Hansel & Gretel-The Twin Demon Hunters

Chapter 12

Before Gretel could say any word Hansel smiled at her and vanished in thin air and she absolutely hated it when her brother did things like this. Now this was the sole purpose of why they were here in this odd Dark Ages rather than living in New York in the comfort of the 21st century. But he had locked her inside the castle and she could not step out of the boundary. Why on the name of entire earth he would be doing such behavior like jackass she was not sure but she knew this that her brother was going to pay the price for the magic he had done on her without her permission.

But if someone was doing magic then there must have been some kind of after effect on the land. The land must have already started speaking against the sinful acts that were being committed. There was always a price to pay when it came to magic done by humans because unlike the demons they were not born of darkness, but of light with the purest spark of creation in their body, a soul which was a gift from the Almighty himself. When they sold off their soul to the Dark Lord then there was definitely a price to pay and someone or the other paid that. Most of the times it was a clueless i***t who simply did not know that he or she was bearing the brunt of the magic but when the things were so great and so strong it was usually the land which would give out signs asking for help and change the course of Nature back to normal.

Gretel knew that all she had to do was to just make someone get something from the lake or river or the market in the nearby village so that she could hear about any kind of anomaly that might have happened and then decide how to fight that. But now she had to know about the Queen who had made the people of the Kingdom worshipping Him instead of God and how she had managed to do that when things were so direly negative.

It was dawn already and Gretel finished dressing up from whatever clothes she was supposed to wear. True, that she mostly wore habits and dresses which were very conservative and modest and did nothing to show off her exceptional human figure but at least there she could say that she was wearing clothes which were made from good quality fabric, not silk or velvet but most definitely high quality linen or cotton which kept her comfortable and was soft on her skin unlike this coarse and rough clothes. She hated wearing this nonsense but she needed to play the part as well she could in order to get inside the heart and soul of this castle. If Gwendolyn was a sorceress who could start such magic without thinking about anyone else then she could also check that out and abate from anything bad happening to any of them.

She opened the door of her small room under the stairs near the broom cupboard and she recalled the room of Harry Potter in his Uncle and Aunt’s house below the stairs where he spoke with the spiders and other rodents most of the time. She smiled at the thought and then started her way towards the kitchen in order to check that the dishes were cleaned for the cooking of breakfast. This manual labour was really too much for her to adjust to. She needed a way to get over this and try doing it with magic so that she would not have to waste her hands, knees and elbows and deal with this pain every single day but then again her brother was right on that count that she would not be facing this or she would never have this pain if she knew when and how to feed and today especially her body was sated and on fire. It was a real good decision to call upon Hansel yesternight even though he had put a barrier and protection spell upon her. On the path of going to the kitchen she heard the clash of swords and grunts and swish of the swords cutting through the air of dawn and the clink of the armour and she stopped right in her tracks.

Two armoured soldiers were fighting each other in the grounds of the castle and it was a full-blown duel where both of them were fighting to kill and the moment Gretel smelled the ample testosterone being released in the air in order to prove who the alpha male was she started salivating again was. It was as if a veritable feast of beautiful strong male flesh had been placed in platter in front of her and she only had to play her part and charm them in order to become her slaves but then her attention was diverted as one of the men was hurt and he fell to the ground. The one who was standing opened the head guard and shook his hair in the cold chilling fresh air and Gretel forgot to breathe once again. It has been quite a long time since she had been affected so badly by one single male. It was something different that she had faced in the earlier years and unlike what she felt for her brother. This was something absolutely unreal and she needed to understand what it was.

It was the Prince of the realm, Sir Caspian, first of the order of knights of the kingdom. She gasped out and in the silence that sound reached his ears and he looked towards her and Gretel knew that as was expected she needed to flee that place at that moment or she would not be able to form coherent speech and start babbling which would create another disturbance all together. She did not want to be represented as a klutz in front of the Prince. She could feel the laughter of the Prince striking at her back and she could feel it on her skin seeping in her pores.

Gretel quickly reached into the kitchen and found that everyone was still sleeping and no one was awake. Yeah!! That was what was left to be done in this place, wake everyone up for work but then she thought might be this was the best chance of working her own magic for a specific purpose. She looked at all the sleeping faces and chose the youngest and the prettiest of the lot, seven among them were the most delectable and supple. Men were easier to be corrupted but they were never as loyal to her as the soul sisters were. It was always a better choice to be taken care of by women rather than men and her Brother would definitely agree with her.

Gretel knelt down beside each of them and kissed the naked skin which was visible, for some it was neck and beck and for a few it was the fore-arms or the wrists. After she had finished the preliminary part of marking the sigil of the succubus on their skins she started whispering softly thee incantation which would make them obedient and docile to her instructions and a soft small suggestion would make them pliable enough to finish the ritual with fornication. It was quite good feeling for her in the morning and when she had finished spelling out the entire prayer in Latin, Gretel knew that her cunt was wet as hell but she had a job to do and she quietly took up all the dishes, pots and pans clattered here and there and started scrubbing them with the husk of the coconut slowly so that no noise was made and she could finish washing off one section of the utensils before everyone woke up. It was easier this way because she could use her demonic strength and power and finish everything faster so that she could roam around in the halls and corridor of the castle and inspect them for any kind of demonic presence.

If the Queen was creating magic which was so powerful then she must have a few demons close at hand in order to enhance her powers to a greater degree so that she could summon the energy directly from the abyss where they hail from. Now it was a matter of time before she could take down a few of those nasty little bastards down all by herself and then make them her playthings. While she was thinking all these things Gretel could feel someone looking at her from the doorway and her hands started moving at a normal human pace. It was still not an hour when everyone started waking up and they watched her with awe as they found that she had already finished half of the night’s work all by herself.

“Holy goodness girlie…when from have you been working?” asked the woman who was the Head Cook and who had been brought to submission and normal behavior just yesterday.

Gretel looked up at her and smiled softly saying,” Well it is a new place and the bed was so soft that I could not sleep all night, kept on tossing and turning all night and then when the sun came up I could not stay in bed anymore. I woke up and found that all of you were asleep so I thought I would do some more work to help you a bit.”

“I wish that all my maids and cooks were as good as you girlie, then I would not have to pull my hairs everyday in order to make things work at the right time in the right way. But I must tell you that you are an absolute angel in disguise and I would never know what to do without you, Rosa Maria,” said the head cook as she took up a large cauldron from the stack of clean utensils.

“I am sure the others would love to hear words of encouragement like that don’t you think?” prompted Gretel, as the head cook looked at her and said,”Oh!! They will, but they need to work for that first.”

Both of them laughed out together and they went back to their respective tasks as the entire kitchen filled with low hum and hubbub of all the women and maids chattering here and there now and then. Suddenly the head cook came back to Gretel and said,” Listen up girlie, one thing is there which you need to remember. It is the feast today. There are so many royal guests out there and the best dishes and china has to be served. So you need to go to the pantry and pull down all the china that is there and then get them cleaned up and stacked in the cabinets once the cooking is over. Then I shall give two of the maids to help you in poring and serving all the dishes to be kept in the dining hall. You have something good to wear, don’t you?”

Gretel kept on nodding at the right times and smiling inwardly at her good luck for now she had a good chance of spying around the castle without getting caught or shouted at. Suddenly when the question of dress came she said no.

“I only have two dresses for work Ma’am. I thought that as the scullery maid I would not have to go out in front of people, so I did not pack anything at all. And this other dress I have is for the Church to be worn on Sundays,” said Gretel, as mildly it was possible.

“No problem at all. You just need a bit of rustling up and it will make you look better even than the most beautiful of Princesses. I shall ask Alice to help you find something,” said the cook as she walked back to the chickens which had been brought.