The She-Devil And Her Alphas Chapter 293 – Two Hundred And Ninety-three: The Messiah

“Am I the only one concerned about the recent killing of witches?” Kun, the head in charge of Antarctica raised the issue. All of the Council Head had gathered for an emergency meeting. 

“The Dark witches no longer hide in the shadows,” Observed Dixie, the head of the European continent “Eversince the Burning Eaglet proudly claimed responsibility for the destruction of ten of my branches, they now come out boldly,” 

“The destruction amped their morale,” Eleanor inputted. She’s the head in charge of the Australian continent. 

“Agreed,” Supported Pharrell, the head in charge of South America. 

The head in charge of Africa, Vashti, gave Pharrell a dirty look, asking, “Do you always have to be a yes-man? I suddenly wish there comes a situation that calls for a sacrifice, you smell ‘expendable’ right now” 

“Is that an insult?” Pharrell’s face distorted. 

“What do you think? Am I blessing you?” She scoffed at him. 

“You little ingrate is this how you talk to your -! ” He rose to his feet angrily intending to strike her with a spell. 

“Alright, knock it out,” Ian, the head in charge of Asia stopped them, drawing a look of surprise from them. He never separated fights at meetings, rather watched, if not recorded them. 

“He’s right,” said Selene, the head in charge of North America, “This fight isn’t funny and amateurish,” 

“Not surprising to know that you’d support your boyfriend who’s surprisingly turned over a new leaf,” Gibed Vashti. They still haven’t settled their score yet. 

“He’s not my boyfriend but I’m done with him so you can have the used toy, I won’t bite,” backtalked Selene. 

“You do know, I’m here,” Ian gestured to himself yet both women didn’t pass him a glance. 

“Thank you, next,” Vashti countered, with a sarcastic smirk. 

“My stance that women shouldn’t have belonged in this council still stands,” Pharrell argued. 

“Oh please, Pharrell” Dixie rolled her eyes, “You’re nothing but a dickhead and misogynist. Perhaps, I should make you a time travel spell to the middle ages, the women there would suit your taste,” 

A snicker came from Eleanor, clearly applauding Dixie for a job well done. Suppressed laughter followed which made the middle-aged man with a blonde buzz cut go red in the face. 

“Y-You!” He roared. 

“Enough!” Kun banged his hand hard on the table, the bulbs on the wall bursting out in white flames momentarily.

“What’s this?!” He bellowed like an injured bull, “Do we always have to quibble like children each time we have a gathering?! We claim to be in charge of billions of lives across the globe, yet, what effective result can we boast of producing since this meeting began, huh? Tell me?! ” 

A deafening silence enveloped them all, no one dared to make a sound, having seen the fury on Kun’s face. 

“I thought we captured one of them, why don’t we bring her over and produce an effective result, “Vashti said, however, one could sense the faint sarcasm beneath her words. 

“Right, I agree, ” Pharrell seconded. 

“Ugh,” Dixie released an exaggerated sigh at Pharrell, which he noticed but didn’t say a word. 

At once, an order was given. 

A few minutes later, the door opened to reveal a woman bound in heavy chains being dragged into the room by two witches. 

The woman struggled against their restraints but it was of no use, she couldn’t get out of it. She was forced to kneel in front of the Council Heads who were staring back at her. She was overshadowed, making her look like a chick in the midst of eagles. 

“I bet your evil coven didn’t teach you how to bow as a sign of respect to your elders,” Vashti pointed out the fact she showed them no ounce of regard. 

Kun raised his hand, she was hushed. 

“Wondered who made him the leader,” Vashti mumbled to herself, not caring if the others nor Kun heard. 

Selene stood from her side of the table to meet the witch who stared into her eyes without fear. Her fellow head watched her with interest, wondering what was on her mind.

She slapped her. 

The woman gasped, her face wiping to the side from the impact yet bared her teeth at her, showing a face filled with anger. 

“You rude, insolent bitch,” She stooped to grab the witch’s chin, tightly. 

“Perhaps, I should do the interrogation since it’s my people that caught her,” Dixie offered. 

“She’s all yours,” Selene gave her up gladly. 

Dixie sauntered over to her, ” Let’s make this session a peaceful one that doesn’t involve spilling blood, shall we?” she said to the fuming dark witch. 

“Go to hell,” She spat at Dixie. 

“I’m sorry but hell has no space for us, unfortunately. Now tell me, where are the rest of your coven members?”

The dark witch have Dixie a dirty look, “Like I would tell you shit about… ahh!” She screamed in pain. 

“Vashti, paws off my target, she’s mine,” Dixie warned the witch who was torturing the woman from across the table with a spell. 

“I know she’s yours, Dixie, but shouldn’t we be extorting important questions like, ‘who’s the current leader of the Burning Eaglet?’ and stuffs like that, instead of a small coven? Come on, go for the big fish,” Vashti proposed. 

“She’s right,” Pharrell supported. 

Everyone rolled their eyes unconsciously. 

“I support Vashti’s idea,” Ian agreed, “The enemy has been successful all this while because we’ve been in the blind. I believe if we can get her identity, the hunt begins,” 

“He makes a solid point,” Selene backed him 

“Vashti better do the questioning then, I’m sure she likes the pleasure that comes with this part, obsessively,” Dixie remarked pointedly, striding back to her seat. 

“Sure, my greatest pleasure,” Vashti strutted to the platform where the victim knelt, conjuring a whip in her grasp along the way, “We are going to have so much fun together,” there was a dark glint in her eyes. 

“I would tell you her name, gladly” The woman spoke out at once. 

“Her?”Eleanor asked, “I was hoping for a ‘he’ this time,” the last leader had also been a female too. They must have a thing for female rulers. 

“You all know her well, in fact too well,” the dark witch gave out a creepy smile as if she had some sort of leverage over them or something. 

“I’ll smack her on the face If she’s pulling my leg,” Dixie didn’t like that smug look on the witch’s face. 

“Go on,” Kun, the ever responsible one permitted her to resume. 

“Hi sororem tuam dicit Islinda,” The witch enunciated. 

They all froze 

The hall went cold. 

No one talked. 

Just plain silence. 

Even Vashti prepared to strike her, didn’t move a muscle. 

“You are lying,” Ian was the first to resume speech. 

“Why would I lie? When the truth is right inside my head,” 

“What?” Everyone said in unison. 

“Islinda has a message for all of you, who wants to look into my head? ” the witch’s gaze roved over them. 

No one responded. 

“Scared are we?” the witch mocked them. Just one moment, they were all loud and arrogant, but now? As scared as rats. 

“Even you?” She incited the dark-skinned witch, Vashti who hissed at her. 

Kun stood from his seat before Vashti could take a step. That witch was volatile and erratic. If care was not taken, she might even end the witch before they have the opportunity of receiving the message. 

He walked over to the witch, hunched to her level, and said, “Give me the message,” 

“Fine,” she readily accepted. 

She shut her eyes while Kun placed both hands on her temple, shutting his eyes too and connecting to the magic. 

Kun gasped when he saw himself in some celestial space. He knew his body was still outside, his consciousness was just transported here. 

“I see you received my message,” 

He turned in the direction of the voice, his eyes widening from shock. How was that possible? 

“Y-yo -” 

“Alive? Yes, but it’s a pity I wouldn’t last for long,” Islinda aka Her ladyship said to him calmly, “But then, we have the messiah on our side already who would fight for those aggrieved. If I were you, I would run while I still have the chance,” 

“How is -” But Kun didn’t have the opportunity to ask his question because he was pushed back to his body. 

“She spoke the truth,” Kun awoke with a gasp, “Islinda is still alive but not for long though it seems she has made problematic arrangements for us,” 

“How is she even alive?” Vashti was shocked, ” I’m sure that we took care of her,” 

“Yeah, you took care of one of our own,” Selene ridiculed her. 

“Islinda was compromised and we all took that decision to get rid of her, else you bitch wouldn’t be seating in this position you so much enjoy now!” She retorted. 

“This isn’t the time to fight amongst ourselves but think of a solution before it is too late. Islinda would not let us go scot-free for what we did to her, that’s for sure,” Eleanor was chewing on her nails nervously. 

“We have to find the messiah,”