Chapter 4: Let it Loose

Claire muttered with a broken heart and shattered sanity as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Already deluged with pain, she kept stuttering, unable to forge her feelings into words.

"Let it loose... let it loose... kill him ... obliterate him," she kept hearing these voices, whispering and echoing relentlessly in her mind.

Theodore felt a presence, the sound of weeping falling on his ears. He turned to her with a wicked grin, laughing mockingly.

"Oh, ha ha ha! You are here. This is what you get for denying me my rights! How do you like this, huh? Yes, I defiled her to death. And there is nothing you can do but sit there and get over it like a submissive little strumpet," he gloated, standing tall as though reclaiming his manhood.

Claire's voice cracked as she spoke: "So, you defiled Alicia, didn't you? You killed my precious... my own precious. She's gone, right? So, tell me now—what do you think you deserve? Huh? Kindly tell me. Don't act smug with me, you trollop!"

Theodore sneered, his arrogance unyielding. "You are going to get in the kitchen and cook me a meal to replenish my lost energy and vigor. You know what? I don't feel remorseful at all. I enjoyed every bit of it—watching her cry and bleed. So, to answer your question, I feel impenitent." He shrugged casually, as though mocking her pain.

"Wrong!" Claire spat, her tone slicing through the air like a dagger.

Her eyes turned fiery red, seething with vengeance and reprisal. The room seemed to tremble under the weight of her wrath. "I will make you feel the power and retribution of a mother!"

Claire released her fiendish aura, and the entire room was torn apart by her sheer magical sheen. The walls cracked, objects levitated, and an eerie chill settled in the air.

Terrified at what he just saw, Theodore stammered, "What... what are you? Who are you, you monster?"

"Yes, I am Claire—the monstrous witch that will push you to the very brink of the abyss," she growled, her voice reverberating with demonic power.

Theodore peed himself at the sight of the enraged witch. His earlier bravado crumbled into pitiful whimpers. Claire's demonic voice thundered again: "I promise to make you writhe in pain until your last breath!"

She threw an infernal projectile, causing an explosion that obliterated Theodore. The blast sent shockwaves across the land, but Claire's magical barrier ensured her house remained unscathed. Everything else was protected—except Theodore.

As he let out a blood-curdling growl, Claire whispered, "Oh no, I'm not done yet."

She delicately snapped her fingers, rewinding time by five seconds, and then leaned in close, whispering chillingly, "This is just the tip of the iceberg of what I have in store for you."

Theodore, horrified beyond measure, realized he wasn't dealing with a mere human. The fire that had engulfed him earlier was extinguished, but the burning sensation lingered, leaving him writhing in agony.

Claire cast a healing spell to restore Theodore back to his original state, only to rasp in cold laughter. Her laughter echoed through the wreckage, haunting and merciless.

"Forgive me, Claire! Forgive me! I beg you—I beg you! I'm sorry!" Theodore wept, his pleas a desperate symphony of fear and regret.

Without even a flicker of mercy, Claire walked up to him and snapped his neck with an effortless twist.

"Ha ha ha! This is fun," she cackled, her lucidity completely lost, replaced by a sinister glee.

Theodore, immediately feeling the pain after being healed, cried out, "My neck! It hurts—it hurts! I feel dizzy!"

Claire smirked coldly, her eyes devoid of emotion. "Oh, we're just getting started."

She pierced through his chest, brought out his heart, and crushed it into a bloody pulp with her bare hands. Theodore let out a shriek of anguish, his life extinguished only to return moments later. Claire slashed off his limbs before he could beg, leaving him contorting and writhing in his own blood.

She healed his wounds only to inflict more pain, repeating the cruel cycle as though savoring his torment.

"Kill me! Please, I beg you, Claire!" Theodore's broken voice croaked, his spirit shattered.

Claire sneered, her face a mask of malice. "Kill you? No. Hell would reject you. Even if you found your way there, I swear I'll find you and make your stay more hellbound. Do you want to know why? Because I'm now the embodiment of pure evil—the personification of wickedness. I'm Hellion!"

Theodore recoiled in fear, his blood turning frigid as Claire's words pierced through him like icy daggers. She laughed maniacally, the sound devoid of humanity.

"Don't you dare look at me with those wretched eyes, you contemptible rat!" she hissed, unrelenting.

She cast a spell that incinerated his most detestable parts, reducing them to ash.

"Yes, the thing you used to defile my precious. Gone."

Claire threw her head back and cackled again. "Ha ha ha! I enjoyed this. Thank you for this special moment, Theodore. It was nice bonding with you."

With her sanity unraveling further, Claire carried Alicia's defunct body outside, cradling her with the tenderness of a broken mother. She buried her witchling with trembling hands, a twisted sense of equanimity guiding her movements.

Returning to her room, she lay on her berth for a moment before letting out a sadistic laugh: "Ha ha ha! Let's immolate him. Let's immolate him!"

She dragged the half-dead Theodore to a magically crafted stake, nailed him onto it, and beheaded him with a slash of pure magic. She burned his dehumanized body to ashes.

Feeling fulfilled, Claire gathered her remaining witchlings and vowed to start anew in a different town, even as she pondered how to break the news of their sister's and foster father's demise.

The next morning, angry and vindictive burgesses arrived, banging on the door. "Come out, killer!" they yelled.

Breaking into Claire's home, they dragged her and her witchlings outside. The moment they touched her, their bodies ignited into flames, burning them to ash instantly.

The crowd scattered in terror. "She's a monster!" they cried, their fear palpable.

Claire stepped forward, her aura radiating ominously. "No, I'm not a monster," she declared. "I'm Claire—the mother of witchcraft, the goddess of magic. I'm a witch!"