Enchanting meets danger

It was a very dark night, sheets of heavy fog cover the abandoned streets. Only the smell of smoke, fresh blood, and burnt corpses could be perceived from the war that broke between two powerful clans.

The 'Blue flame clan' is led by the notorious half human half demon Damien Cold. He is known for his brutality, a feral nature, and a mysterious existence. No one who's ever seen Damien Cold lives another day to describe his features.

Damien Cold is a demon who hunts beings like him - ones who abuse their power by lording over the weak and harming the innocents.

Five blue flame soldiers tread carefully into the mansion. They have managed to defeat their rival soldiers and have infiltrated the last mansion holding their leader - a notorious heartless woman.

Blair Witch is the reincarnation of the goddess of deceit, which explains her seductive appearance, and enchanting demeanor. With her abilities, Blair have brought thousands of men who stood against her to their deaths. Rumors have it that she's extremely strong and smart.

Hidden in the shadows, warily observing these soldiers infiltrate her mansion is Blair. She could hear their slow footsteps and, their galloping hearts from a mile away.

"Only five of you? That's insulting!" Her cherry-sweet voice echoed across the room.

Alerted, the soldiers stood their guard, surveying the first floor for her whereabout.

"Come out, witch!" The first soldier yelled, "we are not afraid of you!."

"Well, you should be!" With those words, a door at the far left end of the room flies open, revealing a woman, slender legs crossed, seated comfortably on a beautifully carved wooden chair, in her hand is a sharp hair pin she is playing with.

The soldiers could barely believe their eyes. Blair is an attractive woman with a bewitching beauty. Her face glows under the moon light.

As she stands, her black fitted gown tumbled down covering her feet - the silk sweeping the floor as she walked towards the soldiers. She has a tiny waist, complimenting her feminine curves and pale white skin.

Her black silky hair is tied in a cute bun, emerald eyes reflecting stormy seas.

The first soldier commanded "Surrender, you have no one left, you are all alone!" pointing his rifle in her direction.

Her lips twitched into a weak smile. It pained her hearing the excruciating screams of her clan members - one after the other, dying in the hands of her rival clan. She's failed as a leader, and the guilt weighs her down, making her even more vicious and determined to kill every single one of her enemies.

Blair being a goddess reincarnation grants her abilities, ones considered a wonder to man.

All of a sudden, at the speed of the wind, Blair swooshes across the room, grabbed the first soldier by the neck and singlehandedly suspended him in the air.

'Crack'

She twisted his neck and dropped his lifeless body on the floor.

Taken aback by her sudden move, the four remaining soldiers started shooting at her simultaneously. She dodged every bullet without breaking a single sweat. They've ran out of bullets and now, it's her turn to attack.

At the blink of an eye, Blair grabbed the second soldier, lifted him off the floor and hurled him across the room into the dry wall - the impact killing him instantly.

The third soldier - before he could reload his gun, she threw the hair pin at him. The pin plunged into his throat, and before his body hits the floor, at the blink of an eye, Blair yanked the pin out of his neck - warm blood splattered on her face and across the floor - she stabbed the same pin into the fourth soldier's chest.

'Ack Ack'

He was choking, not that she cared any less. She yanked the pin out of his chest, grabbed a dual edge knife from his sheath and slit his throat in one swift move.

The fifth soldier, who is quivering from fear tried to escape, but even before he could reach the door, Blair beat him to it. Mercilessly, she snapped his neck and watched in satisfaction as his lifeless body dropped to the cold marble floor.

In less than a minute, Blair brought five well trained soldiers to their demise.

She picked up her hair pin and put it back into her hair bun, that is when she heard heavy footsteps approaching her from behind. She instantly pulls up her mask, covering her face. Only her emerald eyes were visible.

She spun around, expecting a huge monster with two horns, an ugly face, and an even uglier smell, but to her surprise, Blair was besieged by the presence of the most attractive man she's ever set her eyes on.

Damien is tall, pale skinned, and extremely handsome.

Unlike his pretty appearance, Damien's face holds no humor. Blue eyes shooting daggers, his demeanor as cold as his last name.

Damien swept his blue ocean eyes across the room on the dead corpses of his men. His face darkened instantly. Though he was impressed by how fast and clean she's managed to defeat them.

"Surrender, I might go easy on you!" His deep voice growled through gritted teeth.

Impressed by his confidence, Blair mocked, "it would be a shame when I kill you!"

"Hard way it seems!" He growled - the pretty blue hue of his eyes shifting to a revolting blood red.

At the speed of lightning, Damien grabbed Blair by the neck and pin her aggressively against the dry wall at the far left end of the room.

Such intense strength, Blair have never faced anyone with strength like Damien's. It was in that moment she realized she was fighting against someone as powerful as her, if not even more than her. She overestimated her abilities and underestimated his, which was a realization that quickly dawned on her.

Voice breaking, she struggle under his tightened grip, "Rough, I like it!" She tried to be seductive but ended up sounding like a whimpering child fearing for his life.

Damien had no remorse whatsoever towards her. The only reflection in his eyes was that of a blazing wild fire.

Pulling out a golden dagger from his sheath, Damien stabbed it into Blair's chest, her eyes widen in shock. No metal could harm her but his. She could feel her body weakening, her magic rapidly seeping away. The dagger has a coin-sized ball shaped transparent stone at the top of the handle which started glowing a bright red as soon as Damien stabbed her with it. It was as if the stone was stealing all her magic, the thought of losing her abilities terrified Blair.

Eyes glistening with tears and pain, Blair stared directly into Damien's cold gaze. In a soft tone she speaks, "How are you any different from me?"

That question somehow had a whirlwind effect on Damien, and for the first time since they met, emotions washed over his face and he finally reacted - something sincere and painful entering his eyes, his grip on her loosened slightly and that was her chance. Blair mustered all the strength left within her and pushed him with full force, throwing Damien across the room.

Before Damien rise back to his feet, Blair had already pulled the dagger out of her chest and threw it on the floor, then she brings out a tiny bottle from under her dress. She smashed the bottle on the floor, black smoke emanates out of the spilled potion and swirled around like a snake, shooting up to the ceiling.

A portal opens up within that smoke, ripping through reality.

"NO!" Damien charged towards her, his fingers an inch from getting a hold of her as she jumped into the portal and disappeared into thin air.

Frustrated by his failure, Damien screamed, eyes blazing with rage and determination.

"You can run witch, but i will always find you!."