Eight Worlds

1.3

The council of vampires were in an uproar.The king had came back with a live, breathing Enya, one of which they wanted dead.

"But your majesty--"

"King Caspian this is outrageous."

"She is a great threat to you and the kingdom."

Amongst the barrage of protests stood Dorothy right by Time's side who was sitting beside his brother. Caspian had offered the seat to Dorothy but she gave it to Time instead and stood right by his side like a bodyguard.

That was the role she was playing.

"Silence." Caspian signalled one of his handservants to hang up a large map onto the wall before them."Report."

"As you know King Kallath of city SL has declared war to City V, us. He claims that one of our kind has hurt his heir which we all know is untrue since we always keep records of all vampires that exit the city." A man said. His name was Ethan, the right-hand man of the king.

Karav stroked his chin in deep thought." So it might be another inferior race trying to use those savages to defeat us."

"That makes sense or it might just be a ploy so they have something to fight us with. They do hold grudges." Kevin, another member of the council suggested.

"Whatever it is, we still have to go to war. Let's just focus on battle strategies." Pecan threw a knife on the outside of City SL's territory." Let's attack them from all sides."

While they were battling about which method and totally destroying the map with knifes Dorothy deduced that there not even one woman on the council.

' Sexist war-crazy bastards.'

[ They do start and end a lot of wars, but after checking the world I see that after every war their numbers decrease significantly."

' Hmm. Tell me some things about these sex demons.'

[Processing knowledge....]

[Sending data....]

She secretly held her head as she felt like a sledgehammer just knocked her skull in. It was too much information, from how they were made to how their magic works to how they could die.

Surprisingly, they could be easily killed. Alot of power means a lot of weaknesses.

"You know something, don't you?" All heads snapped towards her. She just smirked, Caspian caught on quick. He was befitting of his title as the strongest and smartest vampire in the kingdom.

"What makes you say that?" She tilted her head to the left and smiled.

"Your left pinkie has twitched three times everytime you hear about our enemy. You keep on looking down showing that your dying to say something but you can't and to make it worse, all of what you did was fake, you were only trying to get someone to notice so they could ask, so cut the act and speak."

He was smart, a little too smart. She would fix that later but first, she had to take care of those monsters.

"I know how to kill them."Her hand started glowing. Every knife in the room glowed as well pointing to one common direction, the dead lands.

"Do you want to know how? I'll tell you for a price." Both Dorothy and Caspian smiled.

A deal was about to be bred on the idea of change. All the world hoped for was that the two parties would uphold the terms and conditions, which she feared and knowed they wouldn't. This was what it feared by letting the system communicate with it's host, that the story would collapse.

Collapse beyond repair.

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The ground was dry and the air was cold. Each step was as if she was trudging through mud, hard and thick, but she felt unresponsive. Her master had given her an order, one that must be followed through.

Her purple hair clung to her face and her once beautiful pink dress that was now in tatters. Her once shockingly bright blue eyes were now black showing signs of being under the spell of zombie dust.

She finally made it to a small hut. She knocked on the door repeatedly in a pattern only witches would know, showing that it was safe to open. The door slowly opened to reveal an old lady with grey hair in a messy bun and bright emerald eyes.

"Lady Babo, I need some help." The old woman gasped and hurriedly pulled her in.

Lady Babo grabbed many viles from her shelves and just threw them in her big green couldron. A little glass never hurt nobody.

The girl just sat on a nearby stool and waited for the potion to finish brewing. A glass of pink juice was suddenly shoved into her hand. She drank it all in one big gulp.

Lady Babo took the glass." How did you manage to get yourself under the effect of zombie dust?"

"Who knows?" Lady Babo suddenly felt a burst of pain in her abdomen. Drops of red fell to the concrete floor as she cluched her stomach. She fell to the ground with a thud.

"Zea." Lady Babo croaked." Why would you do this?"

"The girl who put me under this dust is very interesting. I would like to see where she takes me."

She bit her finger drawing blood and dropped it in the glass cubix hanging off the couldron from a metal chain. Bright lights swirled around her as the cubix broke. Zea suddenly felt a small weight on her head; a black crown.

Her body glowed with a black light changing her look. Her purple hair now had a black tint and she was wearing a long sleeved sleek dress with a lace cape sweeping the ground.

"Zea don't do this." Lady Babo begged.

"It's Queen Zia." She smirked." At least get my name right."

She snapped her fingers and disappeared leaving the old queen of witches to die.

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