Wayhaught: Ten years later

Chapter 25: Now, it's over.

-The Dark Forest (Purgatory): 10.13 pm-

So that was it. That type of moment where you'd like to be anywhere but here. The kind of moments Waverly knew unfortunately too well. Dawn would come and she'd still be counting them, all those moments when it all ended or begun in other ways. Those pivotal moments when it only takes a gesture, a word, a noise, a breath, for it all to collapse. Many times she'd believed, that for once, they'd win the final battle. Many times she had returned home with her family, at last happy to have saved the world from a new devil. But as if misfortune was a dried-up old clod of mud dangling from her shoes, she never really managed to get rid of it.

Yet when this man spoke, she felt something move within her. Now, that ten years later, she had grown away of this supernatural nonsense of fighting against self-absorbed men. Waverly wanted to end those epic, never-ending battles where everyone almost dies. She was hella determined to end it, right now, right here, alone.

Bending down on her legs in her fighting position she tried to ignore the cold penetrating every inch of her skin. She ignored the pain and fear torturing her when thinking of her sister. Instead, she analyzed the possible outcomes of this fight. He wasn't too tall or muscular. She figured that a hit of a stick behind his neck, a pair of handcuffs on the wrists of this somewhat mediocre magician, and it'll be over. Waverly took a deep breath and in a swift and precise movement, she held her fighting sticks. And before the man could blink, she spoke, in a tone icier than the mud lacerating her feet,

"You don't know who I am. You will never know. And be fricking sure that I never will belong to anyone."

And as she prepared to be attacked, a burst of sadistic laughter reasoned instead through the now creepy forest. When he caught his breath, the man said,

"We're not going to fight my angel. We're about to get married."

The sorcerer gently laid his scepter back onto the ground and his gaze returned to hers. Waverly hadn't moved, trembled, or even shivered. She was ready to fight.

"Eat shit, shit eater." Waverly asserted, clenching her jaw.

The anger flowed into her eyes and the man took a step back. Slowly he raised his scepter above his head. On the black handle, inscriptions appeared, engraved in the wood as they illuminated the surroundings with bright violet light. The brunette stood still, her eyes widening while a really bad feeling hit her. A feeling that maybe, Rosita's secret formula didn't work on her. For she was now left alone, facing a powerful wizard, with no advantages and a growing chance to die, or worse, marry him.

At the upper end of his scepter, Waverly saw a purple stone light up, which in turn reflected in the sorcerer's eyes. With a smooth movement, the man dropped his hood off and Waverly noticed him wearing a full mask, unveiling only his eyes.

Gently setting is scepter back onto the ground, his gaze never leaving his prey's. Waverly didn't budge, focused, as she knew that no matter the outcome, she'll never surrender. The man must have sensed it and he spoke again calmly,

"Very well then. I would have preferred it to be done in a peaceful and gentle way. However, you leave me no choice."

"I swear if you touched a hair on my sister's head I-"

The sorcerer cut her off laughing a little,

"Your sister? My angel, she's not your sister. But it doesn't even matter anymore. For tonight it will be just you and me. Then you'll see, you will love me forever."

His disturbing confidence set Waverly's blood on fire. Nobody on this earth and beyond was allowed to disrespect her or her family this way.

"I'd rather die than hear you call me yours again. Now, come and fight, asshole."