Her Witch, Her Demon [WxW]
13. The Seer

The day Nyx and Rexadan exterminated the Durug, Nyx marked Krazord with a tracking spell. Her intention was to find Krazord later and deal with him. However, with everything that had been going on in her life, she’d completely forgotten about Krazord.

That worked out in her favor after all, because now Krazord would help her find Herragal. But first, she needed to locate the greater demon.

And so, Nyx got to work, shutting her eyes to concentrate on the magnetic pull of her demoncraft. Her mind whirred to life like waves in the ocean, seeking to latch on to the spell she’d marked on Krazord. Then the gray face of the greater demon appeared in Nyx’s mind. They were in bed with two naked bodies.

Nyx’s eyes peeled open.

“Did you find them?” asked Rexadan, watching her intently.

Nyx nodded. “They’ve got company. Lots of company. You ready?”

Rexadan grinned. “Always.”

She took her brother’s hand, and with the location in her mind, they disappeared. Mere seconds later, they reappeared in a massive dimply lit room full of piles of naked bodies contorted in all kinds of lecherous positions, moans of ecstasy filling every nook and cranny of the room. The stench of sex stabbed Nyx’s nose.

The tracking spell tugged at her mind, and she felt its strongest pull at the farthest end of the room where a massive bed, twice as large as Nyx’s bed back home, stood. On that bed was Krazord with several naked bodies, either in human or demon form. Krazord was in their demonic form as they rapidly thrust into a small woman, while at the same time sucking off a big guy with a red scaly body. No one seemed to have noticed their presence, as they were far too occupied with their pleasuring each into oblivion.

“Freeze them before they run off again,” Nyx said to her brother.

Rexadan nodded.

“Time to go, everyone,” Nyx roared. She released a sliver of her oppressive demon energy, instantly getting everyone’s attention. Not wanting to go overboard, as most of the demons were way too weak and already shrieking in agony, Nyx snuffed out her demon energy. At least, they’d already gotten the message, and masses of naked bodies ran out of the room, terror in their eyes, perhaps because two royal demons had rained on their orgy fest.

“What the fuck is this?” Krazord glared at Nyx, then at Rexadan. “Who are you two?” And then their gray eyes twitched in recognition. “Onyx Castle? H-how did you find me?”

“I’ll be asking the questions, here Krazord,” said Nyx impatiently.

Krazord tried to bolt out of the bed, but Rexadan’s freezing magic held them firmly in place. Perhaps, realizing how utterly useless their efforts were, they finally surrendered and nodded slowly.

“I’m not going to waste any more of your time,” said Nyx. “I already know who sent you to destroy my club. Herragal.”

Krazord’s eyes widened in shock at the revelation. “How did you-”

“I told you I’ll be asking the questions.” Nyx’s voice was lower than normal. “You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.”

Krazord gulped, nodding quickly.

“Where’s Herragal?”

They said nothing, utterly frozen.

“This is where you speak, Krazord.”

“Oh… um… Lady Herragal,” they began. “She’s in Heldan.”

Nyx clenched her jaws, doing everything in her power to not slap Krazord to death. This little bitch was getting on her last fucking nerves and she was losing her patience. “Do you have any idea how very little that tells me?”

Heldan was an infinite space way beyond human comprehension. It was subdivided into nine dominions, with each dominion vaster in size and population than the whole of Earth. Even if Krazord told her that Herragal was in Gatr, that still doesn’t narrow down Nyx’s search. So for this stupid demon to have the guts to tell her that Herragal was in Heldan--the entire fucking demon realm--made her blood boil.

“Do not make me repeat myself, Krazord. Where the fuck is your master? I’m told she left Gatr in the hands of her Second Power and she’s gone into seclusion. Where is she?”

“I…”

Nyx sighed. Enough of this shit. Without wasting time, she drove her fist through Krazord’s chest. The demon howled, yet they couldn’t move a muscle because of Rexadan’s freezing skill. Nyx wrapped her hand around the demon’s throbbing heart and squeezed hard.

Krazord screamed, their jaws trembling so hard they almost fell.

“I have all the time in this world, Krazord. I can make you through unspeakable suffering forever until you speak.” She was still mad as hell at Krazord and their cohorts for targeting the Union and her people. “Do not fucking test me.”

“Tavras,” Krazord shouted quickly. “She’s in Tavras, okay?”

Nyx raised a brow, pulling her blood-soaked fist out of Krazord’s chest. Tavras. “Where the hell is that?” As a princess, Nyx was raised to be knowledgeable in so many things. She was skilled in demonic languages, demoncraft, history, demonic lore and philosophy, geography and politics Heldan, and so much more. Yet, no matter how many times she racked her brain, she could never come up with anything about Tavras. Hell, she’d never heard the name in her life. Was this idiot playing a joke on her or something?

Krazord quickly added, “It’s a sacred grove in Gatr. Lady Herragal built it for her seclusion. She says it’s more peaceful for her mind.”

Nyx paused thoughtfully, thinking over Krazord’s words. She knew the Heldan map by heart and there was no such thing as Tavras. But First Powers had absolute power over their dominions, so Herragal might have made a lot of changes all this time that Nyx had been gone.

“Right,” said Nyx. “Take me there.”

“What makes you think I have the key?”

“Do you not have the key?”

“I do.” Krazord’s face warped in shock. “What the hell? Why did I speak the truth without hesitation?”

Nyx laughed. “Your heart is under my control.” Krazord touched their slowly regenerating chest and winced. “You’ll be doing everything I say. Whether you like it or not. Open the rift.”

Krazord gaped. “What? Now?”

“Do I look like I want to spend another minute here?”

“I… Lady Herragal doesn’t like to be intruded on.”

“Yeah well, after sending Azakhad to invade my home and kill me, she needs a taste of her own medicine.”

“Azakhad? And you’re still alive?” Krazord’s eyes widened. “Who… who are you?”

Nyx laughed without mirth. “I’m the one who’s going to fucking kill you if you don’t stop wasting my fucking time.”

That shut Krazord up immediately. “Can I at least get dressed?”

“No. Now get up.” Rexadan released his freezing skill over Krazord and the greater demon finally rose from the bed. “Open the rift to Tavras,” said Nyx.

Krazord sighed heavily. “Fine. But don’t blame me when Lady Herragal kills us all.”

Standing in their nakedness, with both their manhood and womanhood dangling, Krazord’s red demon energy materialized around their hands. With their demon energy now tangible, they drew complicated symbols in the air. The symbols were three circles, all of them with even far more intricate designs in each of them.

Then Krazord aligned the symbols in a vertical order. The symbols began moving on their own, shifting into various positions until they halted. The thin air on which the symbols were written suddenly solidified, materializing into two huge black gates, right in the middle of the room.

Krazord pushed open the gates with all their might. “Tavras,” they said. “Whatever you do, do not speak.” Not waiting to elaborate on their words, Krazord walked through the gates while Nyx and Rexadan followed closely behind.

At the other side of the gate, they stood before a house made of stone surrounded by a massive forest. The cool fresh air invigorated Nyx’s senses, and for a moment, she wished to stay forever. From the distance, Nyx could make out the sound of flowing water. A waterfall. It was so calming simply being here. No wonder the clogron chose this place to go into seclusion. The rift closed and disappeared behind them.

Although she’d been warned not to speak, Nyx didn’t listen. “Herragal. Where are you?” She didn’t shout though. If the clogron was a mile away, she would hear Nyx.

“Princess Onixcasria.” The voice was soft and soothing. It almost made Nyx want to lie and down and sleep. “I’ve been expecting you, your highness.”

“What the fuck?” Krazord gaped. “Princess Onixcasria?”

Ignoring the stupefied demon, Nyx said, “Where are you?”

There was silence for a while until the voice spoke again. “Step into the temple. I’m in here.” After a short pause, the voice added, “Come alone, princess.”

From the outside, the house looked small, however, it was much larger inside than Nyx thought. Someone wearing a long white dress sat on the floor. Their hair, as white as a glacier, draped below their waist. They sat still, their back turned to Nyx.

“It’s alright, little one. Come inside.”

Nyx frowned at the term, ‘little one’. Just because this woman was eons older than Nyx didn’t mean she could call her little one. Nyx stopped a few feet away from Herragal.

Then the clogron stood up and turned. Her skin was so pale, Nyx could almost see through the woman. Everything about her was white. The only thing not white about her, were her eyes, which were a deep purple.

“You have grown so much, your highness,” said the clogron, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You were only this high when I last saw you.”

Nyx remembered that day clearly. At the time, Herragal together with the other eight First Powers met with Nyx’s mother in her palace. After the council meeting with the her mother introduced her to the First Powers. That was forty years ago. Nothing had changed about Herragal. Only that there was something quite different about her purple eyes. Something Nyx couldn’t quite place, yet it unnerved her.

“What brings you here, your highness? I didn’t realize you came back home so soon.”

“I’m not back home,” said Nyx. “I’m here for you.”

“I see that…” She paused. “Well, I saw that. And now here you are. I’m just not sure why. Is there something I can help you with?”

Nyx paused for a moment. Was the clogron acting dumb? Or did she really not know why Nyx was here? No. She must know. Herragal had tried to kill her. How could she not know why Nyx was here?

“Is this a joke?” Nyx frowned.

The clogron tilted her head. “What do you mean, your highness?”

“You tried to kill me?”

“What?” The smile vanished from her eyes. “I did no such thing.”

“No? So you didn’t send Azakhad to kill me. Nor did you order the Durug to destroy my nightclub… the Union.”

Herragal looked lost in thought. Obviously, this whole thing was news to her. But Nyx would not lower her guard. While Herragal was generally known to be trustworthy, Nyx didn’t trust her. Herragal sighed heavily, as though finally coming to an understanding. “Of course… You’re Onyx Castle. How very stupid of me.”

Nyx raised a brow. “How could you not have known? I understand if everyone else didn’t. But you… You’re a seer, for fuck’s sake.”

Herragal sighed, touching her forehead. “Forgive me, your highness… My skill… it’s been… strange lately.”

“What do you mean?” While Herragal was one of the oldest clogrons in existence, that wasn’t the only reason why she was highly revered in Heldan. Herragal had an incredible demon skill that no demon had--divination. For this reason, not even Lucifer or Lilith took her lightly. It was recorded that Herragal had foretold the war that would break out among Primordials, eventually leading to the division of Vasteri into Heldan and Avana.

According to the history books, Herragal’s divination played a key role in the Primordial War. It was also the reason Lucifer appointed Herragal as First Power of her own dominion, making her the only clogron among Primordials. How could such a powerful seer not know that Onyx Castle was the same as Onixcasria? How could she have known that Nyx was coming over to see her, and yet had no idea that Nyx was the same person she had tried to kill? Was that why she claimed something strange was happening to her skill?

“I haven’t told anyone this yet,” said Herragal, “but something is happening to my divination skill. It’s evolving… Again. It feels like my mind is fracturing and I can’t make sense of my visions. Not until it fully evolves.”

“Is that why you went into seclusion?”

Herragal nodded. “It’s not that my visions are not trustworthy. It’s just that they’re all over the place and I can’t piece them together. It’s why I had no idea you and Onyx Castle were the same.”

“Right.” Nyx folded her arms. The explanation did make sense. Yet there was still something she didn’t understand. “So what’s your reason for targeting Onyx Castle? Is it because I massacred the Durug? They tried to destroy my club.”

Herragal scoffed. “I do not care about the Durug. I merely used them for my purpose because our goals align.”

“Your goals align? Do you want to kill witches too? Since when do you care about the human realm?”

“I don’t,” said Herragal nonchalantly. “But I care about Heldan. And the Union is a threat to Heldan.”

“The Union? What the fuck are you on about? It’s only a little nightclub in the human realm. How is it a threat to Heldan?”

“I had a vision, princess.” Herragal’s voice was a blizzard, the purples of her eyes darkening. “The three worlds laid down in ruins. Death and desolation reigned supreme. Earth, Heldan, and Avana. All razed to the ground. Mortals and immortals alike. All laid to waste. Yet only one thing stood among the rubble. Only one thing remained amid the desolation.” Herragal paused, as though waiting for her words to sink in. “The Union.”

“My nightclub?”

“Yes, little one. If the world is gone and all that remains is the Union, what do you think destroyed it then?”

“Wait… so you think my club will destroy the world?”

“It’s the only logical conclusion, your highness. I couldn’t sit back and do nothing. I had to destroy the Union before it destroys us all.”

For a moment, Nyx waited, hoping for Herragal to burst into laughter and told her that this whole thing was a joke. But the gravity in the seer’s eyes was just too damn palpable.

Nyx sighed. It was no wonder Herragal was hellbent on killing her. Except that Nyx did not accept Herragal’s so-called prophecy.

“You expect me to trust your visions when you just told me that they make no sense. Really?”

Herragal narrowed her eyes, her lips twitching.

“See… you don’t even trust them yourself, do you? You’re trying to kill me over a future you don’t even know will happen.”

“I…” Herragal paused, rubbing her forehead. “You’re right. I did see those visions. But my interpretation could be wrong. My divination skill has been steadily evolving in the last two decades, and I’ve been in isolation all this while. I’ve tried not to use my skill while it’s under evolution. But I just couldn’t sit by and do nothing when I am constantly tortured by visions of the end of the world with the Union at the center of it all. What will you have me do, your highness?”

“I see.” Nyx sighed. “Well, I don’t know what you saw. And quite frankly I don’t care. But I need you to stay away from the Union… and Meredith.”

“Who’s Meredith?”

“Not your business. Just call off your goons. Or they will suffer the same fate as Azakhad.”

“You killed Azakhad?” Herragal gaped. Then she laughed. “Honestly, I’m not even surprised.”

Nyx almost rolled her eyes. Why was this clogron answering every question with a question? It was so exhausting dealing with ancient beings. “Look, just stay away from the Union. Get the Durug out of Green Front.”

Herragal nodded. “As you wish. You have my word.”

“Thank you.”

Just as she turned to leave, Herragal grabbed Nyx’s hand. “Wait… you highness.”

And then the clogron froze, her purple eyes turning silver, utterly lost in a trance. Nyx held the woman in her arms firmly. She waited patiently until Herragal was back to her senses. Her silver eyes transformed back to their previous purple color.

“What it is?” asked Nyx. “What did you see?”

Herragal was silent for a moment, obviously still in a daze. “Will you go to the Infernal City?” the seer asked instead.

Though surprised by Herragal’s sudden line of questioning, Nyx answered, “No. I’m never going back.”

“Never? Are you sure about that? Your parents miss you a lot.”

“My parents will be fine.” What the hell was this sudden line of questioning? What was happening?

“What about Heldan?” asked Herragal.

“What about it?”

“Little one, you’re the future of Heldan.”

“My duty is not to Heldan, ancient one.”

Herragal chuckled. That wasn’t how Nyx had expected her to react to the nickname. Gods, she was so infuriating. “Your duty is to Meredith then?” asked the seer.

Nyx’s eyes widened.

“She’s your fated one.”

She almost asked how Herragal knew about that, but then remembered that she was talking to a seer. The seer’s visions might not be trustworthy for now, but she was still a seer.

“You shall no longer be in danger from the Durug,” said Herragal. “Besides, they shouldn’t be a problem for you. It seems you’ve become even more powerful after completing the fated bond.”

Nyx felt her cheeks heat up. Why the hell was this demon bringing this up? Did Herragal see the intimate moments between her and Meredith? Fuck. And what did she mean by Nyx being more powerful now? Nyx didn’t feel any different in terms of power. Hell, she had felt completely helpless around Azakhad. That clogron had almost killed her before Nyx could even move. If not for her guardian, she would have been long dead.

Herragal’s divination skill was more broken than Nyx thought. Well, that wasn’t Nyx’s problem anyway. She came here to get answers, and she’d gotten them. Now that she had Herragal’s word, the Durug would no longer be a problem. On rare occasions, some demons would go back on their word. In that case, it was better to sign a demon pact. But Nyx didn’t need a demon pact with Herragal. The seer may be many things, but Nyx did trust her word.

Clogrons were too proud creatures to go back on their word. She didn’t need a demon pact for that.

“See you in the Infernal City,” said Herragal.

Nyx frowned. “I told you. I’m never going back.”

Then Herragal smiled a rather confident smile that challenge Nyx’s words. Yet she said nothing to refute Nyx. Instead, the seer said, “When you crush the moon,and the crown touches your head, then your seed will conquer the crown of the sun.”

Nyx frowned. What the hell did that even mean? Or was this another one of Herragal’s broken prophecies?

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