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There was a deep chuckling heard from the man's throat. He looked over to the reporter across from him with a smirk. "So you want to know about the Black Witch of Ra? The person people think they know, but don't even know the half of it?" He opened his arms slightly and tilted his head to the right in sarcasm. His white hair bounced lightly on his scarred face as his ponytail swung back and forth from the sudden movement.
The man's narrow golden eyes had an unnatural gleam. It was further highlighted by the red face paint on his pale skin. The make up looked more or less like war paint, someone ready for the battle field. Not exactly for someone who was dressed so. . . regally.
A small black and red crown adorned his head. It was a wonder how the heavy accessory even stayed in place. His red velvet coat was trimmed with black fur and adorned with gold buttons and decorative ropes. His shoulders were covered in red and gold armor of the Reve Rouille and the black and red cape of the Hidden Ace.
Red. Black. Red. Black. The colors of Durem, but the wearer was not from that town. He was an Aekean, but wasn't dressed or even acted the part. Aekeans wore more functional clothing. Durem didn't. Durem had class, Aekea didn't. At least that was the common stereotype for the two towns.
The man leaned back onto the table. His ruby pendant, cradled in silver hung from his neck as his red earrings dangled from under his white hair. He looked like he was enjoying the theatrical movement. His smirk turned into a smile, "First, the oath. . ."
He pulled away from the reporter and sat back down in the chair. "Under oath of the Guardians of Ra, you may not repeat or distribute any information of the sect. . . Under penalty of being sieged until all that information has been withdrawn."
He intertwined his fingers as he sat back in his chair, sliding a little lower. "Now that you have heard and understand the oath. Are you willing to take such an oath?"
The reporter nodded half heartedly. To be honest, the poor guy just wanted to get this over with and not die in the process. Despite the assurance of magic sinks in the room, he didn't feel completely safe in the presence of the mad witch-er, warlock.
"It's on your head," the man smiled. "The Witch or Warlock of Ra. . . A title given to someone who lost their sanity. . Most of it," he placed a white gloved hand on his chest, "like myself. Aside from that, there is little to no difference between a Priestess or Priest or even Guardian of Ra to a Witch or Warlock." He placed his hand down and rested it on top of the other.
"Now where to start. . . You want the whole truth so you can twist my words into propaganda. Right? You want to know everything about me so you and your OmniDrink buddies can play me like a jukebox. Right? Am I right? Ha ha. . . I am right.
"You see. . . . A lot of stupid s**t happened to me. I'm not saying it's a series of tragedy behind tragedy. At the time, it felt like a tragedy every time but you know what? It was just a bunch of stupid people who did stupid things to piss me off. Little things piled on and became bigger things. When that happens, I'm a little more than annoyed.
Now, being a teenager at the time didn't help any. Of course, the jinx that back fired on me didn't make things any better. The closest and only real friend I had was Jabber. He was a tough b*****d of a dragon kin. He can live up to what you can expect out of someone like him. Highly resistant to magic, great strength and brave," the warlock sighed from remembering the days of his younger years. The better days of his life.
"There weren't much dragon kins back then. Just a few families that moved in from the mountains. Jabber and I made a great team. We were both outcasts and life was good. We even dated for a while. . . By Ra, if we both still had normal lives. . . I think we would have a family by now. I'll tell you one thing, he was great in bed. Pretty kinky for a dragon. So many things I didn't know. . . Some I wish I didn't know. Eh heh heh. . ." he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Can't do much about the past now can I? The power over time doesn't come with being a Guardian of Ra. It's not in our mandatory training, you see."
"Actually, training was what got me my jinx in the first place. I was being stupid about it, obviously. I wanted to try out all the curses and jinxes on a mirror. I wanted to see if I can make the unluckiest mirror of all of Aekea. Guess what? Everything backfired. I didn't get the memo that you weren't suppose to mix certain spells together. I learned the hard way. The jinx got down to a manageable level. I only became a walking unlucky rabbit foot when I was pissed off or horribly upset."
He started to laugh, "I remember the ridiculous outfit my father had to wear every time I was depressed. It always made me laugh. He had a garland of rabbit feet around his neck. A long string of garlic hung over his shoulder. He had a mini dream catcher on one ear. A large four leafed clover attached to a hairband. Silver horse shoe buckles. Yellow pants. Mom's turquoise ankh. Asorted bells and hanging amulets attached to his belt. Random feathers in a collar. A couple peacock feathers here and there. Sometimes, he wore a raven mask that had a wooden beak. Others, he would be in a bear costume or even wearing dragon scales.
"You know, there were a lot of amulets on him, not just for luck either. All the protection and healing ones were on him. Though it was mostly the lucky charms that covered him. There was the turquoise, tiger eyes, quartz, moonstones, garnet, ambers, shark teeth, turtles, frogs, elephants, pigs. . . The whole thing.
"Ra have mercy, that outfit must've been heavy as hell and hard to move around in. I always know he was coming because of the amount of racket he would make while moving around. Oh, it was horribly funny to watch him struggle with that. It was always a pick me up every time I saw that. I think Jabber wore it once or twice too,
"I think Jabber had the more humorous appearance. They tied red ribbons all over his tail with bells. Gave him a bear fur cape, the raven mask, a totem stick, the feathered collar, amulets, everything. Ah, Ra that was great. He had an akward time moving about in that get up. He even danced a little. . . Told me that seeing me smile and laugh was worth the pain and embarrassment. If that's not commitment and dedication, I don't know what is."
"Umm. . . Sorry to intterrupt but-"
"Oh, right. The time I got called a witch. I know, I know," The warlock waved the concern off. He gave a small frown, it wasn't a happy memory. "Some p***k came into Aekea, claiming to be from MAGIC. You know, the stupid organization that is supposed to handle anything magic and unnatural. Well, anyways, turned out that this guy was an identity thief. A literal one. He was a ******** stalker. Hated anything magic and non-human. Started to hound us unnatural people and then it got too far.
"To be short to the point, he kidnapped me and a bunch of others. Jabber and a couple of his friends tried to go the knight in shining armor route. That didn't end so well. Jabber lost his limbs and a bit of his tail. I snapped, killed the guy and basically went on a rampage," he looked up at the ceiling with his brows furrowed. He wasn't very. . . . . At ease or even neutral. It was down right, disappointment. "So much I could have had but lost. I lost it. But if I didn't lose it, Jabber would have been dead. Like hell I'll let him die in front of me."
The warlock groaned and held his head. He pushed the bangs out of his face and sat up straight. "That ******** cost me more than my sanity. I killed a s**t ton of people. Destroyed a lot of buildings. That's a lot I can't even give back in a life time. The town's saving grace was my dad. Ra smiled upon him and I hope he still does. It takes a lot of guts to throw yourself in the line of fire like that. I left Aekea after that. Went on a pilgrimage to get some bit of my sanity back. Didn't come back until the water balloon thing.
"Stayed for a bit afterward and was called in be the Aekean guard to help them. They wanted me to take down my boyfriend. He went psychotic after I left town the first time. The dragon kin went on a man-eating spree. The guards were planning to put the stupid Jabberwocky our of his misery. They wanted him dead. Like hell I would let them. It took a lot of work, but I got him into the asylum. They took his prosthetic limbs and hooked him up to life support. Ra have mercy. . . .
"I saw that look in his eyes. He wanted me to stay with him. It was like he was begging me to stay with him in Aekea. I wanted to, but I wasn't even close to being mentally stable either. It tore me apart to leave him like that. I did come back eventually.
"When I did, it was the first and only time he actually killed me. That was the first time I died. The next time I came back, he was pretty much paralyzed in complete shock. He told me that he ate me and didn't know how the hell I was able to come back from the grave. I said to him, `I'm magic, remember?` Ha ha. . . ha. . . Eye for an eye. I stayed in Aekea with him until OmniDrink had a hand in the town. ********. I wanted to get him out.
"OmniDrink didn't just take my boyfriend and turned him into a pawn. No. . . They black mailed my cousin to work for them. They kidnapped and held my father as a hostage. They made it personal. So yeah, I'm taking this personally. Every day OmniDrink keeps my ex and my family, I get a little less patient. I want revenge. I wanted to rip out OmniDrink's heart, beat it into the ground drop into scalding hot oil, jam it in the crane gears, use it as target practice and finally suffocate them by stuffing the thing down their throats. And I'm not even telling you what I'm doing with the rest of the body. I can come up with worst.
"You know what the kicker is? I don't care who lives or who dies. The friends I've made now? They're busy trying to save this s**t of a town. The town with no soul. Just fear and stupidity. Why not just blow everything to hell and start over again? Aekea did it once, it can damn well do it again. I raised hell in the town when I was just a teenager. Now? I'll raise more than just hell. I have more skills and magic at my arsenal. I'm not afraid to use them either.
"The only thing standing between me and blowing this town sky high is this little bit of sanity I have left that still thinks the town can save itself. No. It can't. This place is filled with disease and swine. All they're good for is killing. Let them fear me. I don't ******** care anymore. This city needs to be burned to the ground. I thought we could cure them but it was too late. Then I thought we could just amputate a few limbs to save the body. No. . . Right now, it's gonna be doctor assisted homicide."
The man's narrow golden eyes had an unnatural gleam. It was further highlighted by the red face paint on his pale skin. The make up looked more or less like war paint, someone ready for the battle field. Not exactly for someone who was dressed so. . . regally.
A small black and red crown adorned his head. It was a wonder how the heavy accessory even stayed in place. His red velvet coat was trimmed with black fur and adorned with gold buttons and decorative ropes. His shoulders were covered in red and gold armor of the Reve Rouille and the black and red cape of the Hidden Ace.
Red. Black. Red. Black. The colors of Durem, but the wearer was not from that town. He was an Aekean, but wasn't dressed or even acted the part. Aekeans wore more functional clothing. Durem didn't. Durem had class, Aekea didn't. At least that was the common stereotype for the two towns.
The man leaned back onto the table. His ruby pendant, cradled in silver hung from his neck as his red earrings dangled from under his white hair. He looked like he was enjoying the theatrical movement. His smirk turned into a smile, "First, the oath. . ."
He pulled away from the reporter and sat back down in the chair. "Under oath of the Guardians of Ra, you may not repeat or distribute any information of the sect. . . Under penalty of being sieged until all that information has been withdrawn."
He intertwined his fingers as he sat back in his chair, sliding a little lower. "Now that you have heard and understand the oath. Are you willing to take such an oath?"
The reporter nodded half heartedly. To be honest, the poor guy just wanted to get this over with and not die in the process. Despite the assurance of magic sinks in the room, he didn't feel completely safe in the presence of the mad witch-er, warlock.
"It's on your head," the man smiled. "The Witch or Warlock of Ra. . . A title given to someone who lost their sanity. . Most of it," he placed a white gloved hand on his chest, "like myself. Aside from that, there is little to no difference between a Priestess or Priest or even Guardian of Ra to a Witch or Warlock." He placed his hand down and rested it on top of the other.
"Now where to start. . . You want the whole truth so you can twist my words into propaganda. Right? You want to know everything about me so you and your OmniDrink buddies can play me like a jukebox. Right? Am I right? Ha ha. . . I am right.
"You see. . . . A lot of stupid s**t happened to me. I'm not saying it's a series of tragedy behind tragedy. At the time, it felt like a tragedy every time but you know what? It was just a bunch of stupid people who did stupid things to piss me off. Little things piled on and became bigger things. When that happens, I'm a little more than annoyed.
Now, being a teenager at the time didn't help any. Of course, the jinx that back fired on me didn't make things any better. The closest and only real friend I had was Jabber. He was a tough b*****d of a dragon kin. He can live up to what you can expect out of someone like him. Highly resistant to magic, great strength and brave," the warlock sighed from remembering the days of his younger years. The better days of his life.
"There weren't much dragon kins back then. Just a few families that moved in from the mountains. Jabber and I made a great team. We were both outcasts and life was good. We even dated for a while. . . By Ra, if we both still had normal lives. . . I think we would have a family by now. I'll tell you one thing, he was great in bed. Pretty kinky for a dragon. So many things I didn't know. . . Some I wish I didn't know. Eh heh heh. . ." he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Can't do much about the past now can I? The power over time doesn't come with being a Guardian of Ra. It's not in our mandatory training, you see."
"Actually, training was what got me my jinx in the first place. I was being stupid about it, obviously. I wanted to try out all the curses and jinxes on a mirror. I wanted to see if I can make the unluckiest mirror of all of Aekea. Guess what? Everything backfired. I didn't get the memo that you weren't suppose to mix certain spells together. I learned the hard way. The jinx got down to a manageable level. I only became a walking unlucky rabbit foot when I was pissed off or horribly upset."
He started to laugh, "I remember the ridiculous outfit my father had to wear every time I was depressed. It always made me laugh. He had a garland of rabbit feet around his neck. A long string of garlic hung over his shoulder. He had a mini dream catcher on one ear. A large four leafed clover attached to a hairband. Silver horse shoe buckles. Yellow pants. Mom's turquoise ankh. Asorted bells and hanging amulets attached to his belt. Random feathers in a collar. A couple peacock feathers here and there. Sometimes, he wore a raven mask that had a wooden beak. Others, he would be in a bear costume or even wearing dragon scales.
"You know, there were a lot of amulets on him, not just for luck either. All the protection and healing ones were on him. Though it was mostly the lucky charms that covered him. There was the turquoise, tiger eyes, quartz, moonstones, garnet, ambers, shark teeth, turtles, frogs, elephants, pigs. . . The whole thing.
"Ra have mercy, that outfit must've been heavy as hell and hard to move around in. I always know he was coming because of the amount of racket he would make while moving around. Oh, it was horribly funny to watch him struggle with that. It was always a pick me up every time I saw that. I think Jabber wore it once or twice too,
"I think Jabber had the more humorous appearance. They tied red ribbons all over his tail with bells. Gave him a bear fur cape, the raven mask, a totem stick, the feathered collar, amulets, everything. Ah, Ra that was great. He had an akward time moving about in that get up. He even danced a little. . . Told me that seeing me smile and laugh was worth the pain and embarrassment. If that's not commitment and dedication, I don't know what is."
"Umm. . . Sorry to intterrupt but-"
"Oh, right. The time I got called a witch. I know, I know," The warlock waved the concern off. He gave a small frown, it wasn't a happy memory. "Some p***k came into Aekea, claiming to be from MAGIC. You know, the stupid organization that is supposed to handle anything magic and unnatural. Well, anyways, turned out that this guy was an identity thief. A literal one. He was a ******** stalker. Hated anything magic and non-human. Started to hound us unnatural people and then it got too far.
"To be short to the point, he kidnapped me and a bunch of others. Jabber and a couple of his friends tried to go the knight in shining armor route. That didn't end so well. Jabber lost his limbs and a bit of his tail. I snapped, killed the guy and basically went on a rampage," he looked up at the ceiling with his brows furrowed. He wasn't very. . . . . At ease or even neutral. It was down right, disappointment. "So much I could have had but lost. I lost it. But if I didn't lose it, Jabber would have been dead. Like hell I'll let him die in front of me."
The warlock groaned and held his head. He pushed the bangs out of his face and sat up straight. "That ******** cost me more than my sanity. I killed a s**t ton of people. Destroyed a lot of buildings. That's a lot I can't even give back in a life time. The town's saving grace was my dad. Ra smiled upon him and I hope he still does. It takes a lot of guts to throw yourself in the line of fire like that. I left Aekea after that. Went on a pilgrimage to get some bit of my sanity back. Didn't come back until the water balloon thing.
"Stayed for a bit afterward and was called in be the Aekean guard to help them. They wanted me to take down my boyfriend. He went psychotic after I left town the first time. The dragon kin went on a man-eating spree. The guards were planning to put the stupid Jabberwocky our of his misery. They wanted him dead. Like hell I would let them. It took a lot of work, but I got him into the asylum. They took his prosthetic limbs and hooked him up to life support. Ra have mercy. . . .
"I saw that look in his eyes. He wanted me to stay with him. It was like he was begging me to stay with him in Aekea. I wanted to, but I wasn't even close to being mentally stable either. It tore me apart to leave him like that. I did come back eventually.
"When I did, it was the first and only time he actually killed me. That was the first time I died. The next time I came back, he was pretty much paralyzed in complete shock. He told me that he ate me and didn't know how the hell I was able to come back from the grave. I said to him, `I'm magic, remember?` Ha ha. . . ha. . . Eye for an eye. I stayed in Aekea with him until OmniDrink had a hand in the town. ********. I wanted to get him out.
"OmniDrink didn't just take my boyfriend and turned him into a pawn. No. . . They black mailed my cousin to work for them. They kidnapped and held my father as a hostage. They made it personal. So yeah, I'm taking this personally. Every day OmniDrink keeps my ex and my family, I get a little less patient. I want revenge. I wanted to rip out OmniDrink's heart, beat it into the ground drop into scalding hot oil, jam it in the crane gears, use it as target practice and finally suffocate them by stuffing the thing down their throats. And I'm not even telling you what I'm doing with the rest of the body. I can come up with worst.
"You know what the kicker is? I don't care who lives or who dies. The friends I've made now? They're busy trying to save this s**t of a town. The town with no soul. Just fear and stupidity. Why not just blow everything to hell and start over again? Aekea did it once, it can damn well do it again. I raised hell in the town when I was just a teenager. Now? I'll raise more than just hell. I have more skills and magic at my arsenal. I'm not afraid to use them either.
"The only thing standing between me and blowing this town sky high is this little bit of sanity I have left that still thinks the town can save itself. No. It can't. This place is filled with disease and swine. All they're good for is killing. Let them fear me. I don't ******** care anymore. This city needs to be burned to the ground. I thought we could cure them but it was too late. Then I thought we could just amputate a few limbs to save the body. No. . . Right now, it's gonna be doctor assisted homicide."
