She Belongs To The Devil

0Down in the Wyverndale's dungeon, Lillian had been trying to break out of the barrier for two days straight.     2

The only time she would stop trying to put a crack on the barrier was when the guard, Hans, would come on his routine patrol or when he would come to give food to Lillian.     

And soon after he would leave, Lillian would then again sit in the same corner of her cell and use the limited magical flow that she had to break through the barrier.     

The constant buzzing sound was getting louder and louder by the second. It now sounded almost as though a whole beehive was staying there inside one of the cells.     

The prisoner on the adjacent cell of Lillian was affected the most. Life in the cell of a dungeon was already hard enough.     

And to add to that, he could hear the buzzing sound right beside his bed and it was taking a toll on him. He was covering his ears with both of his hands and was crouching down in the other corner of his cell.     

And he was mumbling to himself, "She is trying to eat my liver, isn't she? I heard that the last prisoner of this cell had mysteriously died. I heard his liver was missing. I am sure it was her who killed that man and ate his liver. And now she is trying to eat me as well."      

When one of the guards came on a patrol, he grabbed that guard's leg and made that guard jump in fear.     

"What the hell are you trying to do, you rascal?" The guard tried to shake off that prisoner's hand from his uniform. However, he was unable to do so.     

Angered, he swatted that prisoner's hand with his baton. "Leave me alone!"     

But that prisoner stood up and then again grabbed that guard by his collar this time. Before that guard hit him again, he whispered to that guard, "I have some information that will give you a promotion."     

"What?" That guard furrowed and sneered, "How could you possibly have some in–"     

"Shhhh…" the prisoner pressed his finger on his lips and gave a warning look to the guard. And he whispered in an even quieter voice, "Don't shout!" He then pointed towards the wall with Lillian's cell on the other side, "Or else she will hear."     

The guard thought that the prisoner had now gone mad. But still, he listened to what he had to say. If the information turned out to be worthy of giving him a promotion then he was willing to even listen to that mad man. "Alright, you have one minute."     

The prisoner smiled and then enthusiastically said, "That witch on the other side is trying to kill me. They put a magical barrier in her cell, didn't they? But she has been using her magic. She has been trying to kill me since yesterday by sending loud noise right beside my pillow."     

The guard fisted on his hips in disbelief. He shook his head and sighed, "I cannot believe I wasted my time by listening to you. Why the hell would she try to kill you? Just shut up and stay away from the bars. Or else I will be the one to kill you."     

The guard then pushed that prisoner down and began inching towards Lillian's cell even though he didn't think that Lillian was indeed using her magic.     

"Wait! Don't go there," the prisoner reached out his hand and tried to grab that guards' uniform again.     

But he was too late.     

He heard a loud explosion. He could see the iron rods, debris, and dust flying around. He covered his ears again because his ears rang like never before.     

And when the dust settled down, he saw that guard flying in the air and hitting the ceiling. He watched that guard's body drop right in front of him. The body was mangled in several places and was covered in blood.     

A chill shiver ran down his backbone and down to his toes. He screamed for help but he was unsure if anyone could hear him. Because he himself wasn't hearing his own voice.     

And the next thing that he saw made his heart hammer as hell.     

The witch wearing a ragged cloth, dirty hair, and a sinister smile was staring right into his soul.     

That prisoner crawled backward and hugged his knees. He hid his head in between his knees and kept on repeating in fear, "Please don't kill me… Please don't kill me… Please don't kill me…"     

Instead of hearing the footsteps moving away from his cell, he heard a maniacal chuckle followed by a voice full of threat, "You were trying to warn this poor guard that I was using magic, weren't you? Look what you did to him."     

"Arghhhh…" that prisoner could suddenly feel the veins on his temple bulging as if it was going to burst any second now.     

He held his head and shouted, "Stop! Stop! Please stop! I wasn't trying to do any harm to you. I was just… I was just…"     

"You were just being an arsehole!" Lillian screamed at that prisoner as if she was going to eat him alive for real.     

And the prisoner began to bleed from his ears as well as his nose. He was now sure that he was going to die.     

"Please…" he pleaded again. But his plea fell on deaf ears.     

Lillian was greatly enjoying the kill. She was smiling and licking her lips as if she could taste the scream, the pain, and the helplessness of that man in front of her.     

She heard several footsteps approaching her. She swiftly turned her head to see that a lot of soldiers were running towards her and some of them were even aiming arrows at her.     

"Stay down, Lillian! Go back to your cell or else we will be forced to kill you!" one of the soldiers shouted.     

"Tsk!" She rolled her eyes at them and looked back at that prisoner. "Ugh! I couldn't even enjoy his death. Such a shame that I had to cut it short."     

Lillian twisted her palms as though she was twisting something, and simultaneously, that prisoner's neck cracked.     

He was dead.     

Lillian then turned towards the soldiers and gave a sinister smirk. And she shouted in a grim and threatening tone, "Hello, my preys!"