Chapter I: The poison that kills Beatrice.
It was a small room shaped like a heptagon. Furnished with products of the best quality, silver silk curtains which glittered to the rays of light and comfortable sofas, it looked like a small piece of heaven. You could distinguish a female figure in the depth of the room, fairly looking with balanced proportions, sitting with her legs crossed. Her dull face was only supported by her hand, which in turn was being supported by the arm of the sofa. Her posture designated clear boredom. She had golden hair, eyes in the color of sky and was wearing an elegant dress many would long for.
The woman tilt her head.
‘Ronove.” she called out, apparently to someone lurking nearby.
A sudden swarm of shiny golden butterflies who appeared out of nowhere engulfed the room, seemingly materializing into a young man, no older than thirty, with long brown hair, a mustache and an attire resembling a butler’s.
‘You called, Milady?’ he asked.
‘ Aye. Boredom’s been killing me lately. I believe it’s time I started a new game.
Hopefully I’ll come across something worthwhile this time.’ The witch replied.
‘Shall I set up a game board, then?’
‘Yeah, you do that…’
‘Certainly.’ Said the butler in a willing tone.
Golden butterflies filled the room once again as the man dissolved into thin air.
Ronove wasn’t exactly your typical butler. He had the status of the 27th highest ranked demon among all, and now served the witch in the position of Head Furniture. Even though loyal to his madam, and ‘quite useful’, as she claimed, he was impudent with his language, often forgetting to direct her the required respect when talking to her. Nonetheless, that didn’t seem to annoy the witch – perhaps she even enjoyed it. Regardless, Ronove was a rare piece, talented at many things.
Moments passed and the witch still hadn’t moved an inch. She maintained the same posture all this time while staring blankly at the wall, probably drowning into her own thoughts. It’s been a habit of hers lately, actually. It signed her excessive boredom.
She only returned to reality when Ronove returned to the room.
‘Preparations have finished, Milady. You can go ahead and use the game board now.’
‘You had me waiting long enough’ she pointed out.
‘Ku-ku-ku’ laughed the demon
‘Some unexpected emergency came up so I had to deal with it.’ He continued.
He had probably slacked while getting his freshly baked cookies out of the oven. Yes, Ronove had hobbies like that, and was quite good at them. The witch soon realized and didn’t ask for further explanations; she simply didn’t care. Instead, she returned to normal postured and faced the table in the middle of the glossy room.
The ‘game board’ lied on top of it.
The board itself looked like an empty chessboard. A square gaming top with no pieces laid on – these would be added later. However, they differentiated from the chess ones. They weren’t made of glass or metal, no. Those pieces were made of flesh and bones, they were living humans and the board itself was the world.
The witch had no reason to hold back. Boredom was the only poison killing he, so she was desperate to find an antidote – and she only found that in toying with human lives. After all, she was known as one of the most brutal and merciless witches in the whole universe,
Beatrice, the Endless Witch.
‘Let the game being then.’
*Cackle, cackle, cackle*
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