To become a defector witch, the witch must first of all, forget about her previous self, save for a hatred that will forever burn for her former people.
- A Random Witch-Hunter's Words
But you haven't used it yet?
Marenda drew out the dagger in one clean slice, unsatisfied with rendering one of his shoulders bad for a moment. She needed to cause him another harm, perhaps she should gouge out one of his eyes?
"I am sure your uncrowned king must have been dying from anticipation." She said as a snarl twisted over his features. "He shouldn't be too anxious though. There is a wealth of time for us to play."
"Are you afraid of the powers it holds?" He said, his voice filled with anticipation and greed like a man on an addictive drug. "If you're, you should give it to me, it's better if it's in the hands of those who will at least make use of it!" He screamed at her, his frustration exposing him in the heat of the moment.
