Behind The Fall Leaves

Prolouge

     Crunch. Leaves crunch. Fear rush. Fight. Attack. Hurt.
     "Never thought you had this much strength," she said, "I was hoping you'd cripple under pressure."
     He wiped off his sweat. "I've changed," he replied in a monotone voice. He was focusing. Gaining as much preca.
      "Oh you've changed," she let out a laugh.
     He ran towards her. She knew it was coming. After all, the smartest witch in all of Romania should not be afraid of a little peasant. The overran streets of demons and habws. Our government fell and society became corrupt. If you stood up you would be killed.
     She wouldn't be ended quickly. "Dantiga!" (The spell for 4 feet protection).
     Suddenly he hit a barrier and fell to the ground as if he hit a brick wall. He briskly got to his feet and readied his hands. She was not using her hands though. She gripped The Book of Many Souls. It was demonic magic. Banished from wicca culture. She started chanting.
     "Al-wevocompedala. Al-wevocompedala. Sisi vvvopeldft. Qwetuym bingcuntonoee."
     He felt something a movement in his chest. Like death was upon him. For a moment he saw Satan. Lucifer himself standing over his barely alive body. Satan pulled out a knife.
     "I banish you from living again in heaven or hell among all who have wronged the wrong. I bring hurt from the southeast. I bring forth webs of doom among your body. I wish no luck upon the one cast. Great sorrowed soul."
     The knife fell.