Chapter 51.

Lewitt Holmes knew he was wrong for breaking the protection barrier. He knew better than anyone else. He came from a family of witches. And he was well versed in the dark arts himself, but his needs had overridden his common sense and he was no longer thinking straight.

He had to call her. He had to let her know. Besides it had been months since he saw her, he needed to see her.

He thought as he started removing the wards in his apartment. He started by lighting up a couple of candles and herbs, he was a little rusty when it came to magic but he wasn't totally clueless. He knew what to do.

He chanted his spells and lighted his herbs, he went on for a full hour before he gradually felt the weakening spell completely winked out.

By then he was already tired and he felt weak.
But he felt the air change and knew she was coming for him. She must have felt his desperation, his pleas, she knew the boundaries were down and she didn't hesitate to come for him.


An heavily veiled figure appeared at his door, like a creature created from darkness. It looked like she had emerged from the shadows.

His heart dropped in his mouth but he maintained a small smile as he bowed to her.

He could barely contain his excitement.

He had rarely ever seen her face, he only knew her by the presence she commanded.
That was all.
But he knew that she was beautiful, most nights he dreamed of her beauty.

Of how she would look like and when he would look upon the face of his queen. But she didn't trust him enough to show his face and not when he was an ordinary warlock compared to her.

Her moon white bony hands were the only thing he could see in the dark red robes she had on.

And frankly, that was enough for him, he would worship at her feet if she would let him.


"Lewitt."

His name sounded like a whisper in her mouth and he briefly closed his eyes to cherish how she called his name.

"You called?"

She said. It was more of a question than a statement. She stood rigid in front of his door, waiting, waiting for him to say something.

He wondered if it was because of the protection spell.

If she was still waiting because of that.

He wondered if there were still remains there, a sort of hidden alarm that would set the council and private agents on her trail if she knew.

"Yes... I had to. It's been so long."

He muttered nervously and there was a long calculating silence from her.

"Yes. It has been so long. You and the rest of the council have been hiding from me like sewer rats."

"The protection was enforced on us for our own safety."

Ianthe scoffed.

Safety indeed. If she really wanted to kill them she would have found other ways to. Majority of them were not worth the effort though.

"And why have you called me out?"

She sounded mildly irritated but Lewitt ignored her irritation, she would be happy to hear what he had for her.

"We had an agreement. I've failed to uphold mine."

Lewitt said as he bowed. He was shaking and sweating at the same time. His whole body filled with terror and fascination. For her, for what she might do to him.

"Have you come here to submit yourself for punishment?"

She asked and he shook his head and fell to his knees.

"If you would allow my help, I would get you into the state building. I know you've been trying to get into it."


Ianthe laughed softly.


"Oh Lewitt! Do you really think you can help me?"

"I know the state building is practically impregnable. There's nothing of use that you can do for me."

She saw right through his lies but she still didn't understand why he had sought her out. He had nothing for her and she could easily kill him since his wards were low.

Did he think she would show him mercy?

Oh no.

"That's not all! That's not all I have for you!"

"What else?"

Ianthe asked.

She was getting bored of him already.
Bored of the things he said and the things he did.

"There's a girl. An FBI agent and a candidate for Mayor. They're both looking for you. They know it's you whose been killing those people and they are trying very hard to find you..."

Of course. Agent Suna and Crispin Bjorn the infamous demon hunter who came from a long line of demon hunters.

There wasn't much they could do.

She had bigger fishes to fry.

But Lewitt.

Oh Lewitt had wasted her time.

He had nothing tangible to say or do.

She shook her head as she held out her wrist. She pricked a vein with one sharpenes nail and dark red blood spilled.


She let it drop to the hardwood floor and whispered a few words.

Lewitt was still confused as to what she was doing and why she was doing it. In the blink of an eye a creature materialised from thin air.

A demon? Some feral thing with smooth, near-translucent gray skin. It crawled on four long, spindly limbs, but looked vaguely humanoid.

The creature had no eyes. Only smooth planes of bone above deep slits—its nose.
And the blood that leaked from its temple … it was clear, not red.

It had long sharp claws that were bigger than a human hand and slick with what seemed to be human blood.
It was grotesque, an abominable being.

And as Lewitt's life flashed before as his eyes as the creature grinned at him, showing him rows and rows of filthy razor sharp fangs with a rancid smell that filled the room, then did he start to regret his actions.

His disgust further amplified when Ianthe rested her pale hand on the creature's head.

Her voice a subtle whisper as she said.

"Feast."

That was all the command it needed as it lunged for Lewitt and turned tore him into strips.

Ianthe looked around and sighed.

Another one. Wasted.



"So Lewitt has been working for Ianthe."

Suna said after the footage was paused. Her body crawling with disgust as she paused the video.

She had shivers down her spine. So did Crispin. One of her men had ran out when the demon started devouring Lewitt.

"I still don't understand why he sought her out. What exactly could he have given her?"

Suna said as she shook her head.

Crispin shrugged.

"If you ask me he looked like he was obsessed with her. He most likely didn't think it through at all."

Obsessed with her?

Suna thought as she scoffed.

She didn't think anyone in their right senses would be obsessed over someone like Ianthe.

"The demon. It's a level five demon."

"They're rarely summoned because they're allegiance changes often. They are not to be trusted."

Crispin said seriously and Suna sighed.

"What? What does that mean?"

"It means that for Ianthe to be summoning these demons she must have promised them something in return."

"What could she possibly have promised them? And why does she let more come into the city?!"

"I mean... After seeing what one can do, I have to say, letting the city overrun with more of this would be a disaster!"

Suna sighed.

She was quiet for a while and then the realisation dawned on her.

She looked at Crispin with wide eyes and he nodded.

"That's exactly what she wants to happen."

"We need to stop her. And close the cracks, so more wouldn't come in."

"And how do we kill the ones that are already in the city?"

Suna asked with a deep frown on her face.

"I know a few ways."