41. Cyrus Heard The Witch. 

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At the time Cyrus found himself in the hut. The laughter of the witch which he continually heard before suddenly stopped and the inside of the hut was filled with strange quietness.

His eyes were still raven and his fangs were still obvious. He continually breathed louder than before and his fingers spread and his nails hardened.

He sauntered his eyes through the hut. All he saw was not what he was familiar with and no matter how further he tried to interpret them, he could not get any better explanation than they were tools for witchcraft.

The smokes in the hut were thicker and these obstructed his clear sight. Though he walked around in the hut, he could not still find any figure that could have been whispering to him.

But this did not mean he will not destroy even the pot he was staring at right at this moment.

This was a big black pot which was filled with coloured portion and it seemed that the smoke which covered the whole hut was thus coming from it.

Though the portion was bubbling which meant that the portion was still being cooked, there was no fire under the pot.

At first, he thought about touching the pot and maybe the boiling portion but he did not.

He angrily kicked the pot with his leg so that the pot may fall sideways and everything would be poured away.

Though he kicked the pot, it did not mean his kick hit the pot because his kick only went through the pot.

Cyrus could not fathom what just happened and he tried for a second time and again the third time but his kick kept going through the pot and only hitting the thin air.

"What the fuck?" He said as he was surprised by what he experienced.

At this moment the silence in the hut became conquered by the incessant screeching sounds of rodents which soon suddenly changed into incessant hissing sounds of the snakes and the chirping sounds of the birds.

At this moment, Cyrus kept looking hither to and around him in search of what was making the sounds.

When he thought he saw someone in a glance even in the smoke, he swung his hand in strength and that his claw would sting into his or her skin. But he has not seen anything. His eyes were only being affected by the powers incarnated into the smoke and the sounds that penetrated into his ears.

Also, these sounds grew into echoes of crying babies in the hut.

The sounds were getting too loud for him and he was getting weak. He could no longer maintain the strength to remain standing on his feet and he fell off balance to the broken floor of the hut.

If that was all, it was a lie. He at this moment began to hear what these wailings grew into. They had grown into the screams of dying mothers and fathers and their words: where they were pleading for their lives to be spared, he could hear in between those screams.

"Those are the souls you have killed and turned into evils of the night." The witch said, finally revealing herself to him.

"You look hu …man en … ough," Cyrus said as he lifted his head to see who had spoken all of a sudden.

Though he still struggled for breath and at this moment his blood was streaming out of his eyes and his nose and his ears and he was battling with severe pain and agony as if his heart was going to explode within him.

He placed his hands on his chest as he tried to endure the unbearable pain. Still, it did not mean he stopped staring at the witch.

When the witch of the hut came closer to him, he could see clearly her tattered garment and her torn flesh and burnt face.

But all of a sudden, her burnt face began to change as fast as the tickling hand of the clock to another face and to another face and another face repeatedly.

"These are those you and your kind burnt at the temple of Livee. Do you remember, Cyrus?" She asked.

"These are those who you and your devilish clowns burnt alive at the rituals. Did you forget? She yelled in echoes.

Though Cyrus did not remember any of these faces, he believed the witch was among those that were burnt at the temple.

"I regretted nothing and you deserved to die." He said breathing heavily.

The witch will not let this slide as she made sure he puffed out blood from his mouth only by crafting her fingers in the manner that she wants to choke him. And though she did not touch a single hair of him, he felt choked and when he was finally released, he felt like he was going to vomit his heart.

"I … w .. ill"

"Will you enjoy the savoury taste of my blood?" The witch interrupted as he was going to say something.

At this time, she began to express herself in her continuous evil laugh.

"How can you feed on the blood of someone who is already dead?" She asked as she showed him her real face.

At this moment, she crafted the smoke around her into her palm and showed Cyrus her past events of how his grandmother sought her life and how she placed a curse on his kind.

Not only that, but he also saw how she turned herself to the hut and how she killed herself inside of the hut so that the curse shall not be redeemed.

And at the instant she had shown him all of it, she began again in her wicked laugh. When she walked more closely to him and touched his jaws with her long nails,

"There is nothing called the originals, I created your kind and I will see to your end and that of your kind. After all, you are my vengeance." She said slowly in her burst of laughter.