witch's cheek. "Here I thought, given the reputation of such a supposed prestigious coven, I'd be in for a challenge. As it turns out, that was just an absolute load of shit."
"Like taking candy from a baby," Coda hums, throwing a random dark object up in the air, scrunching his nose at it before tossing it back into the box with the others.
"Coda, don't get blood on the dark objects." Mel scolded, shooting him a look over her shoulder to which Coda stuck out his tongue and purposely shoved the box over the tableside and into a pool of blood allowing a few glass pieces to shatter onto the charred and disfigured bodies.
"Oops."
Mel switched her gaze down to the scared witch and lowered her voice, jabbing a finger in Coda's direction. "Brother's, huh? Honestly, sometimes I feel like he was born just to spite me. Don't even get me started on Kai."
"I won't." The woman spat.
Melinoe slapped her.
"Tone." She reprimanded then rolled her eyes as the girl flinched. Tenderly, Mel moved her hands to cup the blonde witch's cheeks as if approaching a startled animal before grinning widely as magic began flooding through her veins making the witch squirm and wince. "I want you to tell me everything you know about Prison Worlds."
Her gaze hardened and tone took a dangerous turn as she pulled on the witch's collar to bring her closer, hissing into her ear. "And you will tell me."
The male siphon sighed loudly, tapping his foot, enunciating how bored he was before moving closer to Mel, tredding over the dead bodies in his way, kicking them for good measure.
Coda pulled out a camera from his bag and began telekinetically moving the few pieces left of the witches he'd personally tortured and killed into more poised positions for his personal album.
"I-I don't know." The witch, whose name Mel couldn't be bothered to remember, shook her head. "I don't know anything about Prison Worlds."
"I'm finding it hard to believe you, gorgeous." Mel told her, tone sickeningly sweet, releasing her slightly and tucking a strand of the blonde hair behind the girl's ear. "Think of it this way, you talk to me, and I'll consider letting you go home."
