Discover Soulmate: Taisla's Wrath (On Hold)

The Mission Pt. 1

Third Person

The mountain path grew wide where the soil was soft and then narrow in the rocky passes. The chill breeze ahead effortlessly wrapped them like a blanket on the bed. Lucas carried Carlos's friend on his back, trying to contain his balance against the upward slope.

The night before, Lorenzo pressed the young woman for answers, and after hours of torture, she broke. The woman admitted where her family was meeting, but her information didn't save her from doom.

Carlos's information revealed Lorenzo's main objective; turning witches into his slaves. Naturally, Lorenzo had cult-leader skills, but he wanted to skip all the grooming and jump into dedication. The main realization was Lorenzo had to feed his blood to all the witches, then kill them.

After Carlos's friend admitted the other's location, Lorenzo forced her to drink his blood before plunging a knife through her chest.

Thickly dark green boughs arched over the path from each side, competing for light. Under their dappled shade, the harshness of the midday sun was muted. Lucas lifted his eyes to the distance ahead, noticing the smoke fumes climbing to the sky.

"Are you okay? Is she getting heavy?" Lorenzo asked, chugging the bottle of water.

Her body was draped over his shoulders, he wasn't sure if it was his powers or her weight but she felt like a pile of feathers. The tall trees kept them hidden from the sun letting Lucas enjoy the small breeze traveling through.

"I'm fine," Lucas said, his lips tight.

"You sure? We've been walking for quite some time now but I guess the super-strength is doing wonders right now. Just signal if you need any water or want to rest your pretty little head," Lorenzo mocked, wanting to ease the mood before it turned grey again.

"You know, I get that we are stuck together for over a year but maybe we should skip the chit-chat. It'd be great to listen to the silence instead of you," Lucas retorted.

"So much for uncle bonding time. Your self-loathing is sucking all the fun, my little nephew," Lorenzo said, his jaw clenching.

Lucas scoffed, "Maybe, because I'm tired of chasing after all these witches. It's been over a year already."

After hours of continuously climbing, Lorenzo and Lucas had finally found their location.

"Thanks to our pretty little lady, we found ourselves a coven," Lorenzo said, the argument from before affecting his normal happy self.

None of the group noticed them yet, they were wandering around the mountain settling a little camp. Most of the witches were women even spotted a group of three young children practicing their powers together. In the middle of the camp, were the warlocks cooking dinner for the families around them.

Lucas's eyes showed a gentle concern when one of the little girls met his gaze. His uncle was about to release havoc and the children didn't deserve to get sunk into his greed. Following behind Lorenzo, Lucas walked past the wide-eyed coven and dropped the body onto the mossy ground.

"Mommy," one of the little girls ran over, clutching onto her mother's body.

Another witch went next to the little girl, stroking her fiery hair. Her skin went pale as the tears fell onto her mother's cheek. Usually, Lucas convinced himself that his victims had no family but seeing her daughter breaking down in front of him forced reality to sneak in. The other witch checked for her pulse and gasped when noticing nothing was there.

She wrapped her arms around the daughter, caressing her back to ease the chilly screams escaping from her.

"What's going on?" the older witch asked, her green speckled eyes filled with tears.