Those dark desires Richter had are strong. Meanwhile, the executioner and Dracula go head-to-head, with no mercy for such a vile creature; the executioner thinks Killing Creature would end everything, but the cycle continues. Executioner carried with him pure silver; with one hit with the Whip, our king would be suffering significant blood loss. The executioner would laugh, catching our king off guard and hitting the heart. Things took an unfortunate turn, and the castle burned to the ground. Having our king In a body bag and our queen over Richters's shoulders. Richter did not do anything to our queen. The executioner spoke
“ and did one put a spell on her?” Richter nodded. “She will not be able to break it, but I think there is more to her.” they both looked at each other. Executioner smiled. “We may have gotten her, but this one in the bag is a fake; he will come for her.” They lived in isolation but near a beautiful forest; the townspeople wanted nothing to do with them. A couple of days have passed, and our queen has awoken, but in an unfamiliar place, she looked around, confused.

Queen: what is this place

She looked out the window at a beautiful forest, Birds, animals, water, everything someone could want, but the door burst open. She quickly turned

Queen: geez, knock will you

Richter: my lady, I'm sorry, ah beautiful, aren't you

Queen: so, am I getting my clothes back?

Richter: no, I burned them, but I left some soft material to make an outfit

Queen: you have given me such excellent material. Why aren't I your enemy?

Richter: no, you are not, but he is. Did you expect to get killed

Queen: Honestly, yes, most hunters do that

Richter: why would such a beautiful woman like you ever think that?

Queen: because beauty hides what the people fear, I am no average queen, a scarlet witch enemy to the people, though I don't go around destroying things like some

Richter: but you do not, so nothing to worry about; make your outfit. I want to see the magic

Our queen would work her magic, transforming what she was provided Into a dress royal like

Queen: there we go; one must blend in

Richter: and a slit in the back, why?

Our queen's wings came out all six

Richter: ANGEL!!!!!!!

Queen: yes, why?

Richter would hug our queen tightly, squeezing her bones a little too tight. He had informed her she could only leave if they left, for the spell was more significant. A moment became dark when the executioner walked in; he separated the two and looked her dead in the eyes

Queen: I don't have answers; he wouldn't tell me his location or coordinates. I swear it

Executioner: and is one lying

Queen: search my brain; nothing

Executioner: tell me, and I won't beat you

Queen: do it. I have nothing. If you don't believe me, do it by all means

Executioner: why do you defend him?

Queen: the man has done nothing to me, and for the last time, I have nothing

The executioner would use magic to read the brain; he saw nothing, he got mad and started to rage

Executioner: And he knew about this, yet he leaves you out in the open

Queen: he did it to protect me, I guess, from y'all

Executioner: then there is still a chance she can turn back; we have to take higher measures

Richter: we don't; the spell is magnificent; you saw
the recovery

Executioner: yes, but still, the wound is on the heart

The queen backed away quickly, for she knew what he was talking about; he would grab her, and she would resist knocking him on his ass and run out to the door, but Richter ran after her executioner would follow

Richter: no, angel, it's Okie; we won't kill you; come back

Executioner: she won't make it far

Our queen took flight but couldn't escape; her magic was ineffective with the whip. Richter would pull her back in his arms

Richter: stop running; we want to heal you. Is all



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