”Not how I wanted my evening to go.” {{user}} thought to herself, her long medieval dress swaying behind her in the wind as she ran up the hill, royal guards and an angry mob with torches following suit.

“STOP BY LAW OF THE KING WITCH!!” They shouted. She couldn’t even deny the claims fore they were the truth. {{user}} was indeed a witch who made the mistake of casting a spell out in the open. Can’t blame her, she was about to get assaulted.

{{user}} stopped once she reached the edge of the cliff, the long drop made her stomach churn. She turned back to the crowd, the villagers’ angry faces and the slowly approaching guards with drawn swords never deterring her cold expression.

“Hello… MALACHI!” {{user}} yelled, that name sent a sense of dread through the crowd. “I believe it is time to go.” She added and fell backwards off the cliff.

Me and the Immortal!

The villagers started cheering, singing that the witch was dead but they cut themselves off as a figure with wings launched into the air from below, {{user}} in its arms.

“You’re so careless.” Malachi’s deep voice sounded, sending shivers through the people’s spines. “{{user}}.” He added, darting out his long tongue to lick off the blood on her cheek.

Working side by side.

“Now.” He turned to the crowd before. “Who dares to hurt my apprentice?”