The Devil's Cursed Witch

Evanthe enjoyed a peaceful nap in the guest room after having a nice meal. While she was enjoying her comfortable sleep, the palace of the King of Agartha was busy with various visitors - the different clan members who wished to seek an audience with the Queen of Witches.

Draven had to drive them away, saying she was tired due to the long journey back to Agartha and would be visiting others once she wished to.

After a few hours when she woke up, she felt refreshed. 'Coming back to Agartha, the air here sure is magical; I had a good sleep after so long.'

When she stepped out of her room, Erlos arrived immediately. Evanthe was taken aback. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled at the woman. "Sire asked me to take care of anything Your Eminence needs so that…" he stopped, thinking he was going to say something he should not.

She raised a brow. "Care to finish?"

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "So that you won't trouble him with anything."

She scoffed. "That annoying Dragon. Just because he got a mate, he doesn't want to be troubled by his friends. Let Morph wake up, and I will see how he dares act this way."

"Where is he?" she asked, her senses visibly blocked by Draven to prevent her from tracking his presence.

"Sire is in the study," he answered.

"Bring my friend to his study if she is free," Evanthe spoke and disappeared from her place.

She appeared outside the King's study and pushed open the door using her power, which she used more than required, causing quite a stir inside the study. The shelves shook violently, causing the books and some things to scatter here and there.

The servants around were startled, but they didn't dare say a word, knowing it was the Queen of Witches.

Draven, sitting behind his chair, seemed unfazed and continued his work as he said, "You are only increasing work for Erlos."

"You seem to be torturing that child all these years. No wonder he sided with me so easily," she said as she walked inside the study.

"Everyone needs a change. He is looking for some fun."

"When one's master is a baggage of boredom, what can a poor servant even do?" she commented and sat in the chair, "Where is your mate? I believe you want me to meet her."

"She is eager to meet you as well," he responded, "Not sure who had portrayed the wrong image of you in her mind."

She scoffed, understanding the meaning, "Even your mate knows who is the person worth meeting. Though you are a dumb Dragon, your mate seems smarter."

"Once she meets you, she will know the truth," Draven countered.

They watched Erlos bringing Sierra inside the study. Sierra bowed to him and sat in the chair at Draven's gesture.

"Erlos, summon Ember here," Draven instructed.

Erlos left, and the three were left in the study.

"I sense a strong aura of divine power in this palace," Evanthe spoke, "Just like what I sense from Seren."

"It belongs to Her," Sierra spoke as she looked at Draven, "the reincarnated form of the deity of fire."

Draven hummed, "You can assure it once you meet her."

Just then Erlos arrived, "Sire, Lady Ember is here."

The two women sitting in the chair turned their heads to look at the woman who had walked through the door of the study. Both of their eyes fixed on her, the feeling of unknown familiarity grappling their hearts. Unknown to them, they stood up from the chair, their gaze not breaking away from Ember.

"It's Her," Evanthe spoke, referring to her vision when she saw a woman surrounded by fire when Morpheus was hurt.

"It's truly Her," Sierra mumbled, referring to Ember being the Deity of fire. "Face is different but her essence, her soul is still the same. Those eyes, they didn't change either."

Ember observed the two women. Though she had never seen them, she felt she had known them for a long time, that they were someone close to her. Her gaze puzzled as she tried to figure out what exactly she was feeling. Unknown to her, tears rolled down her eyes; she felt emotional, not knowing what was happening to her.

Sierra's eyes were moist as well, but she concealed her tears. Her friend, who was like her sister, was truly in front of her once more when she had thought she had lost her. Though appearance changed, memories were gone, her soul was still the same.

On the other hand, just like Ember, Evanthe was feeling emotional in her heart. Though there were no visible tears, her heart felt heavy to see Ember. It was as if there was some connection between them.

Draven walked towards Ember, his hand surrounded her shoulder to comfort her. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, "But I am not sure why tears are coming out of my eyes," her hand moved to her tightened chest, "I don't know why I am feeling this way."

He wiped her tears and said, "Let me introduce you to these two." He signaled towards Evanthe, who immediately got hold of her emotions and said, "This is Evanthe, the Queen of Witches, and this is Lady Sierra, her friend as well as former Deity of the Earth element."

"Glad to meet you, Lady Evanthe, Lady Sierra," Ember spoke, "and apologies for letting you see me cry for no reason."

"It's fine, Lady Ember," Sierra spoke, getting hold of her emotions.

While Evanthe was still lost in her mind, as if trying to find something she had lost. 'Why does she feel so familiar? It was the same feeling when I met Sierra for the first time. I felt like I knew her for a long time and now once again the same feeling towards Ember.'

Draven guided Ember to the chair and made her sit. As the four of them sat, when all the women had their emotions in check, Evanthe asked, "Sierra, she is the one?"

"Yes, it's her," Sierra confirmed and looked at Ember, "You are indeed the reincarnated Deity of fire, Lady Ember."

As Sierra and Evanthe spoke, Ember's attention was caught by something else, especially when she heard Evanthe speak.

"I have heard both of your voices before," Ember spoke.

"Have we come across each other before, by chance?" Evanthe asked.

"No," Ember replied, "I heard you two when I visited Lady Evanthe's residence in the witch clan a few months back."