Crash Of The Supernatural

Tremendous thunderstorms resonated all over the arena followed by a series of flashes of lightning as a great downpour descended on the little village of Hilton Bale. The morning cries and howls of animals blazed all over as the sky released a great downpour on them.

From a distance, running footsteps could be heard followed by heavy panting and screams. Cries of pain were so high in the air and blood kept spilling and splashing in it like a massive downpour. The whole arena was in great havoc as a female who had a deep scowl on her face scattered and destroyed things without mercy.

A malicious aura surrounded her as she did things eyes ain't supposed to behold. In swift movements, she yanked off the heads of several mortals both young and old from their shoulders and took out their hearts, drinking their blood and eating their hearts so sweetly with a grin plastered on her face as if it was fresh red wines and bread for body rejuvenation.

"Spare us, witch! We did nothing to you!" One of the mortals who ran for their lives shrieked and landed on a dirt, blowing in hiccups.

The remaining three mortals fell to their knees and clasped their hands together in a pleading manner. They were two males and two females all looking so tattered and at the same time shattered and broken. They weren't seeing her but they knew that she will never let them go.

She was not a being of mercy and love wasn't something she adored. Yet, they wanted to try. "Please spare us." They sobbed and bowed with their faces to the ground. Their tears trickled down their cheeks in waves soaking up their animal skin wears. Only in Hilton Bale could you see old and young mortals crying like babies without shame.

The laughing sound of the female echoed and she appeared, a deep glare on her face.

Her hair was black and white and was so long that it dropped to the ground and kept flying around in the air as if a snake. Her eyes beamed fire and were all red without pupils.

Her nails were thick black and were so long more than three inches long. Almost five inches.

She was decked in all black and smokes emitted from her body in waves making a great thunder rumble and the downpour to increase drastically, drenching the poor souls kneeling and laying before her but had no effect on her. She shook her head and glared at them. "You all know that my ears don't understand the word 'please.' My heart doesn't acknowledge it so why will I listen to your pleas? My law is my law and nothing can change that. Your deaths have been written even in the sky so just accept your fate."

"Please don't kill us. We swear to do anything you want. Please just don't kill us, please."

"Anything I want?" She laughed and clapped her hands and an extraordinary fire came up and surrounded them.

"Yes, witch. We will do anything you want. Please don't kill us."

"What I want is your hearts and blood. Is that much to ask?" She sneered and caressed her long filled hair.

"We are sorry, witch. We are sorry for what happened years ago. Please spare us!" They cried, shivering and groaning in pain due to the hotness of the fire.

Her face darkened and a series of lightning began flashing in great ecstasy. "My ears detest those words." She breathed and increased the fire. She strolled to them and passed through the fire without getting burnt by it.

"What happened in the past should remain in the past, mortals. I am the present and will be the future. This kingdom will keep suffering from my hands and no one will save you all because no one can challenge me!"

From a distance, behind a tree, a male named Daniel watched everything happening with tears in his eyes and a grimace on his chiseled face.

He watched the witch take out the hearts of the mortals in the fire and a part of him shattered.

He clenched his fists and was about to rush out but someone held him back.

"Let me go fight for my people," he whined, struggling with her but she held him close to her heart. "You're only but a mere mortal, baby. A snap of her finger will send you to the afterlife."

"It's better I die a hero than a coward. I should die fighting for my people than keep hiding behind trees each time she begins killing. I'm tired of hiding!" He growled at her and freed himself from her grip. He tried to walk out but she held his leg. "Of what use would it be for you to die, baby? If you do, the witch would still continue her ruthless and malicious acts. You would just be part of those who died. What is the use of a hero if he can't totally save his people? Please I can't lose you. Please don't go. Please." She sobbed.

Daniel sighed and tousled his hair. Letting out a frustrated grunt, he turned back and helped her stand and both walked away, heading home with tears in their eyes and their hearts shattered.

The female who heard everything they discussed took out the last heart, drank the blood off it, and ate it with a grin plastered on her face.

She watched them walk away till they were out of her sight and smiled. "Little Daniel." She breathed and began walking back to her castle at the end of the village. Every mortal and animal that caught sight of her ran for their lives and she laughed, ignoring them.

>Hilton Bale is an ancient abandoned village surrounded by a great sea. No one knew why it got abandoned or why it had no inhabitants. But after five years of being abandoned, a group of humans consisting of witches and the powerless dwelled in it in peace and harmony.

That was years ago before the birth of the female who torments the powerless mortals now.

They all kept living in peace until humans sought leadership and rebelled against the witches. They killed all the witches but a little female got saved as a baby and grew up on her own.

She returned years later and began her course of vengeance. A course she swore never to stop until she killed every being that lives in Hilton Bale. No one knows if she's just a witch or some other thing because she is the greatest witch that ever lived and does things even witches can't do<

>Her appearance commands fear and respect. Both animals and mortals fear her because she's wicked and ruthless. No one dares speak when she's speaking and no one dares challenge her. She does whatever she likes and wants and no one questions her. Murdering is something she loves doing to the extent that she doesn't stay a day without causing havoc. Her main food is human bodies and her main drink is their blood. The aura surrounding her is of dark magic and power. She's no one but the Ancient Witch of the dark; 'Theodora'<