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Her Witch, Her Demon: Episode 8
Infiltrating a terrorist organization
The week passed quickly, and soon the day of the Durug meeting arrived.
Following Jakubs’s direction, Rexadan drove for what seemed like hours to Down Tide. They could have simply teleported to the location, but Rexadan insisted they had to blend in so they wouldn’t raise any suspicions from the lower echelons of the Durug. Teleportation was a high-level skill only royal demons and some greater demons possessed.
Winding through the long, dark road, a mansion soon appeared in the distance, and they headed straight for it. The closer they got, the larger the mansion became. The massive black gates automatically opened for them as they pulled up into a compound full of luxurious cars and stylishly-clad demons. Rexadan parked his black Bugatti next to a silver Cadillac convertible.
“Tag,” said one of the security men in black suits when Rexadan and Nyx reached the front door.
Fumbling through the pocket of his blazer, Rexadan fished out the thin plastic card Jakubs had given him after spilling everything he knew about the Durug. He’d probably hoped that Rexadan would spare his life after that. He’d hoped wrong.
Nyx hadn’t expected that the Durug would be very high on security. Then again, they were an outlawed society. Even if most demons held their extremist views, they still couldn’t do that in the open without any repercussions from the Witch Council and Demon Circle. The Witch Council and Demon Circle had been bitter enemies for thousands of years. But if there was something they both agreed on, it was that the Durug was bad news.
Their hatred extended not only to witches and demons who loved witches but also to humans. For centuries the Durug murdered and pillaged, turning Rorel into their playground of savagery, and no one could stop them because the most powerful demons in this realm backed them. The evils perpetrated by this society forced the humans to create the Hunter Guild, dedicating their lives solely to the destruction of the entire magical world. Humans didn’t have magic or abnormal physical strength, but they had technology. And over the years they’d gotten better at using it to kill non-humans. All thanks to the Durug.
Perhaps, certain that the tag was genuine, the bouncer returned Rexadan’s tag with a nod, then looked at Nyx expectantly. She waited with bated breath, wondering if the bouncer would see through her disguise. If someone like Jakubs in the lower ranks of the Durug had recognized her, then everyone else must already know what she looked like. To avoid being recognized, Nyx braided her long curly hair into cornrows and wore a mask of a skeleton on the lower half of her face. She would have shape-shifted into someone else, but she didn’t think such extreme measures were necessary.
“Your tag,” said the bouncer, now glaring at Nyx with dark red eyes.
“She’s with me,” said Rexadan.
The bouncer raised a brow.
Rexadan smirked. “She’s new.” Then in a serious, yet sarcastic tone, he added, “She abhors witches. Truly can’t stand them. Wants them all dead.”
Nyx almost rolled her eyes.
The bouncer, completely clueless seemed impressed. His smile widened. “You’re here to join us?”
“Yes,” said Nyx.
“You’re in luck then. Today’s a very special day. You’ll love it.”
Not waiting to ask what the bouncer meant, Nyx followed Rexadan into the mansion. It was even grander on the inside. A large ballroom full of demons awaited them. Most of them were in their demonic form. Lesser demons couldn’t take on human forms and had to depend on their concealment skill to hide their true form. But here, everyone could be themselves, it seemed.
“Damn,” Rexadan whispered. “This place is huge.”
Nyx had a lot of questions. However, she knew better than to discuss things with Rexadan in a room full of demons. Not even vampires or werewolves had hearing as sharp as demons.
Nyx looked at her wristwatch. It was ten minutes until midnight. Jakubs said the meeting would start exactly at midnight.
Waiting for the meeting to begin, demons all around them chatted away. And then when the large wall clock chimed and struck 12, the whispers in the room silenced immediately. A tall pale being with a horn protruding from its forehead descended the long winding stairs. Krazord. Nyx narrowed her eyes. What the hell were they doing here? She exchanged a knowing look with Rexadan.
Although Krazord was born in Rorel, their fealty was to the First Power of Gatr in Heldan — they did nothing without their master’s approval.
Herragal. Shit. Nyx balled her fist. Demigrons pulling the strings of the Durug was nothing surprising. But clogrons? What in the actual fuck? Since when did demons in Heldan start caring about the affairs of Rorel? This made no sense…
Unless Krazord was working on their own and Herragal knew nothing of this. Even if their loyalty was to Heldan, an Earth-born demon would always be an Earth-born demon.
“Welcome, brothers and sisters of the Durug,” Krazord’s deep voice filled the room. “Today is a special day. Today, we celebrate one of our many victories. Any day a witch dies is a victory.”
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Ever since Nyx created the Union, she’d become used to demons and witches being friends. It had been a while since she found herself among demons who cheered for the death of witches.
“We’ve been investigating the Union for months now,” said Krazord. “And now we have a breakthrough.”
What the fuck? Nyx raised a brow. Rexadan grinned at her. Nyx sighed. It seemed she’d become too soft after living in the human world for so long. Now people were undermining her authority.
“We thought the owner of the Union was human. But it turns out that Onyx Castle is a demon.”
There were boos everywhere. Rexadan laughed out loud and began booing right along with them. Nyx glared at him, but he only booed louder in her face. She shook her head. So immature, this one.
“That’s right. Onyx Castle is a traitor to her kind,” said Krazord. “I thought of bombing the Union from existence.” What the fuck? . “But after finding out that a demon owns it, I think I have a much better plan. One that will teach this foolish demon a real lesson. She plans to unite demons and witches, right? Well… I’m going to destroy that dream of hers.” Krazord laughed manically. “Bring them in.”
A group of people wheeled something large and rectangular onto the center stage. Fully covered by a dark fabric, it was impossible to see what it was.
“Anyone who patronizes the Union is an enemy of the Durug. It doesn’t matter if they’re demons, vampires, or werewolves. We will deal with them all. Just like the lowly humans, witches are filth and must be cleansed from this realm.”
With every word that poured out of Krazord’s mouth, Nyx balled her fists so hard they felt numb. This fucking bastard.
Upon Krazord’s command, someone removed the dark fabric to reveal a glass cage with six… no eight, people inside it. The prisoners banged their hands against the glass wall, yelling with all their might. Not a sound leaked out nor did a scratch appear on the glass despite all the banging and punching. Either that was one strong glass or it must have been fortified with demoncraft. What was Krazord up to? Who were these prisoners? Wait… Nyx froze. She recognized three of them. Hustiks, Nolara, and Jweiga. They all worked for her at the Union. Did the Durug kidnap her employees?
Krazord. Nyx’s fists trembled, the blood boiling in her veins. This bastard. Do they want to die?
Krazord, completely oblivious to the tempest brewing within Nyx, continued with their passionate speech. “Take a good look at them. They’re all demons, and they all fraternized with witches at the Union.”
Loud boos thundered in the room.
“Kill them.” Someone shouted among the crowd. And soon, it became a frenzied chant. “Kill them, kill them, kill them.”
Krazord raised a hand and the chanting silenced immediately. “Rest assured, brothers and sisters, this is just the beginning. I have something even better for tonight.”
They beckoned to someone from behind, and a woman was dragged onto the stage with her hands and feet bound by massive chains, while a brown sack covered her head.
“We have a witch,” Krazord pointed at the captive woman. “A witch from the Union.”
The room was so silent that Nyx heard the collective beating of everyone’s heart. So much hate in one room. It sickened her. She used to think that Heldan was a hateful place. But Rorel… this realm took hatred to a whole other level.
Krazord pulled off the sack from the witch’s head.
Nyx’s eyes widened. What the actual fuck? Seeing the fear in Alicia Skarsgard’s eyes made Nyx even angrier than she already was. How did Meredith’s best friend end up here? She seemed to be screaming, but the duct tape on her mouth muffled the sound.
“How about you tear her apart,” Krazord said to the caged demons, “and then you will be redeemed?” Turning to the demon who dragged Alicia in, Krazord said, “Throw her into the cage.”
Alicia tried to fight back, but something about those chains kept her docile. She fell to the ground, her limbs shaking. The demon, not caring at all, dragged Alicia like a dog.
Nyx had seen enough.
With a mere thought, she teleported to the stage. In one swift motion, she hacked the head of the demon dragging Alicia and then snapped the witch’s chains before taking off her duct tape. Alicia’s blue eyes flickered in uncertainty and shock. But once Nyx took off her mask, the blonde witch sighed in relief.
“Onyx. Thank goodness.” Alicia pulled closer to Nyx, holding on for dear life. “What’s happening? Where are we?”
“Onyx Castle.” Krazord’s eyes widened, but they quickly masked their shock. “How did you get in?”
“I heard you’ve been looking for me. Here I am.” Nyx stood in all her glory, completely unbothered. Even if she didn’t reveal her true demon form, Krazord was no match for her. She didn’t have to release her oppressive demon energy to intimidate lowlifes like them.
Nyx suddenly raised her hand and Krazord was sent flying across the vast room, before crashing into a wall violently.
And that was all it took for everyone else to understand that they were under attack. At once, all the demons lunged toward the stage, screaming bloody murder. But then without warning, horrifying screams filled the air as most of the demons dropped to the ground and began convulsing. Rexadan laughed manically as he unleashed his demon form, his taller figure covered in heavy silver armor. He brandished a silver sword, blazing with golden flames.
Certain that Rexadan would deal with the Durug, Nyx turned her attention to the caged demons. Strengthening her fist with demoncraft, she punched through the glass, shattering it immediately.
“You three alright?” Nyx asked her subordinates.
They told her they were fine. When Nolara tried to narrate how they got captured, Nyx told her they could do that later. For now, they had a cult to exterminate.
Two royal demons, three greater demons, five lesser demons, and one witch against hundreds of lesser demons and a few greater demons.
The Durug didn’t stand a chance.
In about an hour, the entire mansion was one huge abattoir. Dismembered limbs of demons lay everywhere. Blood of various colors decorated the previously white floors. It was beautiful.
“Krazord got away,” said Rexadan. He was back in his human form, and he was soaked in blood.
“Do you think I would just let him get away?”
Rexadan grinned. “You marked him with a tracking spell.” Then he chuckled. “You’re so diabolical.” His expression suddenly turned serious. “If Krazord is doing this, does it mean Herragal is involved? That doesn’t make any sense.”
It didn’t. But if for some reason Herragal was involved, then other royal demons in Heldan might be too. But why? What could they possibly want with Rorel? While Nyx had come to feel at home in this realm, there was still nothing particularly special about it… well, except her fated mate. Nyx rubbed her temples. Maybe she was thinking too much. Maybe this had nothing to do with Heldan, and Herragal didn’t care about any of this. But Nyx wouldn’t lose her guard either. Something deep and dark was going on, and she would do everything to get to the bottom of it, especially now that it threatened Meredith’s life.
Since she’d dealt with the lower rank of the Durug, it was only a matter of time until the true masterminds bared their fangs. Nyx would be ready for them.
“Well, hello there, beautiful.” Rexadan’s voice interrupted Nyx’s thoughts. Her brother smirked at Alicia. “I’m Rex, what might your lovely name be?”
Alicia introduced herself and then thanked Rexadan and Nyx for saving her life.
“Alicia, can you do me a favor?” asked Nyx.
“Of course.”
“Please don’t tell Meredith about this.”
“Meredith?” Rexadan raised a brow. “Wait they know each other?”
“She’s my best friend.”
“Ah, now that makes a lot of sense,” said Rexadan. “I was wondering why you suddenly went off plan and started a massacre. Now I see why.” He grinned at Nyx.
“You won’t tell her, right?” Nyx asked, ignoring her stupid brother.
Alicia nodded. “You have my word.”
“Rexadan, take her home.”
“With pleasure. But what about you, Oni?”
“I have something to do. Just keep her safe.”
Rexadan nodded before leaving with Alicia and the other demons.
Once they were all gone, Nyx took her phone and called Meredith. She released a huge breath of relief as soon as she heard Meredith’s voice. “Are you alright? Did I wake you?”
“Oh no. I’m still up. Practicing a spell.”
For the first time since coming to this place, the tension evaporated from Nyx’s shoulders. Upon seeing Alicia in those chains, Nyx couldn’t help but imagine Meredith in that same position. What if the same thing had happened to her? What if the Durug hurt her next?
“Nyx, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” the softness of Meredith’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
“Yes… I was just…” She sighed. “I want to see you. Will that be possible?”
There was a momentary pause. “I’ll come over tonight.”
Nyx smiled. “Okay.”
“Nyx.”
“Hmm.”
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Okay, what is it?”
“Not on the phone. I’ll tell you when we meet, alright?”
The nervousness in Meredith’s voice sent a sinking feeling in Nyx’s chest. What could her fated mate possibly want to tell her?
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