Mark Of The Seven Sisters

Vladimir's POV







Unfortunately, the hunters, their affiliates and the lesser witches were the only ones I’ve been able to bring to ruin. The seven sisters -the ones who had caused the actual destruction- were still in the wind. How generations had been able to evade me for two centuries was still mind boggling. Natural evolution helped them more than anything else. They settled into their new environments and married, changed names, gave birth, divorced or died, making it almost impossible to track them. I found their friends, siblings or children, but never those who had torn my world to pieces. Eventually, I found one sister in Africa. Actually, I found her grave. I’d exacted my revenge on her offspring instead. Then a strange thing had happened at the house of the fifth sister -yes, each of them had a specific number they held. 

I remembered staring at the charred body of the woman in bemusement. One hour ago, she was a voluptuous Mediterranean woman who had just celebrated her 45th birthday. One hour ago, she’d been flinging spells with lethal accuracy and a rage befitting of the psychopaths she descended from both without the power they had exhibited. She had been tough to put down though, that much I’ll admit. If she hadn’t taken the second to gloat, Lilya would not have been able to sneak up on her. Now, she was an empty husk as the fire that had consumed her flesh sizzled out. I hadn’t stayed to confirm that she died, she had passed on ungracefully fifteen minutes ago. What had me stupefied was what had happened when she finally gasped her last breath. A bright silvery light had shown off her body, giving off a distinctly celestial vibe before it morphed into a hexagon with an eye in the middle, a mark of the seven sisters.

Here was my problem, only the seven sisters had the symbol on their body, it was what they used to distinguish themselves. So why was the daughter of the seven sisters bearing this mark? The only logical conclusion was that the daughters were taking over the position of their dead mothers. And that knowledge shifted my crusade into a new focus. Instead of killing them, I captured all, even those who are loosely related and tortured them for information. I met dead walls. A lot of them, but about thirty years into my search, I happened upon a couple, one of them a rogue witch formerly affiliated with the seven sisters and she had been willing to give up all information that she knew in exchange for her lover’s life. What she knew was next to nothing and yet everything. According to Kara, the seven sisters now had sub-covens all over the world and each sub coven had a priestess that was in charge on behalf of the seven sisters. None of the witches had ever seen any of the seven sisters physically but they were said to have been holding their post for over two hundred years. The second rumor was that the rank of the seven sisters were missing three members. Last and most important, they were searching for the Breaker.

If the rumors were to be believed, then it would appear that I was yet to find the first clue to the riddle that was the seven sisters. Witches, despite being powerful, were still humans and humans had notoriously short lifespans so how the hell had they been alive for not one but two centuries? Second, toppling me from the seat of power had been about giving them more power so why had they left it to the hunters and faded into the shadows? And third but not the least, who the hell was the Breaker?