Alder was pacing in the middle of the forest fretfully as he was waiting for the right moment to do what he ought to.

Right after he used his minimal power to put a curse on Knox, he fell weak and dropped to his knees not long after. He was previously vulnerable both physically and magic wise but after using his last bit of energy on a imprudent human ally, he lost it.

He was feeling beaten and aged than previously and he had to gain a little strength before he could get his powers back slowly.

He waited for the time to pass away until the light is gone and darkness take over. It was a long wait in a unfamiliar place with chilling wind tightening his wrinkled skin causing him wither in dry coolness.

His hands were shivering cause of both weakness and cold while the clattering of his teeth is evident that he could soon go into dying unconsciousness if he was not taken care of.

As the moon rose up and the noise coming from the nearby village was gone, he slowly made his way to the village, camouflaging himself behind trees and thick shrubs.

The village was silent which meant they were asleep. That was just the moment Alder was waiting for. He slowly made his way to the entrance of the village where a huge arch and totems stood. Taking cautious steps, he crossed the small clearing and reached a two story house.

He had already known who he was looking for and where he lives so wasting no time, he sneaked into the small house from large window by opening it without making any sound.

Once he was inside, he moved stealthily to a bedchamber upstairs and opened the door to see the one he needed.

Alder was not a person to feel vulnerable or fretful but with time everything has changed. He has become a person he never imagined in his worst nightmares. All of his years of effort were botched.

Taking a breath, he clutched the dragger which he hide inside his inner shirt and unhurriedly moved towards the bed. Although he was anxious, he was also determined. He had to do what he had come for and he shall.

Alder noticed a small figure sleeping on the bed peacefully. By the looks of it, the child was no more than five summers. He was child, a babe.

Aiken...!

He wondered why Madonna wanted death of a child like such. He was no more than five and he was a harmless human. Nonetheless, he proceeded further knowing this is what he wanted too.

Holding the dagger closer, Alder stretched out his hand to close the child's mouth first before attacking him. The house was full and filled with human tribe which gives him a little benefit to defend himself easily if it had to come to it.

Not wasting any time, Alder clasped the boy's mouth tightly making certain no sound was heard from his mouth and pulled out the dagger from his shirt.

Aiken woke up from his sleep with a jerk and struggled to pry the hand away. It was too dark in the chamber for him to see but he could see the spark of the dagger in the air. His eyes widen and moist with tears as he tried to scream for help but Alder had pressed the Aiken's mouth harshly and pushed the sharp dagger into the child's heart in a deep plunge.

The child wailed in pain, thrashed violently to make a noise, any kind of sound to wake up his kin. Alder was having no such thing, he wanted the boy dead quickly so he plunged the dagger into the child's heart again, this time with more force.

Alder, however felt no remorse for what he was doing. It was not just for Witch Madonna he was killing the boy but for himself as well.

He lost all of his powers and strength therefore to first get his strength back; he needs to kill a human. A sin so big to kill an innocent human shall increase his strength through his black magic. As soon as he gained enough strength in his body, he shall start gathering his powers back again.

So killing Aiken was a need. It was two birds with one stone; he shall get a little power and Aiken's skin shall give the young Witch a motive to lead him to Orla.

Knox was a squander but with Witch Madonna's exquisite powers and associations in the paranormal realms, she could easily get him to Orla.

Alder felt the child's thrashing body go limp as the blood oozed out of his heart. It was dark even for him to look around evidently but he coped with to rind the skin of the boy. If he made any sound then he shall be chased so he maintained intense silence while he was peeling the innocent boy's skin.

As he finished, he wrapped the skin in a sack he brought with him and got out of the house, soon out of the village quietly.

"With a drop of innocent blood and a drop of my own in the hell fire, I shall be blessed with portion of my powers back." Alder smiled to himself as he trailed trough the trees in the forest with light steps.

On the other side, two night later there was Madonna smiling to herself as her husband threw a tantrum of setting up for his murder. Although she was disturbed with Lucius knowledge what she had done with his father, she could not help hold her smile when Lucius scowled at her.

"You were certain he would kill, weren't you, you devious witch?" Lucius roared in frustration as he laid back on the bed but kept himself from sleeping.

His wife was one dangerous woman and he shall not trust his life with her again.

"Haw, Milord, do not accuse me. I was defenseless, you are powerful, my husband, A Lord and I entrusted my beliefs into you and sent the demon for you. I knew you would take good care of him." Madonna smiled but soon her smiled turned into a frown.

She scowled at Lucius for being mysterious puzzle to her. "What was the implication behind what you have stated earlier?" She asked cautiously knowing too well that she would not get an answer from him.

Lucius threw her an annoying groan and closed his eyes in an attempt to keep himself from answering. Madonna, however was tricky in such aspects than her husband.

"Be that way, Milord. I shall keep my silence as well when it was my chance to answer your inquisitiveness." She said loudly enough to let him hear how stubborn she was going to be.

Lucius thought for a while and turned to the other side of the bed to see the young Witch sleeping; precisely, pretending to sleep, seeing the small victorious smile threatening to reveal itself to him.

"The demon was here tonight to attack me was no coincidence, darling." Lucius beamed at the now intrigued Madonna.

He saw Madonna adjusting herself to sleep on one side facing him. Their faces were close and so were their bodies. The bed unexpectedly felt small and warm as their eyes clashed.

"Very much astounding, Milord. Who might desire to see you deceased?" Madonna gasped, however Lucius knew it was just pretentious.

She was playing with him!

Damnation!

"The Scarlet Demon king! After all he lost his dear son, his successor to my father." Madonna's gaped a little before she veiled it with a false surprise. Lucius, however noticed it and smiled inwardly.

"The Demon King is a dangerous man. What might the Lord had done to receive the wrath of such vicious King though." She wondered loudly as she countered his mystery with her mockery.

Lucius was getting affected by the intimacy of their bodies, he was having ideas that was getting him hot and bothered. On one hand, he was getting lusty for his wife and on the other side, the same wife is playing with him but he had had enough of it.

"Why, Aiken, King's heir was killed and as per you desire, his skin shall be presented to you soon." Lucius shrugged. "Don't you play asking me why you would do it knowing Aiken was a Demon Prince." He continued before his young witch could pretend again.

Such a pain in his arse!

He was trying to get his answers instead he was giving hers.

"Oh good Lord! Aiken, that little human boy was the King's heir? How startling!" She just found so entertained when she was giving him a false response.

It made him want to bang his head with the theatrics she was performing.

Lucius gulped his exasperation and shrugged with a sad smile while Madonna froze at his revelation.

"Maybe because he killed your father, mother and brother."

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