The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today-Chapter 22: Blizzards of Hell for Clawed Flames -2.8k

"I tell you, this probably is not going to turn out well." The gilded path of ice sparkled under the sunset, reflecting the tickled frost of skepticism in the witch's eyes. The 'spectators' were long gone with a silent, unresolved grudge for their smoked food, as the couple has delved deeper into the valley, the fields now empty with wild grasses and flowers, the regal blossoms of goldenrods and daisies swaying with the curious breeze, breathing into the prickly air between the two.

The dragon sighed, her confidence waning as her finger burrowed further into the witch's waist, the yelp and the cute glare failing to calm her reluctant agreement. It has been hours since they left the feasting sheeps to their cruel fates, and by then the couple has awkwardly danced around the topic, with a repeatedly earnest warning from the witch.

"Your age seems to catch up to you once again, old man." Adrei smiled in defeat, as her nail slowly crept up from the waist, barely stopping under the witch's pillows, freezing Demond harder than her own mana, as her icy trail shot out icicles again, the grasses crunched beside them to cover an otherwise innocent bystander.

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"E-even if I talk a little too much..." Holding tight the arm that seems not afraid to explore further 'right between' her, the witch gritted her teeth as her back nestled further into the dragon's embrace, cautious of the snaky intruder not the cross the valley. The witch raised her head, her hat tilting slightly off, revealing a scowl irriated at the unwilling listener.

"Ease your worry, my love. Trust me, the hero won't be that extreme." Adrei chuckled as she tipped down the witch hat, her attempt to cover the witch's eyes for her expression failed miserably, as the doubt in her tone was swept up along with the nodding wind.

"Oh please, it's not a 'you know her better than I do' situation. She'll actually do it!" Demond's voice grew slightly higher pitched, the cutesy determination unconvincing in the dragon queen's ears. Adrei's eyes narrowed, however, as the witch's panic was contagious...in various ways.

"Demond. Your daughter is the one who agreed to meet me for the peace treaties in the first place." Adrei's voice was a mellow rebuttal, the grasses twirling in the valley as if holding their tummies on the dragon's words.

"And she is also the one who promised first to slaughter all of you should anything go wrong, especially with me!" Demond's voice was a whip-crack of alarm, causing Adrei to flinch. The dragon had hoped Alice's interest in diplomacy was genuine, but the witch's reminder of her rash spirit was a stark one.

However, as the horizon is dimmed with clusters of golden showers, so does the dragon's panicky thoughts. Alexa smirked a little as she recalled the young hero pointing at the dragon queen, yelling at her for 'bygones be bygones, her father must be spared'. The cold bloodlust in her blue eyes towered over hers, as their heartbeats overlapped with excitement and tension. It was not a good time, yet it only reminded the daughter's love for the flustered witch in front of her, the familial bond as eternal as their convenant.

"Alright alright...then shall we send a letter to the palace to inform if anything goes wrong?" The dragon suggested, her chest leaning as it sunk into the witch's back.

"O-of course!" The witch yelped, the cushioned passion behind her was followed by another chortled affection. She groaned a little, the dragon's playfulness not helping to save the fate of their species who were about to be nuked out of existence. "But not to the castle. Straight into those geezers in the dragon's council! They will know what to do, probably."

"Really now? You seem oddly confident." The dragon queen, distrustful of the dragon council itself, further suppled her large chests as they sailed on the 'smooth sea of ice', her tail flicking up the thighs of the witch, jolting at the unholy sensation that surrounded her.

"Al-drei! Be serious! Or Alice will really-" The witch's protest was cut short by a sudden jolt, her mana detecting something fowl, something afar that hooked up the pool of her icy mana, the familiar, blaring sense of bloated darkness awakening her veteran's spirit. Adrei's smile froze mid-air, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble, but only grasses and daisies met her gaze, unblemished by any hint of malice but the breeze's subtle nudges.

"Demond?" The embrace grew tighter, as the scales of the dragon flared up, in preparation to the danger her witch was cautious of. "Did you mana detect something?"

Then as if answering her lover's question, the dragon's keen nose perked up, as she frowned. The stench of spite and the night's venom filled her nostrils, as the dragon gritted her teeth. The firery rage barely concealed as her tail grazed over the mudroad, the symbol of a peaceful journey now interrupted.

"Bats. Lots of them, in twenty kilometers ahead of us, approaching our destination." Sensing the dragon also detected, the witch pushed herself off from the dragon's embrace, as her palm spread open, before glitters of ice gathered, forming a staff that shone with a cold, bluish light.

Gripping her trusty, old, wooden sidekick, her stern gaze now turned to the enraged dragon. The sunset's light painted a fiery dance across Adrei's scales, as she recognized the scent. "Vampires. They don't seem to specifically head for us, but mostly to...head out for hunting, meaning..."

"Meaning when the moon falls, some innocent bystanders will be their dinner." Demond's voice grew steely, her grip tightening around the worn staff. The dragon's eyes narrowed in agreement, the flares of mana exploding inside her, the only indication was claws that grew with beastly sharpness, and scales that contained her ruthless manas. Her father's blood in her screamed once again. Tear them apart. Bath in the dark blood. Shower in the glory, as the peacekeeper's claws seeped deeply into her palm, the golden rays from the horizon's peek only glistened the nefarious blood from within, the blood of a peacekeeper, the blood of a tyrant.

"I'm sorry for this unusual honeymoon, Demond." Adrei held back her rageful tone, her arms trembling slightly with regret. The glowy sky is daunting, the trickling sunlight is a stark reminder of the dark night approaching, and the hatred for her enemies was as steep as the rocky road beneath them.

"Don't fret it, Aldrei, we could talk more later. Now," the witch's glowy eyes shutted, the warm light that surrounded her receded from the icy mana that crossed from her feet, and across the road, then circling all the way for the valley. The wind cried of an unwarrented storm as the temperature plummeted, the icy trails beneath her feet spoke of an early winter.

"Got it. They are flying to three caravans five hundred metres from here, arriving just when the night falls." Demond's eyes snapped open, as she extended her hand to Aldrei, whose frustration was stifled by such a gesture. "Let's not be like a young Alice who dropped her cookies on the floor. Come on!"

Aldrei froze as she stared at her lover's hand, a breeze came as the bangs were swept over her eyes, the tickling sensation mirroring her needled, yet prickly heart. As the peacekeeper met the determined eyes that shone like icy crystals, the dragon chuckled, a feathery throat calming down her irritation.

"We will show them how impolite it is to crash our union, won't we?" Adrei's grip on Demond's hand was firm and comforting, as the witch ran over the road hand-in-hand, urgency shown through the gliding frost trails beneath her feet. The new, young vessals put to good use, as the witch felt an agility that she had not felt in decades, the wind sliding over her cheeks as if singing a long-forgotten battle hymn, one the former old mage deeply cling on.

The dragon was about to suggest flying them there, before she noticed the confident smile on the witch's expression, the grumpy one she had when she was about to show off. She sighed, she would let the witch have her moment of youthful nostalgia, as they both knew that a dragon's presence in the sky would not go unnoticed by the vampires.

And so, the lovers marched on, a casual date of night approached with a den of bats as companies, their steps in sync as if the ice beneath them were a stage for a ballet, for a symphony of ice and fire.

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As icy trail decorated the valley, the distant caravans grew clearer in their vision. The bats' scent grew more defined, and the dragon's instincts flared with more vigilance with each step closer to the unsuspecting humans, closer for a violent dragon to hone her claws in the name of protection.

The peacekeeper's blazing eyes narrowed st the merchants, where the caravans were parked in a circle, the flickering campfires casting a warm glow against the deepening blues of the impending night, the unsuspecting danger. Adrei's eyes narrowed as she studied the layout, the humans' vision oblivious to the malice lurking beyond the skies. In a distance, the soft glow of the campfire from the merchant's camp could be seen, a beacon of hope in the sea of darkness.

"Aldrei." The witch's hand tightened on the dragon's, the resolution that was not tainted by unease, but rather sustained by years of experience, conveyed to her in a single whisper. The dragon queen nodded, as she faced the clearing far, far away, the clear sky painted with the crimson strokes of the sunset.

A silence grilled into both's preparedness, the anticipation of the approaching storm was palpable. One a former old mage that survived the tyrant's slaughter, the other the tyrant's daughter herself. Two kindred soul bound by the peace under a new dawn, yet the shadows of the night lurked to reshape the narrative.

And so, the reddy-orange sun dipped below the horizon, the curtain of nightfall unfurling like a cloak over the serene valley. The chill grown sharper, the breeze sung louder, and the grasses bent with the urgency of the approaching battle. With a huff, the witch closed her eyes, murmuring a tale that would freeze the world.

"Frostly spirits, blue tints of fires. Recognition beyond the cold hearts of liars." The witch raised her staff, a miracle she would cast for her companion, her partner, her peace. The world must drown in ice once again, for the selfish wish of a witch.

"I prayed not in faith, but for the frozen hearth's crave." Sprinkles of ice began to dance in the air around them, as Demond's voice grew in power that has not been heard since the bygone eras of the Dragonsong Battlefronts. The dragon queen smiled, her flaming scales in contents with the icy magic that now coated her and the caravans, her eyes now gleaming mini suns of ambers, wordless guardians for the era of peace.

Unaware of the frosty welcoming, the shadowy figures emerged, each harboring rubies for promises of revenge. The bats formation never broke even under the fierce gust of the dragon's roar, their eyes gleaming with a rage that transcended mere survival. The caravans grew more distinct, their occupants blissfully preparing for a night's rest, the hunger for blood only matched to that of the demon king's exile.

"I sang not for valors, but in solemn of the frostbitten millers." Demond's chant grew louder, the ice crystals twirling around them like a tornado of frost. The dragon felt the power surging through her veins, the cold embrace of the witch's magic wrapping around her like a second skin. The anticipation grew as each and every lusters of ice flakes grew in size, forming into a shimmering shield that would protect them for their first shared battle.

"Embraces for tragedies, outwit by comedies. Laughters for tears, and tears for cheers." The witch's incantation grew into an echoing crescendo, the air thickening with an eerie calm. The dragon felt the energy building of a decade-old spell, as glitters of waters, one by one, gathered into the clear skies, before clusters of ice shards form, promising a bountiful harvest would a canvas of death.

"So in a blizzard of hell, may the liars dance an eternal fell!" The witch's cry pierced the night as the ice shards rained down from the heavens, shimmering like a twisted aurora of icy wraths. The bats took flight in alarm, formations useless before the onslaught. Each shard grew into a javelin of frost, aiming for the monstrous creatures that had dared to taint their union night.

The blizzards has fallen, just as the corpse rain of shadows. Each ice shard hit where it needs, piercing through wings, eyes, and ears, all a reflection on the dated anger of the witch's heart. The blue crystals in the witch's eyes glistened, no trembling, no faltering. A pure show of force, as if swatting flies with a wand.

The grassy field is now stroken with inks, inks of nightfall and vampires' black bloods soaking a twisted, frozen dance floor. The caravans lay scattered, as the humans' cries of terror were lost in the witch's icy symphony, even if they remained unharmed within the witch's armors. The dragon's eyes remained focused, stilled, a peacekeeper's patience for the wicked to be cleansed, then she lunged admist the blizzard, her scales reflecting the moon's first light, the shards melting over the heated hardness as if like a steamy bolster from her partner, a lone dance set in a stage made of her bride's yearning for executions.

Blacky stinks fuelled her bloodlust, as her claws dug towards the survivors from the blizzard. One, two, and three and four...a weaving melody of feral touches, each one of them crumbling like a shattered star in the night sky, their cries piercing the quiet, the breeze muffling their panic. Adrie's eyes widened in joy, the amber suns spotlighted on the bats that dared to flee, their leathery wings and ears marked by dazzling holes of glazy edges, flapping desperately as the dragon's legs bolted forward, claws shredding through flesh after flesh, strides that fulfilled a tyrant's boiled rage, a lover's gentle cuddle.

And so, in a solemn silence, the ice witch watched. The field was a literal, complete bloodbath, sunken by a peacekeeper's passion for a wife's warmth, drenched by a witch's gelidity for a tranquility sought.

The dragon queen's steps were swift and sure, the thunder of her approach a stark contrast to the serenity of the surrounding ice. Each bat that she encountered was met a splattered end, claws and teeth tearing through their brittle forms. Adrei's breath hitched, a frosty fog crept up from her throat as she licked her lover's enchanted, glittery droplets from the air. The time was theirs and theirs alone, painted in the hues of a fiery dawn and a frosty night.

Soon, no more cries of pain could be heard. No more fluttering wings pierced the night air. The dragon's fiery eyes surveyed the battlefield, the ice crystals around them shattering into fogs, the afterglow of victory. The vampires had been defeated, their twisted forms lay scattered across the icy earth. The humans in the caravans, having witnessed the brutal display of power, cowered in a mix of awe and fear.

The witch, however, strutted down to the bloody plain. The icy trails following her, as the bare feet of the maiden was untainted by the inky mess, the night's first snowfall. The dragon watched her lover with a mix of amazement and affection, the fiery breaths frosting over the tips of her nose as she observed the witch's calmness amidst the carnage.

Murmuring another chant, as the witch approached the dragon, she observed the figure veiled by the graceful moonlight, shrouded by the inky remains of their enemies. Smiling, her staff touched the dragon, as the dragon felt a refreshing scent and coldness slipping around her body, then her lips, then her heart, and finally her mana. In the blink of an eye, she was cleansed from the battle's grime, the peacekeeper's scales shimmered with a silver glow under the moon, the witch's magic had done more than just slaughter or protect, as it kept the tyrant's shadow at bay.

"What a show off." Demond teased, her voice carrying a tinge of admiration rather than the usual crankiness.

"For you, one more would never be enough." Adrei chuckled, her voice echoing through the now silent valley. She nuzzled into the Demond's embrace, the corpses around them a stark reminder of their shared past, as well as the peace they swore to uphold. The moon now hang beyond the horizon, for the ceremony of blood and flesh, a twisted celebration of their vowed might.