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🔳 The devastated desolation of a witch
“Is that so? So you’re aware of what your grandfather’s sins then?” To him didn’t matter. Warlock. Witch. The sins of a family runs through the veins. The feeling of the light was overwhelming for the warlock that it just made him more pissed than ever. Doyoung can easily sense the witch was tense which should be expected. If he was calm, surely the warlock would try and smite him within seconds.
Arching a brow as he carefully observed Thomas moves, causing him to only then chuckle. “Judging on the way you’re acting, I didn’t think you would be this weak. Who knew a witch can be so fragile.” Was he trying to piss Thomas off? Yes. Did the warlock really meant what he said? Most definitely, without a doubt.
“It is my business when your grandfather happens to take someone of my kind.” he eyed on the other noticing the color of eyes going lighter, but he didn’t think much of it. If this was his way of being a threat to the warlock, he will happily do the same. If only the two weren’t on academy grounds. Doyoung wasn’t trying to get banned. “I don’t care what you are. If I could I would smite you right now– but I shall not. At least not now. Where’s your grandfather then witch? Just because you didn’t commit the sins of your grandfather doesn’t mean you are any better. It would suck if we took one of your loved ones, wouldn’t it?”
Doyoung had believed that his aunt didn’t deserve any of this. Being tortured by Theodore and who knows if she’s even alive. He could only hope, that somehow she is. His family had spent years trying to find her. Casting spells, trying to get in contact with her, but yet nothing. Sure, Doyoung family had many enemies, but Theodore was someone that they didn’t expect to be so., vindictive,, powerful.
The air was tense around them and Thomas was standing still now as he watched the other, careful, waiting and a little anxious as he felt the other’s anger rise within him. “I am not aware of all the sins of my grandfather, no.” he wasn’t, he never found out what his grandfather had specifically done to others or to himself really. He didn’t even really know where his grandfather was, was he dead? He had died but was he dead? He didn’t know and part of him did not want to know.
His brow twitched at the insult and he balled his fists before he turned to face the warlock. “Not all of us are made of destruction, warlock. I am a healer.” he spoke softly. It had been a rough awakening for him when he found out his main powerset was within taking care of others and not destroying them- what young witch doesn’t want to be able to control a firestorm or an ice tornado? That was not where his powers laid though and he watched the other carefully.
“Someone of your kind? That was also his kind, he was a warlock too.”
Then the other threatened not only him but those close to him and Thomas scowled as his eyes became even lighter and emitted a soft light from the orbs as he stepped closer to the warlock, the light within hot to any darker creatures around. “Is that a threat?” he asked the other as he tilted his head slightly at the man. “Don’t make the wrong enemies, warlock. I might be a healing witch but I have very powerful friends.” he whispered “They’ll clean their shoes on your carcass.”















