"Well why don't you just die, Caladwen? It can't be that hard."
That's what you think, buckaroo. I've tried! But apparently being forced to eat your lover's heart in order to turn you into the vessel of an ancient god can do that to you.
People ask me "Caladwen? What is the difference between you an other witches?"
I'll tell you. The difference is that I want to die. My will to live? It's not there.
this was a speech she had to give too many times, just summarized. She clapped her hands, changing topic.
"Now that that's out of the way, let me squish your cheeks. They're cute and round and I need this."
And push her back it did. None of her spells could withstand the elements themselves, not without preparation. And she did not have the time nor the resources.
Not to pinch his cheeks, anyway.
"You little-!
After a moment of futile attempts to push back, she gave in, blowing
hair out of her face in frustration. This one had a lot of confidence to declare his abilities fatal.
"Yes yes. You have power, I'm just some person. You can mutilated e all you want but I'm not able to die and the weapon to seal me isn't here."
She sounded so lifeless, like
Colorful strings of light began to stitch together the lacerations, healing her hands. If it wasn't for her condition and her years of healing magic knowledge, she would have been angry.
And she still was.
She made a grab for the archangel, moving to bend him over to tan
This little brat. Her lips twitched into a smile, her eyes narrowed. If she could bend him over her knee. . .
"I'm not a demon, kid. And here I thought you were adorable. Maybe you need to be put in time out."
slithering up her arm and around her neck. She stroked her lovely pet, still speaking.
"And here I thought people were amazed by magic tricks, not hostile towards them."
"And here I thought I was already - what do they call it? Ah yes. A treat."
Scales against stone could be heard behind the man. She sat upon a giant black serpent, sliding off of it when she was close enough. The snake shrunk down to the size of a small garden snake before
@Shadowedkiller Waving his hand away, she shook her head. He radiated too much warmth to be an assassin. From the sounds of it, this path may very well take it from him.
"I still don't know why you do. I've done nothing to warrant that trust."