Hansel & Gretel-The Twin Demon Hunters

Chapter 6

Gretel returned back to the kitchen with the help of the Prince as the other women were coming towards them. They were undoubtedly looking at the Prince and the vision of him talking to the newest scullery maid and helping her carry the dishes made their eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Although Gretel knew that she was going to be the object of scorn and jealousy of almost all the women in the castle maybe except a few good ones, who were innocent but they were too scared to speak out their minds. She was helpless in the situation altogether, her hands were tied and she had to listen to the Prince keeping on talking about the kingdom and his grand adventures. Nothing could make this man stop.

He had asked her to fight for herself, her faith and for everything that she stood for and Gretel would do that. She would take things very seriously and the Prince would soon come to know how serious she was about the war that raged inside the kingdom and the evil flame that they were fanning which was going to devour the entire kingdom in its flames only until she did something.

Once they reached the kitchen Gretel dropped down the trough carrying the now washed and clean objects and Caspian lowered the trough along with her at the door step of the kitchen where all the women were peeking at what was happening. Gretel could very well understand that there were so many things that Caspian wanted to tell her but it was not possible under the current circumstances.

“So I shall take your leave Madame. If you need my help for anything just send me word and I shall be always there for you,” said Prince Caspian, as he bowed down low, curtsying to a mere scullery maid and left the place but as expected he turned towards her looking if she was looking at him or not and Gretel smiled shyly averting her gaze which made the Prince smile even wider.

She entered the kitchen and found that the trough which had been emptied for washing by her had been filled up once again by dirty dishes and jugs and every other utensil she could ever imagine. Gretel let out a soft sigh and sat back down on her haunches. Whenever she had changed time with her brother, they had always come to the past and never to the future where she would be able to work and cook in a kitchen of her own liking. The kitchen of her dreams. With sleek, professionally designed, bespoke, granite counters, stainless steel appliances, spotless, scrubbed, well equipped, utensils on hooks, matching cups, uncluttered, clean folded tea towel, gentle swish from the dishwasher, efficient hum of refrigerator, professional knife block, dried flowers hung from beams, nothing superfluous, minimalistic, uncluttered, ceramic floor tiles, underfloor heating, that thought of the wonder kitchen was more than enough to send her to a heightened state of s****l frenzy.

In the monastery where she stayed before they arrived here in this place at this time there also she was supposed to work in the kitchen and there the condition was a bit better than here but not by much. The tea stained counters, shabby, dirt encrusted, grease splattered back splash, grubby, functional, ill-equipped, inadequate, decrepitude, noisy hum of refrigerator, dirty tea towel, tea stained mugs, chipped mugs, cracked mugs, odd assortment of cups, crumpled tea towel, dirty enamel mug, slimy draining board, un-rinsed dishes, curling linoleum, ancient stove, grime between cooker and cupboards, last year’s calendar askew on a nail, wobbly three legged table and everything which she had scrubbed religiously and arduously so that it would all remain clean. If she had to live here then she might as well do the same thing here as well but this was not at all fair since Hansel always had all the fun and she had to toil in kitchens.

She would say that this was not the proper use of her talents but then again Hansel was correct on a count that the society would not accept the transgressions of a woman until and unless there was a mass damage control and although they were powerful, I mean really powerful but still doing that would not be ethical under any circumstances.

But she needed to have a serious discussion with her brother about what they were going to do what they were going to do about this women who was a sorceress and had become the Queen of the lands. No doubt she was planning on something pretty big like letting someone loose or maybe multiple demons loose so that something horrendous could happen and the reign of evil might start. Or the worship of Satan and that too so publicly, it would not have been possible if she herself did not have a very strong source of power and that power needed to be kept alive if she needed the enchantment to work for this long. Gretel was thinking all these things but her hands were not idle, she was scrubbing the pots and pans and whatever was being thrown towards her and she did it without thinking sorely as a robot when she heard the name of the scullery maid being called.

“Rosa Maria, that is what your name is, is it not?” asked the woman who was standing there with her hands on her hips and looking at her with her eyes narrowed. She was not that young but it seemed that she had spent quite some time in this castle and she considered herself to be the bully who would test the waters of any new maid who came inside this place. But she was trying to mess up with the wrong girl, oops, no no, not girl, she was messing with the wrong demoness this time.

Gretel looked up at her and just gave a perfunctory nod. She did not deem her important enough to give the answer to her words neither she thought that it was essential to waste her thoughts on some pathetic human creature.

“You are to stand up and look down while I am asking you questions, puta,” said the woman, but saying would be wrong, rather spat at Gretel and whatever patience she had Gretel lost it the moment she said b***h in Spanish. Gretel rose to her full height which was considerably more than the woman who had just abused her and then she moved forward towards the plump woman as if stalking towards her prey and the woman started moving backwards hitting someone who was moving behind her. The other woman shouted at her for not being careful at all and then she saw what was happening and the entire kitchen stopped moving looking at the entire event unfold before her.

Gretel stopped with her face a mere inch apart from that of the plump woman and said,” You have never seen a puta in heat, or a puta protecting her children or even a puta who is crazy enough to kill for saving the person that she loves, but here is the matter of pride and dignity which you bitches actually do not have. I shall tell you this one time and you are supposed to remember this the entire time of your stay here.”

Gretel’s eyes had changed their colour and now they were glowing red rather than the normal dark pools of coal which she assumed in her demoness form. Her irises flashed red and the woman gasped out softly because she did not know what hit her.

“You are never ever to behave in this manner with any other woman in your short life. You are to supposed to obey every single command I make and everything that I say. You have no will or no position of your own and I am your mistress,” whispered Gretel, without breaking her eye contact. She desperately wanted to sink her fangs in the neck of this woman and drink the blood of this woman, sucking her dry in its entirety and then dropping her like a dead-weight on the floor but she could not do that in front of so many people.

“Do you understand what I said just now?” prompted Gretel in order to check that the hypnosis had worked on her perfectly and the woman blankly nodded at her.

“Then meet me in my chambers during the siesta and get the hell out of this kitchen at this moment,” said Gretel with a vicious note in her voice and the woman did not take any time in following her instructions and the moment she was out of her sight Gretel’s eyes shifted back to normal back and she went back to the dirty utensils and all the women and girls of different ages who had crowded the area moved away in order to give her more space to walk towards her place and then suddenly one girl stood and said something rapidly in Spanish which Gretel could not hear but she saw that all the women cheered looking at her.

She just smiled at them and then went back to the dishes amidst all the cheering. She could understand that they were actually starting to see her as someone who was not afraid to say what was needed and was considerably powerful. This was really good. Now the only thing that she needed to do was create a batch of seven girls who would be serving her during her time of her stay and after that she needed to understand the extent of power that the Queen actually held over all of the kingdom and what was her final plan.

The entire day she spent in washing the dishes and then again scrubbing the floors of the kitchen and although she was not a human being Gretel could definitely say that her hands and her knees were absolutely red and raw and now they were paining like hell. She immediately need to have some blood coursing through her veins and that too of a young nubile human, not that old coot. But where was she going to get a willing donor who was supposed to provide her s****l pleasure and also some blood so that she could do what she needed to before her brother could ask about her progress.

“Hiya, Rosa Maria, whatcha doing?” asked another maid who had come back for some wine from the pantry.

Gretel looked up from the floor which was probably the cleanest anyone had seen in the castle and she desperately wished she had some of the detergents that she used in the monastery floors for scrubbing them.

“Nothing at all. Just finishing cleaning up after you all have done dropping so much on the floor,” she said with a scowl on her face.

“And what about your lunch?” asked the girl whose name she did not know.

“Let’s see I shall have something after I am done with this place. Till now I am only working with the floors and I need to clean the walls and the ceilings as well but that is a bit long-term,” said Gretel, as she stood up and then almost stumbled off as her muscles cramped up. She needed blood fast.

“Let me help you. Come with me, I will show you where we eat and so that you can take some rest after you take your food. You do not worry so much cleaning up. It is the Prince who is freakish on cleanliness and not the Queen, so none of our jobs are at stake,” said the maid as Gretel followed her licking her lips eyeing her neck to sink her fangs into.