Page 55 of Hellish Witch

Green skin. Purple. Black fur. White hide. All began to split and gush blood.

Only the hellcat seemed unaffected.

Power writhed through me in a torrent, choking me.

Killian was the first to react, grunting as he swiped up his sword and began chopping off heads like a macabre logger, the black blood of his kills wetting his skin along with the red of his own.

And I couldn’t do a thing except stand there and wage an internal war against the evil I carried.

I really was an abomination.

The moans of the dying filled me with horror. And a strange bubbly energy that made me want to vomit.

I groaned along with my victims, dropping forward. A thud reverberated up my knees, quaking my thigh bones.

My purpose was to heal people. Not…not this.

“Eve…,” Killian spluttered, coughing up blood as he reached for me. Black wings drooped at his sides, coated in wetness.

The horrifying sight burned into my retinas, and I willed something to stop me.

Anything.

I’d rather die than hurt Killian like this.

Cookie leaped for me, clawless paws looming large in my vision.

They slammed into my face.

And the black void caught me.

Chapter 19

Darkness clung to me like a jealous ex.

Something warm wrapped around me, and a rhythmic whooshing sound filtered in. Motion gripped me, like I was being yanked downwards.

I cracked my eyes open with horrendous effort. A lush canopy hung in the distance.

Getting closer.

Movement in my periphery stole my hazy focus. Ink-dipped feathers fluttered with powerful wing-beats.

“Killian,” I breathed.

The arms holding me adjusted their grip, cradling my head closer against a firm chest. I tipped my face up to meet Killian’s frantic gaze.

“Sweetness,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

Enough brain function returned to have me jolting in his arms as reality hit.

We burst through the greenery, which spit us out high above.

I sucked in a scream.

Killian hovered us for a moment, and I tore my eyes from him to marvel at the sea of dark green spreading for miles in all directions. Far in the distance, mountains pierced the landscape, sharp peaks capped in snow that protected this region from the constant infighting of the larger kingdoms beyond.

I had barely a second to take it in before Killian angled his wings. Gravity called, and we swooped towards the canopy before the demon’s wings flared, catching the breeze to level us out above the leaves reaching for us.

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