A twisted soul

"How sweet was your death young godess.

Your mourn was spendlid but you cannot decieve this rich mind.

Tell me, how come you did not die the last time I killed you.

I destroyed you, I saw your death, I am your death.

But how was it possible that you still live?"

A heinous wretched voice of a twisted witch.

She gazes upon a pale green smoke of mana that she use to control her puppets and to channel through them.

She was gravely confused why lunox still lives despite of killing her a year ago.

This dark place where vexana the wicked twisted witch reside glows with the souls of the supposed to be dead.

Inside the castle in the middle of the dark woods known by no one.

Explored by no one because of the deadly mana that surrounds the place.

The air was toxic, it causes everyone's eyes bleed and eventually become blind and die in decay that will add to the thousand skulls on the ground.

In all of the souls inside the castle, there is one that equals the strength of vexana's aura.

His posture was courageous and brave, but his eyes depicts sorrow.

"Vexana, why bother playing with the maiden?

I thought domination is more important?

She's buying your time and you gladly sell it."

He stepped inside vexana's room and continued speaking

"Thought you have decieved her but then you are the one being decieved-"

"SILENCE! YOU KNOW NOT ANY MATTER!

SHE- HER EXISTENCE, PREVAILS THE BEAUTY OF THEIR DEATHS, YOU KNOW NOT A MATTER BECAUSE THAT TINY SPECK IN MY PLAN WILL RUIN EVERYTHING!"

Vexana yelled out of grudge.

"Are you trying to say that you must ignore the queens and kings of the lands?

How about those troublesome mages that may hinder your plans?

I am just saying that we must be creating a force to destroy the magic academy.

I know that you don't want me to remind you about that man."

This viscious man suggests options to this highly demanding vexana, even though every living creature might be kneeling in front of vexana this man never did even though he was under her spell.

This mysterious man is Leomord, a mighty knight that is meant to be dead centuries ago but brought back to life by vexana.

He was expected to be under vexana's spell and must do what she commands but it turned out that leomord controls his own soul.

The only thing that vexana benefit from him was two matters.

One, if leomord goes further away from vexana he will slowly weaken, draining his life from his source.

Two, even though leomord have his own decisions he can never go AGAINST vexana's will and there is no way he can.

Even if this is the case of their relationship, vexana still keeps this knight by her side, because if vexana dies, leomord also will.

The witch with the twisted soul cannot twist this mighty knight's spirit, but can eventually use him as an insane source of protection.

Together, they will become a poisonous sword and a toxic sheild.

This vast land will have it's order in risk.