Collecting Monsoon's Soul

Chapter 111: Collecting Monsoon's Soul

Sentient tree branches suddenly came out of the hard floor of the throne room in the dark church. 

The trap had been set. It was working. Exactly as Junk and September wished for it to unfold. April wasn't aware of what they were hoping to do. But she was still an important piece of what they did. She served as the perfect distraction. Even though September made it seem like she didn't want her to play the distraction, in reality, she truly had other intentions. One of these intentions was to have April acting as this sexual meat shield. She was pleasured by Junk as she rode him during the battle. Something she wasn't doubting that she was going to do. She firmly believed April was going to attempt to sacrifice herself for the greater good of September's survival. In a lot of ways, she had been using April. Something that, at this point, wasn't that surprising for someone like the Autumn witch. The creepy-looking and distorted sentient tree branches quickly surrounded and ensnared Lord Monsoon as everyone gathered around him and watched. 

"Sep! What is going on?" April asked September, shocked. 

"We have him. We are going to send him away for good."

"Big sister, we have to kill him, we have to end this tonight. There is no other way. There is no point in sending him away," Bridget stood up and communicated to her sister that she wasn't interested in seeing this cruel monster, who had just invaded her little, secret, witch village, being sent away and having him staying alive any longer than it already was the case. The current Witch Queen was adamant about this. She was up and arms with the idea of not only capturing or banishing Lord Monsoon, but executing him… Right here, right on the spot. Everyone stood around Monsoon and watched. Junk was helping to physically support April to stay up on her feet. Saliva was still dripping from her wet pussy. Her pussy was still pulsating with the sheer pleasure that the demon knight's tongue made her feel not too long ago. She could still feel his tongue. 

"And you think this is a simple thing to do? Come on, you know him! You've worked with him while everyone was after me, looking for me, you know just how much power this ass-hole has! The amount of mana he possesses is unlike anything else we've ever seen before! I won't be able to keep him ensnared like this for too long! Let alone kill him! The list of options we have is pretty limited here, little sister!" September explained to Bridget as she was focusing on keeping the sentient tree branches together and preventing the monster from escaping. She did so as she held her magical scepter, tight in the palms of her hands. Gritting her teeth. Focusing her magical energy on infusing her mana into the sentient tree branches. She was doing her best. She was doing everything she could to immobilize Lord Monsoon for as long as possible. She wouldn't be able to last for too long, unfortunately. It was only a matter of time before everything went to shit again and that the powerful swine monster had been freed again. Lord Monsoon was heard screeching. 

"You are all a bunch of cunts, and I am going to send you all straight to Hell when I'm freed!" he shouted at them, specifically referring to the four women in the throne room as he mentioned these 'cunts'. However, he was definitely speaking about all of them when he mentioned the fact that he wished to send them all straight to Hell. And it wasn't a menace. It was a promise that he was making to them. He tried his best to break free. The sentient and animated tree branches were being broken, one by one. The swine monster was too much, too strong for them. He was about to break free. 

"There must be a way to get rid of him for good…" April said. Her body was still shaking. She couldn't believe that the beast was still going as strongly as that. It was like a nightmare for her. 

"Don't think so. He is always going to be after us, I believe," Junk knew how to recognize the menace that he represented. Personally, Junk could only hope to one day become half as powerful as he was. Perhaps, this was something that was never going to happen. The Minotaur was, in the grand scheme of things, a young and vastly inexperienced half-demon. Lord Monsoon was ancient compared to him. He was seasoned. He was experienced. He was an overlord. No other monster he met could compare to him.

"I want him to go away…" Debra whispered in her own, little corner of the room. Barely anyone in the throne room heard her. But Bridget did. Her Witch Queen did hear her. 

"Then… If we can't kill him… We have to get rid of him and banish him elsewhere, even if it means that we only cast him away for the time being…" Bridget changed her tune pretty quickly. She now understood that they couldn't fully defeat him. She swung her crescent moon scepter around and pointed it at the swine monster again. Assisted her big sister, infusing more mana into the sentient tree branches in the hope to ensnare him a little longer… "I noticed that you tried collecting his soul… Is that still something that is possible or not?" the little sister asked the big sister, concerned. 

"We can still try collecting his soul… But only if we do this together. If we can manage to collect it, then, won't be able to come back. Ever again. Otherwise, if we teleport him somewhere else and banish it, he'll come back soon," the former Witch Queen explained to Bridget as Lord Monsoon finally broke free from the sentient tree branches. He had unleashed himself. He was about to crawl out of the demonic-looking star at the center of the room.

"That's now or never, I guess! Let's do it" Bridget shouted. Exactly as Monsoon tried crawling away from the tired tree branches and attacking September, Junk ran back to her and kicked the Lord right in the face, sending him back toward the star. He protected his Witch Queen. Meanwhile, April went to assist Bridget, helping her hold her crescent moon scepter, helping her because she was so tired because of everything Monsoon did to her earlier. The soul collecting was working… Somewhat… The magical aura of his soul was visibly being extracted from his head. Everyone could see it. His soul was slowly being pulled out of him. 

Then, on the other side of the room, Debra crawled closer to Bridget and April. Trying to help as well. 

"Debra! Are you alright?" Bridget shouted.

"Let me help…" Debra replied.

Unfortunately, the soul collecting was interrupted, partially because Lord Monsoon resisted their spell too well, partially because of the two sisters not being magically strong enough to make this happen. 

"It's not working… We are going to have to banish him…" September admitted out loud. The surviving, sentient tree branches ensnared the swine creature again and pulled him through the floor of the throne room. 

Banished. 

"We got him!" the two witchy sisters both yelled at the same time.