The Orange Order

Chapter 143: The Orange Order

"We are here for you," the woman who recently pulled her hood down mentioned to the horned beast. 

The Autumn witch was ensnared inside of this levitating rectangle with orange lights. She was lying down in the air, inside of that rectangle, floating without being able to escape. She tried to move her arms, but it was nearly impossible because of this enchantment that had been bestowed on her, which made it that much more difficult for her to move her body. It was as if there was too much gravity inside of that orange rectangle, therefore, making it impossible to move much. 

Almost as if she was overpowered and squashed by an enormous amount of weight. She felt like a bug. So light. And with no strength compared to the invisible mass that this rectangle was projecting and pushing down on her. Even though she still managed to hold on to the jack-o-lantern scepter, keeping it in the palms of her hands, something intentionally and intelligently snatched the magical scepter right out of her hands and pulled it away from her. Taking it away. 

"No!" she said out loud, shouting in annoyance and desperation. The scepter continued being pulled further and further away from her. It was floating within the interior of the rectangle. It was still with her. There was still some hope for her to get it back, but it was too far away from her at the moment. It was floating there, so close, yet, so far, which bothered the witch. She did everything she could to move her arms, hopefully to float back to her weapon, but this was going to be something that would take some time to achieve… Most likely way too much, but she still had to try her best…

"We? Who's we? You are alone," Junk said to the woman. 

"We are The Orange Order," the woman with the eye patch ultimately revealed to the Minotaur. She smiled. Came across as quite confident. She crossed her arms together and had the side of her wand tapping on her arm. She was waiting for the horned beast to make his move at this point. She wasn't in any rush. Especially since the people, who recently gathered around the former Witch Queen, praising her, had run away. The witch and the knight were alone. Facing her.

"The Orange Order? What is that supposed to be? A new juice brand?" the bull mentioned to her, honestly not knowing what she was talking about. She might be calling her a member of The Orange Order, but that didn't communicate anything to him, really.

"You are following and working with September Autumn and you actually don't know about The Orange Order?" she asked.

"Nope. She never brought you, guys, up. Speaking of which, how many of you are there? I can only see you right now," he told her. He shrugged his shoulders, which would, (in theory), annoyed the hell out of the woman with the orange hair and the eye patch, but she wasn't touched. She ultimately didn't care that the demon knight had never heard of her. It was what it was. It was no big deal at all. 

"We are as many as it is necessary to get the job done," she replied to him as she continued tapping her wand against her arm before eventually sliding it down her heavily exposed and quite generous cleavage in the opening of the late Victorian era dress she was wearing. She rubbed the tip of her wand deeper and deeper into her cleavage. Almost as if she wished for it to turn the beast on.

"If you say so. As I already told you, I only see you here. Alone. So, I'm not too much about friends, babe," he told her. 

"Too," then, the witch with the eye patch surprised the demon by saying this one, short word. No context. Only uttered one word. 'Too'. Nothing else. There was an awkward silence in the air. 

"What are you saying?" The Minotaur wasn't in the mood to figure out the mystery of the eye patch woman with the strange things she was telling him. He cocked his head to the side and began questioning her even more. Who was that bitch in the first place? 

"Our group is also often called that. 'Too'. In one word." 

"Too? Why 'Too'? This doesn't make any sense…" he said. 

"It's an acronym. 'The-Orange-Order'," she spelled out for him. This lady with the long orange hair and the eye patch was weirding the Minotaur out. He didn't know what to make of her. At all. Why was she telling him this kind of stuff? He was losing patience with her. The bull could only stay calm with her for so long. 

"I don't care. Why are you telling me this?" he asked her.

"I thought, perhaps, the former Witch Queen mentioned us to you as 'TOO'," she explained to him as she continued to penetrate that cleavage space between her set of titties with her trusty wand.

"Okay. Shut your mouth and free my boss," he ordered her.

"Nah. Won't happen. Nope. Won't happen unless you agree to switch sides and come work for us, instead, and become our new breeder. We would definitely be a strong and pure creature such as you…" she sensually said to him, teaching, attempting to seduce and entice him as she pulled and pulled on the diving, cleavage section of her dress… Slowly, but surely, revealing more and more chest to him. 

"Don't listen to her, Junk. Leave. Go back to the cauldron prison and ask the warden for help. We undoubtedly need reinforcement on this. There is no doubt that she is not going to keep her promise as well. She only wants to trick you," September warned her follower. The witch was still attempting to reach her scepter. 

"You are accused of wanting to trick him? Look who's talking!" The woman with the eye patch ended up giggling quite a bit. She was amused by what she had just heard.

"No. It's fine, master. No need for more reinforcement, because all the reinforcement you need is right here…" he said to her as he poked his own chest. "And, miss eye patch: I am not going to be joining you, but…" 

One second, he was there, the other, the demon had vanished. The witch with the eye patch looked for him. 

"What? Where is he now?" she asked. 

But then, he surprised her, appearing in her back. 

"... If I require to fuck the hell out of you to free my master, I will…"