1 prologue

Witches.

I hate them.

Witches.

Beasts and demons in disguise. I hate them. the abomination that is never meant to exist. I hate the very rest of them. If I could kill all of them, I will.

kidding. I can. I just take my time. Their howling screams as I tore them apart and burn their very bones are what I live for. I would avenge them. The victims they've taken for their dark magic rituals. I would kill for them.

for a fact, I don't need the money the church gives me for their bones. I don't need it.

"you. you are going to scream to whoever your lord is. you are gonna tell him, I am coming for him. let's see how his magic fares against my blade." I told the beast in the pretext of a woman in front of me. she looked at me with such spite I loved every second of it.

"Never!" she said spitting on my face. oh, she made a wrong move. I do so love it when they play hard.

I went closer to her and looked her in her eyes. her dark black eyes so full of spite and darkness. I am the light bringer, I don't fear the darkness. as her spit slid down my face, I didn't bother to wipe it. i took out my dagger and put it right on her lips.

"you think you are the first to spit on me?" I asked. "A lot of you demons, have spit on me. but guess what. None live to tell the story."

"Andrean, the light-bringer," she scorned at my name and laughed annoyingly. "you are more beast than the so-called witches you hunt. you are walking in the darkness you so think, you cleanse. you think you are the light bringer? say's who? the one you kill for?"

she spat at my fit once again and looked down. "huh! what a bunch of lies, you kill hundreds of defenseless women and you call yourself the greatest witch hunter? you are nothing but a mindless dog that does nothing but follow the words of the church without even knowing what is going on."

I think I've let this bitch talk too long.

i smiled at her. chuckled at the prospect of insults she was giving me. i am not a dog. i am a warrior of light. "i am tired of this anthem of theirs that never changes.

"i hope you are done, say goodbye to your lips." i said whipping her spit with the dagger and bringing it closer to her lips.

"i don't care. you have already disappointed your mother, what makes you think..!" that's it! i took her lower lips and tore it off. her blood exciting my dogs by the door. but she was not clean for my dogs to feed on. the dogs got in a barking frenzy as i threw her flesh on the ground, not at them but next to her. she screamed. her screams being nothing but music to my ears. I've missed this.

been a long time since I heard this type of screaming since they tried to kill me weeks ago. but i was back, and i was back with vengeance. i took off my tie and tucked it into her mouth as she screamed.

"do please be quiet." i said patting her on the head.

i turned and looked at the monsters tied next to her. they were shaking in fear. the very way i loved it.

"here's a thing." i told them waving the dagger with their friend's blood near their noses. "you gon' tell me who your queen is and i would let you all go. if you don't i will kill all of you."

they shook back and forth and i ungagged one of them and she started crying and screaming she didn't know. she looked good for a monster. i tore her garments and told her to keep quiet. she quickly closed her mouth but still cried.

"where is your queen?" I asked her and she shook her head with tears streaming down her cheeks. i place the blade on the neck of the bitch I've cut her mouth off, and asked her if she was going to tell me or not. she didn't and i slit the throat of the crone, making them scream even more.

They aren't gonna tell me. okay. too bad for them, there is a lot where they came from.

I released my beasts and walked outside. "eat!" I murmured and they did eat. screams made the silent countryside turn annoying as the beast ate the witches. i took out my handkerchief and wiped the blood off my hands before going to clean up at the river. not good to touch the blood of the witches and stay with it for long. makes one too unclean.