Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26444332-20171021160452

As they were speaking, another Inquisitor entered the room, this one small, female, and pale-haired; her lifeless maroon eyes roved to and fro, quickly understanding the situation, and she broke into a slight smile.

‘Crimson Witch,’ she spoke warmly, as if greeting an old friend. ‘We meet again, at last! It’s been years.’

Kurenai smiled savagely, distorting her beautiful features into an otherwise cruel expression. ‘Catherine Aylesworth- or should I call you the Black Witch now?’

‘Catherine will do.’ she replied, before covering her mouth as if to conceal a smile or frown. ‘My, my, you seem to have done a number on my poor Inquisitors. Quaking in their boots, to be sure. And I thought I had taught them...’ as she spoke, she made a slashing gesture with her hand, and the other Inquisitors fell dead, their throats cut, ‘...that the only person they needed to fear was me.’

Kurenai shook her head, smiling despite the horror of what the Inquisitor had just done to her own kind. ‘Don’t be so hard on them, Catherine. They can’t understand someone like me.’

‘No, I don’t think they can. Only I could understand someone like you.’ Catherine giggled. ‘Isn’t that why we always end up like this?’

‘Oh, the part where we try to kill one another?’

Catherine didn’t respond, but rather gained the same insane look in her eyes as Kurenai as shadows began to swirl and eddy around her like a living thing. Azarias waved Slade and Severin off silently, shaking his head, and motioned for them to get out, himself following. Behind them, the two witches faced off; one scarlet, one black.