Ava's POVAva and her companions had brazen numerous trials to reach this moment. The trip to the Witch Kingdom had been long, filled with unfaithful paths and unanticipated challenges. Now, as they stood at the threshold of this mystical realm, a palpable energy of ancient magic enveloped them, both witching and bogarting.The area was unlike any place Ava had ever seen. The air lustered with a faint gleam, and the geography was dotted with structures that sounded to defy the laws of nature. Towers twisted like gyrations into the sky, islands of pure light gauged across gutters, and trees bore fruits that sparkled as if dusted with stardust. The witches, dressed in blankets that shifted colors with their movements, watched the beginners with piercing gapes. Their eyes held a admixture of curiosity and hostility, a clear sign that outlanders were a rare circumstance in this realm.Ava felt a strange, unsettling pull as they ventured deeper into the area. It was as if her very soul was
Ava POVAs I arrived at the witch kingdom, I made my way to the castle, eager to see my mother, Queen Endora. As I stepped into the palace, I was greeted by the familiar sight of my mother's warm smile. However, her expression quickly turned serious, and she began to gesture urgently to me."Ava, my child, I need to warn you," she said, her voice low and urgent. "You must stay away from me, and turn back now while you still can."But I was too slow to understand what was happening. I had been away from the witch kingdom for so long, and I was eager to reconnect with my mother and my heritage. I didn't notice the warning signs, the subtle gestures and hints that my mother was trying to convey."What do you mean, Mother?" I asked, confusion etched on my face. "Why must I stay away from you?"My mother's eyes flashed with frustration and worry. She knew that time was running out, and she had to act quickly to protect me."Ava, please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just tr
Ava's POVThe more I needed that evil woman to be quiet, the more she seemed to enjoy taunting me. Her voice was like a knife, cutting through my sanity, and I could feel my anger rising with each passing moment. But I knew I had to keep calm, to pretend to be submissive, if I wanted to survive.So I bit my tongue, literally, and forced myself to remain silent, even as she continued to mock me. Her words were like poison, dripping with malice and contempt, and I knew she was trying to break me. But I refused to give her the satisfaction.I kept my eyes cast downward, trying to appear meek and obedient, even as my mind raced with plans for escape. I knew I had to wait for the right moment to strike, to find a weakness in her defenses and make my move.But for now, I was trapped, forced to listen to her venomous words and pretend to be cowed. It was a difficult act to maintain, but I knew it was my only hope. So I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the ground, and my heart burning with
Ava's POVAva's heart pounded in her casket as she stood in the dimly lit alley, her brand gripped tightly in her hand. The air was thick with pressure, the only sounds being the heavy breaths of her assaulters and the distant hum of the megacity. She could see their eyes flashing with vicious intent, their forms shrouded in the dark cloaks of the black witch's pets. There were too numerous of them far further than she could hope to fend off alone. Yet she fought on, her blade flashing in the meager light that filtered through the narrow alley.Her movements were nippy and precise, and each swing of her brand was a testament to her training and determination. She had faced numerous foes before, but these pets were different, stronger, and more grim. They moved with a creepy collaboration, girding her with rehearsed ease. Despite her stylish sweats, she set up herself being pushed back, her defenses gradually weakening under the grim assault.Sweat dropped down her brow, mingling wit
Ava's POVAs Ava stood up, brushing the dirt and debris from her clothes, she cast a conservative regard at her enigmatic deliverer. The figure before her was mound, with an air of confidence and menace that was impossible to ignore. His eyes, a piercing shade of brown, glinted with a supernatural intensity that made her uneasy. There was no mistaking the power that radiated from him, he was a Lucifer, a being of immense dark power." Thank you," Ava said, her voice painted with caution. Her muscles were tense, ready to spring into action at any moment." But why did you help me?" Lucifer's smile broadened, revealing perfect white teeth. His charm was nearly intoxicating, but Ava was not easily swayed." Let's just say I have a vested interest in your well- being, Ava. You're fair. special." Ava's instincts screamed at her to be careful. She knew that every word out of his mouth could be laced with manipulation, designed to snare her in his web. Her eyes narrowed, and she took a de
AVA’S POVThe battle has been on for three hours now. The enemy wasn’t giving up. There were a lot of them, scattered like ants across the valley. I made huge success decimating a pack that had come against my flank, but out of nowhere a new breed of fighters appeared. I was losing strength. I could no longer control my body. My body had become weak from using my powers. My mind was getting numb from the many blows I had received, making it difficult for me to coordinate myself and concentrate. I felt weak and fell to the ground and coughed. I tasted blood on my tongue. When I spat out the phlegm in mouth it was mixed with blood. A second spitting was just blood. I cannot continue anymore, else I would die. These powers were too much for my body to handle. It means that I was losing more power than I can use to heal myself.And so I looked around to see how we were faring on our side. Our warriors were still doing okay, holding the fort. Even the black witch had engaged Lucifer in a
Third person povAva felt the cold iron bars against her reverse as she sat on the damp gravestone bottom of the captivity cell. Lucifer’s pets had shoved her inside with little form, and the door had jangled shut with an portentous futurity. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, but the air was thick with the scent of mildew and despair. The darkness of the cell was rough, broken only by a faint splinter of light percolating through a high, barred window.She closed her eyes, forcing herself to suppose beyond the immediate fear. She had been caught trying to escape Lucifer's palace, a hopeless shot for freedom that had ended in failure. Her mind replayed the events of the last many hours, trying to identify where she had gone wrong, but it was no use. She was then now, and she demanded to concentrate on what came next.Ava’s studies drifted to her mama , Queen Endora. The queen’s warnings had been cryptic, concentrated with meanings that Ava had plodded to decrypt.
Logan's POVThe cavern's air was thick with an nearly palpable darkness. Logan stood, gaping at the cold wave, gravestone walls that formed his father’s sphere. It had been times since he would last set bottom in Hell, and the recollections of that last visit still visited him. His battle with the dark witch had shaken him to his core, but it had also reignited a fire within him a determination to right the wrongs and free Ava from her captivity.His way echoed as he walked deeper into the demi world, each stride carrying him closer to the throne room where Lucifer awaited. The fluttering incendiaries cast creepy murk that danced on the walls, adding to the foreboding atmosphere. Logan's studies swirled with wrathfulness and resolution. He gripped his fists, his knuckles white with pressure. He knew he'd to strike a deal with the devil himself, his own father, to secure Ava's release.The massive doors of Lucifer's throne room impended ahead, adorned with intricate busts that depict