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The Umbra Witch - 2 (October 17, 2009)
🕑 Added 2022-01-02 18:01:01 +0000 UTC
Marco started to cough violently as she started to wake up. As she tried to open her eyes, she was surrounded by darkness. She tried her best not to panic and remember her training. She couldn’t believe that she let her emotions get the best of her. She is usually so calm and collected. But watching her best friend getting killed like that would send anybody off the deep end.
Still… There were many situations that Marco has dealt with as a Daemon Knight where she has indeed kept her cool.
It was in a complete loss since she was able to see in the dark, thanks to acquiring such abilities through her dark arts. It appeared that she was in a cobblestone prison. The walls were weak as screams echoed throughout the prison. It would drive anybody insane. She just hoped and prayed that they didn’t take anybody else, but that was a moot point. Seeing the bloodstains that have been stained, possibly over the weeks and months of others being captive here, told the story that she wasn’t going to make it out of here alive.
Marco could break out, but what good would that do? She would only get so far and because so much trouble for many others who are captive. She can’t be selfish that she laid in wait.
Marco still had her clothing on, so she discovered that she was placed in captivity recently. But walking in feeling herself in the darkness, she had to with no boots.
At least they should have kept my boots, she thought.
Her accommodations in that prison would be short-lived as her captors unlocked the prison and stormed in with flashlights. They were two of them, and they grabbed her by each arm as they dragged her out of prison. Being dragged through the hallway, she could see the carnage in the corner of her eye as many women were brutally raped by many men and women alike. In one instance, she saw a younger man being tortured the same way, but he was operated on without any anesthetic or anesthesia. Macabre enough, someone was taking notes and video footage of the operation.
“Jealous?” One of the captors whispers to her.
This was a piss poor attempt to scare her as she thought of it as homework. Who knows? Maybe she might do the same thing to everyone responsible. Or even worse.
But it would have to wait; she needs to know who the warden in this demon meat market is. According to her research, the term ‘demon meat market’ was given by the Stygian Society for places that kidnap, torture, sexually assault and kill nephalems. Every demon meat market is operated over the dark web and funded by the wealthy.
It came to no surprise as when she entered into the Grand Hall that she had seen the Holy Mother sitting in her throne, wearing her death mask of Dante Alighieri, wearing a white and yellow rope, symbolizing her as an active God.
She was being flanked by four other individuals who were dressed in robes as well. Marco pretended to be dazed and confused as she took a good look at them from afar. She recognized all for them by their mugshots: Father Raphael and Father Brutus were sitting at Holy Mother’s left while Lord Caliber and Lady Firefly were sitting at her right.
Father Raphael, an androgynous-looking boy who is fancily dressed. He had blueish-purple eyes and done his long purple hair in a long braided ponytail. Beautiful beyond all compare, he states that his hair ornaments seem like something a princess would wear. Father Raphael is strikingly handsome and purposefully dresses “like a girl” because he likes cute things.
Father Brutus is a colossal, statue-like man described as a “black giant” due to his massive muscular size. He gives off the impression of a monster, instantly marked as the Berserker of the Third Revelation. But underneath it, all lies a cold and calculative killer who was indeed a one-man army.
Lady Firefly pretty much dresses up as her favorite anime character. Particularly, she dresses up as her favorite pocket monster called “Gardevoir.” She even has a headpiece covering her whole head and face to make her look like that said character.
Lord Caliber is a dignified man with golden hair standing up like a blazing flame. His face is described as handsome, and his eyes, crimson like blood, are visibly not those of a human and give off a mysterious radiance that makes people wither. He is known to have several red tattoos on his body that are usually hidden underneath his robe that act as enhancements for his magic.
All four of them are crazy as hell. Sexual sadists, serial killers, master manipulators… But not as crazy as the Holy Mother, who at this point remained a mystery.
There were still arguing about what they should do with the townspeople about where they took her from. Most importantly, what they would do with the witness. Of course, Marco listened thoroughly as she kept her head down and pretended to be out of it.
Trying to concentrate, Lady Firefly decided to be nosy as she walked over to Marco, getting a good look at her. Even with her stupid headdress on, she had to peek through the holes of her helmet to get a good look at Marco.
Get out of my face, you weirdo! Marco thought. Oh, how she would love to break both of her kneecaps and her trachea while she was at it. But she had to be smart about it. Her day will come, but not yet.
“You said that she was alone, did you not?” Lord Caliber said in a sophisticated tone.
“Does it matter? We got the target! My main man, Bain, took care of your little Lydia!” Father Raphael spoke in a feminine voice.
“Firefly, get away from her…” Father Brutus, he said in a gravel-sounding voice.
Then Lady Firefly started to giggle in a weird childlike voice while skipping and dancing towards Father Brutus, “this one’s a keeper!” She then sits on Father Brutus while still giggling uncontrollably, flailing her legs around.
“Shut the fuck up already!” Lord Caliber yells, losing his patience.
At least we agree on something, Marco thought.
She looks up to see the four arguing with each other as Father Raphael focuses on Lord Caliber, “yes, Callie, she’s a dime piece. But how many dime pieces have you let turn into rusted pennies?”
“And what kind of use would you have for her, cutie pie. Maybe she could handwash your shit-stained panties for you…” Lord Caliber strikes back.
“And you would have her fuck and suck you dry until she dies. What’s the fun in that? Rumor has it you can’t even last that long with your pencil dick. Is that why you go after 14 and under?” Father Raphael insults as he gets a series of gasps from Father Brutus and Lady Firefly. “At least the boys and girls I have sex with are old enough to drink and drive.”
“Enough talk!” Holy Mother decides to end this debate. “As you all made great arguments on what should we do with this woman. Let it be known! Father Raphael, I will leave this witness in your custody.”
“I object!” Lord Caliber confronts the holy mother. “To be perfectly honest with you, I must urge you to reconsider--”
“Face it, Caliber, you lost. Now go back to your little meat market and wash off some of your cattle. Who knows, some of them might be fresh after all…” Father Raphael gloats.
“I’m not going to be talked down by an insufferable cake boy of a virgin who tries too hard to prove to us that he knows a lot about women while trying to be one--”
“Oh, good for you, hitting below the belt! You talk about me trying too hard! At least I never raped anyone. They usually beg to sleep with me!”
In the background, Father Brutus was scoffing at the ideas while Lady Firefly was instigating the entire war of words between two rivals.
“SHUT! UP! BOTH OF YOU!” Holy Mother warned as they all recoiled in their different ways. “I made myself clear in my decision is final. Father Raphael, do as you wish.”
Father Raphael curtsied, “you’re too kind, Holy Mother.” He then walks over to Marco as they meet face-to-face for the first time. “Let’s see how long you last…”
Then out of nowhere, Marco was stuck in the arm with a needle. She made the costly mistake of letting her guard down too much to get closer to her captors. The sedatives were already working as she fell sound asleep.
As Marco was being carried out of the room, their little meeting was adjourned.
The Holy Mother had to leave for London in a hurry as the other four had other business of their own with themselves. Father Raphael left the Grand Hall first while leaving the other three behind.
It was a perfect time for Father Brutus to confront Lord Caliber for his objection and behavior, “Lord Caliber, what is wrong with you? Would you have almost done was career suicide!”
“I’m not going to give that sissy an inch!” Lord Caliber argued.
“You need to change your tone! He is one of us, whether you like it or not!” Father Brutus reminds.
“He has only been anointed as a part of the Holy Mother’s four horsemen for almost a month, and he refuses to eat some humble pie!” Lord Caliber explains.
“That is up to the Holy Mother, not you! And I suggest you worry about your own business. Those demonic knights are slowly gaining the favor of the local police. They are on to you and your little… public-funded sex parties,” Father Brutus informs as it made Lady Firefly giggle.
“Sex, sex, sex! Sex, sex, sex!” Lady Firefly shouted while giggling, failing arms and kicking her legs up.
Of course, Lord Caliber was already irritated by Lady Firefly, “Did you give this woman her medication…?”
“She’s already operating on 16 pills a day…” Father Brutus confirmed.
“Well, then give her 16 more!” Lord Caliber shouted as he was about to leave.
But Father Brutus stops him, “the Holy Mother and Father Raphael are in love, Lord Caliber. What do you think she chose him over your brother? I know for a fact he is not going to last. As smart, magic savvy, and incredibly strong as he is, Father Raphael is still a 22-year-old boy. He will make a mistake, and when he does, you capitalize on it. This is the first time we have our four. So wait!”
With that stark warning, Father Brutus left the Grand Hall with Lady Firefly skipping behind him.
Lord Caliber hated Father Raphael. He hated the fact that a grown man would wear female clothing and act as a female while calling himself a man in the same vein. It sickens him beyond the point where he would want to beat him to death or make a real woman out of him and castrate him.
If only there were a way…
And then it dawned on him… There something about that woman that seemed a bit off. She wasn’t afraid. This was not the first time he dealt with deposed sleeper agents, as most of them are comfortable liars who catch themselves becoming too convincing. Maybe he can use that to his advantage and probably hope for the best.
