"Black witch, Circe, let's not beat around the bush because time is scarce and we are running out of it. What's going on in this village?" Damien asked her.
The black witch bared her ugly looking teeth that didn't deter the man and he stared at her, "You need some brushing to do, milady," he joked that had the creature thrash again in agitation for what he just said. If there was one thing the black witches were sensitive about, it was about the way they looked. Almost all the black witches were born to look hideous and it was only because of the spell that they used did they come to hone human-like appearance to appeal to their audience or people they preyed on.
"What is with the village?" he asked her again.
"It is under a spell that is done by our mistress," said Circe, her slit eyes looking at Damien while the tongue slithered in and out of her mouth creating a hiss like sound.
Penny, wanting to know more asked her, "Who is your mistress?"
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