Raziah was sobbing. Her body felt paralyzed, but she kept sobbing.
Keeping aside the terror happening around them, she was focused on her mother who was being tortured and her hair dragged like she was a doll that wasn’t wanted anymore.
Aragon had tortured Mirabai so much. So very much. But, Mirabai wasn’t giving up, at least not yet. Aragon had ripped out many strands of her hair, entangling and dishevelling it all over her head with blood running out non-stop.
And beneath the heap of hair covering his face, he had a cruel smile underneath signifying just how much he was enjoying all that.
He would often pull up her hair, making her look at his face and then send a resounding slap to her face. By now, he had broken most of her facial bones and Mirabai was almost unrecognizable.
But Aragon did not look like he was gonna stop anytime soon.
"I didn’t keep the witch alive, but I’ll definitely keep you alive." He grumbled, and pulled her face close to his, "It’s too early for you to die. We’ll be together for the next few years, and I’ll make you understand exactly how I felt every second for those deafening six months we spent together,"
"Stop it... please," Harlow’s voice sounded almost inaudible. She was lying there on the ground, hanging on the consciousness, "It... wasn’t her fault...,"
Hearing her still talking only infuriated Aragon even more, and one of his eyes peeked out through his dirty hair to look at the annoying witch whom was supposed to be dead by now. He should just kill her and get all this over with.
As he made to approach Harlow, his attention was once again drawn to the powerful object. He was propelled and felt compelled to unveil it. Nothing stood in his way as he walked up to it, and yanked off the piece of clothing.
Sitting there on the barrow, was a large cylindrical shaped machine that had a mysteriously White glowing energy flowing inside. The energy inside was moving in the circular pattern toward the middle, where the energy was more concentrated...and then it would disperse itself around again.
Aragon took hold of the barrow’s handle and pulled it to find out that the object was surprisingly light. But it didn’t look light at all. He was pretty sure if he were to try and lift it off the barrow, it would not budge from where it sat.
Also, the transparent cylinder looked light. It must be made out of something that easily breakable, making the whole structure fragile. He thought about how to operate the machine, but he wasn’t a witch.
"I guess I cannot Let you die, after all," Aragon said and looked up to stare at Harlow. But how was he supposed to keep her alive? "There should be a manual for this, don’t you think?"
Then, he walked toward her and squatted down to also pull on her hair so she was staring up at him with her eyes that were half closed already.
"How does the object work? Where is the manual?"
He could feel her glaring at him.
"You’re in no position to do so!" And he slapped her hard across the face, "Or else, I’ll make the rest of your little time alive miserable."
"I’ll...," Harlow coughed out blood, "Never...," She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, "Not after what you’ve done!"
"I guess I just have to figure it out another way, then. You’re not the only witch in the world, are you? Moreover...your powers are being transferred to another."
And then, He gripped her around the neck and began to choke her. He never liked witches in the first place. They were a big sour for the eyes.
Meanwhile, Mirabai was slowly dragging herself across the floor to look for her kids. Her fear was growing. Once Harlow dies, the magic in the box would be gone and nothing would be left to protect them from the wrath of the Vampires.
As she struggled, she sighted Sir Galland on the floor. Her heart clenched, recalling how he had been killed so effortlessly. As soon as he charged in, the monster of a man had grabbed his head and shattered his scalp with his bare hands.
Everything happened so fast, and Mirabai horribly saw as his lifeless body was flung to the side like a used toy.
"I’m sorry...," She sobbed, pain exploding through every part of her. Her vision was blurry, and all she wanted was to just find the children and make sure they were safe.
Nothing was more important than that. They must be so scared by now to see the magic fading.
As she further crawled, she came across what resembled a sword.
Galland’s sword.
With her face covered in blood and dirt, smoke filling her lungs, and a trail of blood following her anywhere she went, it looked like she was about to give up on everything. Galland’s sword reminded her of how he had protected her over the years, and how much time they’d spent together since as kids.
The heartbreak made her eyes shed tears, and she moaned again in the absence of his loss.
In a single breath, she picked up the sword and forced incredible strength into her hands, then she turned around with her waist and hauled the sword up front to where the madman had almost snatched the light out of Harlow’s eyes.
The sword came straight for his head, cutting through the air with the sharp tip of it going for its aim.
But, Aragon was faster. He felt the danger from up ahead and tilted his head to the side just as the sword passed, cutting his cheeks slightly open as it went.
Then, it flew straight into a wall.
"How dare you...," Aragon snarled in a low voice, glancing at the wound on his face gently trickling out blood.
He flung Harlow away and turned back to face Mirabai with those deathly eyes. And Mirabai knew she had exhausted everything left in her with that throw. All that...for nothing.
She had already lost too much blood to still be alive, and she just lay there staring at the dark skies awaiting her time to be up.
They had done all they could. Unforeseen circumstances had dragged them down even more. Mirabai felt bad for Harlow, losing her strength and powers. Who would have known that they had been working on such a powerful object?
And now, it has fallen into the wrong hands.
If this madman manages to harness the object’s strength to the fullest, he will become unstoppable. He would vanquish his enemies and no one would dare to stand in his path.
God, what had they done?!
At her last moment, she felt two things.
One was a large hand coming to grab her hair again.
Another...was a scream. Her daughter’s scream.
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