Caterina was no different than a small bird being caught. She squirmed and screamed. All for nothing. Not even in delaying her suffering.
Jude pulled her close and his mouth opened wide.
"STOP! STOP, JUDE FISHER! THIS ISN'T YOU!" Caterina screamed at the top of her lungs.
Siderius stood there, looking at the pair of husband and wife with indifferent eyes. That was the cost of being a witch.
Sooner or later, you shall be devoured by your own desire. The only way to avoid it was to never practice magic in the first hand.
But what kind of witch could resist such a temptation? I had never seen even one could refuse the allure of magic. Siderius thought.
Witches were no different than humans. They were essentially humans with heightened sensitivity to Dark Aether and an organ that could produce magic. They could do many things that a human could not. This made them, at their core, to have a superiority complex to humans.
