The Dark Magician’s Revenge 

Chapter 3 Part 1; 

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As the night grew darker, the resounding echoes of pounding feet reverberated through the air, gradually drawing nearer and nearer to the confinements of Evanora's cage. Following a series of distinct periods, the audible presence of stomping feet gradually diminished. 

In the dimly lit room, the moonlight filtered through the sturdy bars, casting a soft glow on the figures positioned at the far end. Three distinct human forms emerged from the shadows, their features becoming more discernible as the moonlight intensified. However, it was the central figure that commanded the most attention, as the spotlight of illumination seemed to converge upon the blond Crown Prince, accentuating his presence in the scene. 

"FUCK!"  With a fierce expression on his face, he emitted a loud and powerful yell, his hands tightly gripping the cold, unforgiving bars of the cage. Despite the expectation that Evanora would be confined within her cell, she appeared to have mysteriously vanished, leaving no trace of her whereabouts. Gerard's attention was drawn to a young servant boy who was peacefully slumbering in the center of the cell. The moonlight cast a gentle glow on his back, illuminating the scene. Notably, the boy's arms were tightly restrained behind him, adding an element of vulnerability to his slumber. 

Click 

Slam 

In a rush, Gerard swiftly undid the latch, forcefully swinging the cell door wide open, and then swiftly dashed into the jail chamber. 

 "WHERE IS SHE?!?" The man's voice erupted with a forceful intensity as he directed his anger towards the young individual, projecting his emotions with an aggressive tone.

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As the boy's head gradually lifted, his eyes, colored with blood, began to open, unveiling a malevolent sneer that adorned his face.    

"What do you mean, Gerard?" The boy's lips moved in perfect synchrony with the echoing words of Evanora, who exerted her control over him from a distance. As she exerted complete control, a remarkable transformation took place. His body, once ordinary, now emitted a radiant crimson glow, captivating all who witnessed it.

"I'm right here, aren't I?" As the scene unfolded, Evanora's demeanor shifted, and a sinister chuckle escaped her lips, resonating with a foreboding darkness. 

Gerard's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, reflecting the intense anger and fury that consumed him. "YOU-!" 

Evanora, with a contemptuous expression on her face, sneered.  "Don't yell at me, Gerard; you will hurt my ears."  

"How did you escape?" With a firm grip, he tightly clenched his hands, intensifying his gaze upon her.. "You were not supposed to escape!"   

"Hahahahaha!" Evanora, with a maniacal laugh, uttered her words in a dry tone. “Are you sure you want to know?" 

"Do you want me to tell you how your useless plan failed?" As the intensity of the red light increased, the tight bindings encircling the boy's arms gradually began to loosen. With a firm grip, she compelled him to rise from his position and approach the visibly frightened Gerard. The expression on his face was one of sheer terror. “Let me demonstrate, darling Crown Prince."  

Evanora came to a halt right in front of Gerald. With a firm grip, she carefully positioned the boy's hand on his shoulder blade. Applying force with determination, she exerted all her strength, causing him to lose his balance and descend onto his knees. In the end, he settled into a seated position directly beneath her. 

"That's a good crown prince, Gerard." As he looked up, he couldn't help but notice the sickeningly saccharine smile that adorned her face. It seemed to cast a gloomy shadow over him, as if mocking his very existence. 

"How does it feel to bow before me, your enemy? Hahahaha! " Evanora, with a mischievous chuckle, couldn't help but radiate a warm and pleasant smile towards Gerard. In this particular scenario, Gerard found himself in a position where he had no authority or influence over the outcome or course of events. The man's body trembled uncontrollably under the immense pressure of her imposing weight. The woman's eyes, a vibrant shade of red, emitted an ominous glow that sent shivers down one's spine.  

“Hmmm.” As Evanora hummed a soft melody, she couldn't help but revel in the satisfaction of the fear she had successfully instilled in him. ‘It serves you right; that is what you get for betraying me.’ 

Her eyes were locked onto the figures positioned behind Gerard, their features obscured by the shadowy surroundings. Upon closer observation, it became evident that the individuals in question were donning black cloaks, a departure from the typical attire of prison guards. This peculiar choice of clothing hinted at their distinctiveness and set them apart from the ordinary people one would expect to encounter in a situation like this.

‘I wonder what he is up to... Their attire resembles that of the dark priests that serve the god of darkness.' She thought deeply. 

"Lilith, if you could..." Gerard, with a trembling voice and a sense of terror lingering within him, mumbled his words, unable to fully articulate his thoughts due to the overwhelming fear he felt towards Evanora's formidable magic.

In the midst of a prolonged period of quietude, a sigh escaped from one individual, prompting them to take a step forward. The gentle illumination of the moon unveiled their feminine identity, casting a delicate glow upon their figure. The woman's white, lifeless eyes met Evanora's red eyes. Her long, wavy black hair, neatly resting on her collarbone, shimmered under the moonlight.

‘It's a dark priestess!’ Under her lips, the dark priestess uttered an incantation, her voice resonating with an eerie power. Evanora, a keen observer, watched intently as a mysterious and ominous radiance began to envelop the priestess, casting an otherworldly glow in the air.

'Fuck!' In a hurried manner, Evanora swiftly undid the spell that had been cast upon the boy, bringing him back to his original and ordinary condition.

After Evanora's departure, the boy's body succumbed to the force of her removal, causing him to collapse onto the ground. In a state of distress, he instinctively sat down, tightly gripping his head as the vibrant brown coloration gradually reappeared in his eyes.

"W-What happened?" The boy's mouth, dry and in need of moisture, emitted a faint, raspy sound as he spoke softly.

"Nothing to worry about, little one," Lilith said. She gracefully lowered herself to the same eye level as the boy, her face radiating a warm and affectionate smile. With a gentle touch, she lovingly caressed the top of his head. 

The child said, "Thank you, sister," while grinning. 

"Why are you calling me sister?" She inquired while angling her face to the left. 

"I wish I had a sister like you; you are so young and beautiful!" The young man's smile widened as he complimented her. 

His benevolence caused her to blush and feel slightly embarrassed. 

"Lilith, come, we need to leave," Gerard, with a commanding presence, rose to his feet and meticulously brushed off any traces of dust from his attire.  

“Yes, your royal highness," With a dismissive gesture, she expressed her annoyance by rolling her eyes. Subsequently, she trailed behind him, abandoning the child to his own demise.   

The child, feeling a sense of relief, took a deep breath and let out a sigh. 'Finally, they left... I’m happy Evanora successfully escaped.’ 

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