The Forest of Memphis

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Watcher 3 licked the saliva off of his face. His eyes rolled upward, as he breathe heavily. "Oh, beautiful. You touched me so. The sweet texture of the saliva, I can taste the potential of you becoming the perfect candidate! A perfect vessel!" Watcher 3 laughed heavily, like a screeching hyena. "Come! Come!" His eyes looked like it about to pop out of his head, as he placed his left cheek next to her right one. "Let's witness the birth of the queen!" Watcher 3 increased his pace towards the chamber. The ominous chant continues.

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The Watcher Guard was angered by his comments. "You dare speaking such insolence?!" He swung the sword towards Hadrian by aiming him for the left side of his torso.
 
Aquario watched the men take off with Magiana and he instantly grew rage within his eyes. He forcefully rose to his feet but even then, he could barely keep himself up. Gripping his wand tightly, he muttered a spell, almost a chant.

"By the energy stored in me..." He grew weaker and weaker. "My aura, energy, mind, and spirit will bring death...to the one...I...pick. Drown this...place...with..." He was unable to finish his chant and finally fell on his knees and dropped to the floor. He didn't have enough energy to do his spell. He gasped in pain as he hit the ground and only reached out for Magiana.
 
A single tear streaked down Magiana's cheek as she was dragged away. Mr. Aquario.... I'll come back for you. I promise.

She could only feel fear and a knot form in her stomach as they approached the chamber. She could only hope whatever they would do wouldn't work. But judging by how he spoke to her, that possibility was only dwindling.
 
Hadrian raised his forearm. The attack was too close so the sword managed to stab through the arm. Yet the man didn't show any expression of pain however. It was as if he didn't even feel it. He put one hand on the blade, tensed his muscle and yanked his arm away from it. Blood started flowing out. He didn't even look.

"Can't even take a ****ing compliment?" He grunted in annoyance. The blood flow slowed and eventually stopped completely. The wound was still there, but it had stopped bleeding all on its own. "Shall I return the favor?" He moved his other hand to his back, taking hold of his beloved scythe.
 
Watcher 3 arrived at the door. He slowly opened it and pulled Magiana inside. The ominous chants grew louder and louder. There were multiple persons in the room. All of them had specialized outfits, different from the Watcher Trio and the Watcher Guards. 

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In the middle, stand a figure who's robe is white as snow. Watcher 3 forced Magiana on her knees, in a position to bow, as the white-robed man turned around. "Master of the Watcher Cult, Envy. Please, I have brought forth the vessel."

"Very good, Watcher 3. You have done great work to please this cult. You were such a naughty child before joining here. It took eons to whipped you into shape, my boy, but you eventually get it. You will taste the lust of the revival of our queen." Envy preached. He walked  very slow towards Magiana, kneeling down to observed her body. He touched her face and her hair. "Look at you, you are perfect. Veerrrrrrry perfect, my darling. Are you excited of what's coming, sweetheart?"

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"What is this?" Watcher Guard asked. "What is this?"

"He's a sinner. An sinner here to oppose our wrath." Another Guard stated.

Watcher 2 came from behind. "Why are you still fooling around? Have you found the intruder?" He turns and noticed the man wielding the scythe. "Who're you?" Watcher 2 began to brace himself, noticing the murderous intent emitting from all sides.​
 
Magiana refused to give a direct answer, not meeting Envy's eyes until she felt forced to look him directly in the eyes. 

"Don't waste time. You don't want to make her wait." She answered in a flat tone.
 
"It doesn't matter who I am. You look like their boss. Why don't you tell these mother****ers to back down before a massacre happens?" Hadrian smirked. The wound on his arm was shrinking, healing itself.
 
Envy smiled. "Oh, such sass! I wished I can dot he same! I wish I can smile ill! But I can't! I can't!" Envy grabbed her face, squishing both of her cheeks together. "You're such a wonderful girl are you!?" Envy's spit is seen to splattered over Magiana's face. "A wonderful girl for our rich and glorious queen!" Envy grabbed Magiana by the arm and head towards the center of the room.

"And that's why... the ritual must activate now!" All around the room, there were multiple women scattered on the floor. All the bodies looked like husk as if their life force were drained out. "All these women." Envy turns to Magiana. "You see, they are not fit to become the perfect vessel for our queen. But you, you can achieved this. I sense that unlimited potential with you! Are you excited!?" 

Envy turned to the rest of the members. "Brothers! Come together! It is time." 

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"I suggested you watch your tone. You are on our property. Disappeared, or I'll take you own personally myself." Wacther 2 noticed the strange occurrence about Hadrian's body. "
 
Magiana used a free hand to wipe her face. "My heart is racing a mile a minute, if that means anything..." In reality she was mortified. If she failed them, she would end up like these poor girls, never to see daylight again.
 
"I would. But since I'm here, maybe I should take a look at this 'queen' you people have been rambling on about." He said challengingly, with little care about the threat. No one had been able to defeat him before since he became 'immortal'.
 
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