Saturday Story 2025 #6 (A Sign of Evil – Part 23)
Part twenty-three of this supernatural/witchcraft/mind control story is now available on my Patreon. Synopsis below:
Lila Walters, a good witch, finds herself entangled in a fight for the minds and souls of those she loves the most.
In today’s installment, as the battle against Tabitha’s forces rages on, Lila comes up with a cunning but dangerous plan to take down the evil witch once and for all.
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A small excerpt is available below:
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When mother and daughter arrived at the Resistance’s headquarters, the world was on fire. Tabitha’s minions were everywhere like a swarm of deadly locusts hellbent on destroying everything in their passage. Besides a battalion of witches and warlocks, she had conjured dark elemental and shadow demons from the nether regions of the underworld. Driven purely by hate, they were terrifyingly strong, and a menace like no other.
“Oh, this is bad!” Lila exclaimed as she watched the chaos unfold around her.
The entire base was under siege with the cavernous walls cracking and crumbling under the relentless onslaught. All protective wards were either gone or fading, and smoke and sulfur filled the air. Above their heads, a gaping hole had been opened that allowed for a glimpse of the sky. It was now a churning mass of dark clouds, illuminated by red lightning, and the silhouettes of more enemies rushing in.
Not far from where they had materialized, there was another hole, this one connecting to the bowels of the Earth. It was a two-pronged attack, with the demonic entities clawing upward and the mind-controlled zealots raining hell from above.
To their left, a group of shadow demons scaled the walls, phasing in and out of existence as they drew closer to their prey. They didn’t have physical bodies per se but could mimic anything they wanted to because of their writhing nature. Whatever the form they assumed, it was always monstrous, contorting in ways that defied Logic and Reason. Lila saw a nightmare of mouths and claws that were pure malice, slicing through armor and flesh alike with unsurprising ease.
On the opposite side of the battlefield, a group of warlocks led by a balding menace with slithering black tattoos all over his body were unleashing devastating blasts of dark magic. They rained down like missiles, each one exploding with a deafening roar. The ground cratered under the force of their attacks, sending chunks of molten rock flying in every direction. Lila could feel their malevolent influence spreading, and it was as infuriating as nauseating.
The Resistance fighters, though brave and unyielding, were outnumbered. They held their ground the best they could, firing volleys of earth, water, and fire magic, but they were faltering. The dark elementals swept them off their feet, their hulking forms making mincemeat of flesh and bones. It was a massacre.
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