Not proofread and sadly short

Zendala grinned at Jisung, causing the young warlock's blood to start boiling. How dare she? How dare she cause so much pain and then stand in front of him with a grin plastered all over her face?

A rush of magic made itself known in Jisung's veins and he made no attempt to stop the ball of blue magic forming in his hands. This was all Zendala's fault. If it wasn't for her, non of this would have happened. Hyunjin wouldn't be mourning his mother's death, Jeongin would still have a mischievous smile on his face instead of an pained expression, Woosu's mother would still be alive, Minho and Felix wouldn't have had to go through the pain of almost loosing their parents and birth clan.

They would all be fine if it hadn't been for her.

"This is all your fault!," Jisung exploded, hurling the ball of pure blue magic at Zendala. The smile on the woman's face widen as she merely raised her hand to deflect the attack. The hunter behind her had tensed, his grip on his crimson blade tightening, but he relaxed again when the ball of blue magic disappeared before Zendala's hand.

Jisung breathed heavily, not knowing if it was from the rage boiling under his skin or his previous lack of air. He knew all too well how hyper aware of the situation Minho was next to him. He could feel unchecked anger, fear and nervousness roll of the other in waves, yet the older didn't flinch or retract once.

"Now that wasn't smart. I just came here for a little chat," Zendala mused, fixing her cloak absentmindedly and swiping a stray strain of dark blue hair behind her ear. The resemblance of Jisung's and her hair was shocking, despite already knowing this as a fact.

Jisung clenched his hands into fists when he realized once again just how similar their appearances were. They couldn't deny the blood they shared even if they wanted to, and oh how desperately Jisung wanted to deny it. Yet, it irritated him even more that Zendala made no move to attack them and claimed she wanted to talk only mere minutes after one of her hunters had murdered Ms. Hwang.

"I don't care if it was smart or not. All this fighting and death is your fault, so why do you think I even want to talk to you?," Jisung hissed, his balled fists calling upon his magic once more letting his hands glow blue.

Zendala's eyes dropped down to Jisung's fists for a short moment, the grin on her face unwavering. Internally Jisung prayed for someone to swoop in and take Zendala on while she was distracted. He knew he couldn't take her in a fight, she was too powerful for that, but he could distract her well enough for someone else to take their chance. The problem was that neither Seungmin nor Byungho were here, who could notify one of the stronger fighters to make this happen. Minho and Felix couldn't do anything because Zendala and the hunter at her side would notice and Hyunjin and Jeongin were in no position to fight and even if they were Jisung doubted they could conjure up a illusion strong enough to give them a chance at fighting them.

The only thing Jisung could do was continue to distract Zendala in hopes of an opportunity arising, or to give Jeongin and Hyunjin enough time to collect themselves and flee.

"You are probably well aware of this already, but you are my blood, Jisung," Zendala purred, grin becoming just a fraction wider, "Why wouldn't I want to talk to you?"

Jisung bit hard onto the inside of his cheeks, his sky blue eyes never leaving the ones of Zendala while his magic began to build itself up. He felt it crackling over his skin, breaking free into the cool night air, illuminating his form in a bright blue color. What felt like a life-time ago, Jisung would have thought he was having a with the amount of magic dancing over his arms, but his laser focus on Zendala and the anger boiling in his chest was reassurance enough. His magic was reflecting his rage and not trying to show him future events.

The masked hunter beside Zendala grew tense again, but the blue-haired woman merely smile, not an ounce of fear or nervousness detectable in her demeanor. She almost seemed proud, to which Jisung wanted to react with nothing more than a gag and glare, but he needed to keep her interested in him. It was the only thing he could do right now.

"Stop this madness and call the hunters back if you really want to talk to me," Jisung snarled. He knew it was a fruitless attempt of solving this peacefully, but it was worth a shot. Zendala's grin turned into a smile and then she bursted into laughter, making the hair on Jisung's neck stand. Her laughter was loud, unhinged, almost insane. She swiped away the tears that have collected themselves at the corners of his eyes, still chuckling to herself like she had heard the greatest joke ever.

"Oh, I won't stop it, but don't worry it will be over soon enough," the female warlock breathed out, still calming herself from her laughing fit. Jisung's shoulder grew tense and his magic sparked for a moment. The warlock could feel Minho beside him become nervous too, but the young magic user willed himself to remain calm and collected.

"This whole process will end with the world being free and equal," Zendala continued, a pleased smile stretching itself onto her lips. Jisung blinked at the woman standing in front of him. His magic began to retract at its user's disbelief, but lit up again when Jisung willed more magic into his clenched fists.

Did Zendala really believe she was a world safer? That she was doing good by slaughtering supernaturals? That she would be the one to cause world peace? She was absolutely delusional!

Jisung glanced at the hunter beside Zendala for a brief moment. The man had remained entirely unmoving, his hands still rested on his crimson sword and his stance was stable and guarded. It scared Jisung how the man reminded him of the older members of various groups that had trained them for the rescue mission. He must be a skilled, experienced fighter, there was nothing that suggested otherwise. Yet the scariest thing about the man was how his eyes met Jisung's. It took every bit of will for Jisung to not take a step back or lean more towards Minho.

The man's eyes suddenly flickered to Jisung's side and towards Minho. Jisung let more magic flow into his hands and was more than prepared to smack a ball of pure energy into the hunter's face to protect his boyfriend, but Minho had merely moved more towards him. The young warlock let his tense shoulders relax a bit more at the close proximity of his mate while he continued to glare at Zendala and the hunter beside her.

"I will be the one to free the world of all evil and finally create true peace," Zendala picked up on her musing again, remaining ignorant to the tension between the hunter on her side and the teenager opposite her. Jisung exhaled explosively through his nose. Zendala was just insane to think that after everything she did.

"There will never be true peace with people like you, like the hunters who refuse to accept others. There will never be peace if one group of people fears or feels superior to another one," Jisung argued, relaxing his fingers while still looking straight into the sky blue eyes of the woman, who gave birth to him, yet became a stranger to him. He took a breath.

"You want to create peace through genocide and that will never work!," Jisung yelled at Zendala, taking pleasure in the way her smile flattered for a heartbeat. "Peace created by murdering whole groups of people is no peace but merely silence after a never ending series of slaughters," the young warlock went on, part of him hoping he could drill at least one of his thoughts into the female warlock's delusion mind.

Zendala was still for a short moment, her smile frozen on her lips. It almost seemed like Jisung had gotten through to her, but then her smile morphed into a cocky grin and she chuckled lightly. She put one of her hands onto her hip, cocking her head to the side while mustering Jisung with sky blue eyes.

"You are too inexperienced and too young to truly comprehend what I am talking about, Jisung," Zendala mused, her eyes flickering around the forest. There were still fighting noise all around them, occasionally you could see the colors of magic or fire lighting up in the dark of the night.

Jisung's chest constricted, making it hard to breath while he tried to come up with something to get Zendala to continue this conversation with him. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth despite the many things circling in his brain that he wanted to spit into her face. Some things more professional than others, but no matter what he had to keep her distracted.

A brush of someone's warm hand against his was all it took for his tongue to finally form words again and his mind supplied the perfect comeback for her accusation. Zendala was self centered and saw herself as something bigger, as someone chosen. How would someone so delusional feel when they are accused of serving someone they consider to be under control?

"No, I understand your goal perfectly well," Jisung began, still fixing the female warlock with a glare.

"You work with the hunters for the greater good but in the end you do the hunters' biding by getting rid of supernaturals, so that one day you're the only being with ability to use magic," Jisung shot back, a lot calmer than he had thought it would come out.

Zendala grimaced in displeasure while the hunter at her side, shifted a little bit. It wasn't clear whether the man agreed with what Jisung said or not, but it certainly had caused him to react in some way. His gaze even left Jisung for a split second to focus on Zendala before retuning to their previous target. Meanwhile Zendala's grimace had morphed into something more akin to a scowl. Displeasure and irritation was written all over her face.

"No, you don't understand my goals at all. I will free the world and create peace by getting rid of every being that in a way is superior to another until the only ones remaining are the weak and powerless. They, unlike the ones born into power and wealth, will not misuse the privilege gifted to them, simply because they know how it feels to have nothing," Zendala explained, letting her right wrist thoughtlessly circle. She avoided looking directly to Jisung and the smug smile never made a reappearance. Instead there was serenity. This was Zendala's resolve, her core belief and to Jisung it was utter nonsense.

It took the young warlock a moment to fully register the words that had come out Zendala's mouth. The words that should explain why she did what she did, but it explained next to nothing. It only highlighted one thing in Jisung's mind. Zendala was completely and utterly out of her mind.

"Who are you to judge that!," the words spilled out of Jisung's mouth in a shout that startled everyone in his close proximity. Minho flinched, the hunter to Zendala's side took a step forward before retreating again and Zendala's eyes widened as she looked at her son. Jisung was panting for reasons he couldn't name, his magic was dancing over his skin begging to be released and his sky blue eyes were piercing through Zendala's almost identical ones.

"Who are to judge who is powerless and who isn't? Who is superior to whom? Who is inferior to whom?! If people wouldn't be so stupid they would realize that we are all the same. Everyone bleeds when cut and in the end we all become just a bunch of bones, no matter if human or supernatural!," Jisung yells into her face. His voice was almost hoarse from all the shouting, but the look on Zendala's face made it worth it. Her eyes were blown wide, surprise written in every of her facial features.

Did Jisung get through to her? Did he cause her to rethink what she is doing? Before Jisung could answer this questions for himself he could see movement in the corner of his vision. The hunter at Zendala's side had dashed forward, his eyes still locked onto Jisung. The young warlock released the magic surrounding him in a hurry, but the hunter sliced through the magic, the crimson blade gleaming in the moon light. He was already too close for Jisung to form and hurl a magic ball at him, so was this it?

Of course it wasn't. Jisung was pushed harshly out of the way by Minho, who brought them both to the ground in a desperate attempt to dodge the blow. The hunter's blade sliced through air where he had tried to cut down Jisung, but he immediately turned, slicing Minho's side open.

Now Jisung had enough magic to form into a ball and push the hunter back before Minho fully crashed into him. The hunter stumbled back while Jisung and Minho tumbled to the ground with one of them holding his bleeding side.

Minho didn't even cry out, just holding his side with a hiss, but blood was already covering his fingers. Jisung's eyes lingered on Minho's hand that was slowly overflown with blood until he heard Felix's horrified cry for his older brother. He ripped his gaze away from Minho and looked up to see the hunter dash towards them again. In the corner of his eye he saw Felix moving too, but the hunter was way quicker and Jisung could only push him back a bit with his magic.

While Jisung's magic charge up, preparing itself to push the hunter again, the man was flung back by a much mightier wave of magic. In the blink of an eye, Zendala stood before Jisung and Minho, letting Felix freeze in his current position. Zendala's shoulders shook in pure rage, her hands were clenched and surrounded by magic so dark of a blue tone it almost seemed black. Her sky blue eyes glared daggers into the hunter.

"What do you think you are doing, Reinhard!," Zendala screeched like an enraged harpy. The hunter, Reinhard as she had called him, rose from the ground and gripped his sword again, his cold gaze was fixated onto Jisung until he moved his eyes up to meet Zendala's glare.

"He needs to die," he stated, his voice almost too calm. Zendala sucked in an audible breath, her white knuckled fists began shaking along with her shoulders. She seemed about ready to explode.

"He is my son. Raise your sword towards him one more time and I will kill you right where you stand," Zendala howled, her magic sparking with her intense emotions of rage. Jisung was forced to take a breath when his lungs began to scream for air. He was holding desperately onto Minho, who was still clutching his side and basically laying on top of him while watching the exchange between Zendala and her hunter.

Reinhard rose to his full height. He was towering over Zendala, but the woman didn't back down even a little bit. She continued to glare daggers at him with barely contained rage coming off her in waves.

"He's distracting you! He's manipulating and corrupting you because you let him!," the hunter argued, the volume of his voice rising.

"He is the reason I have come this far! He is my hope in this shit hole of a world and you know that!," Zendala barked back. The tremble in her shoulders was gone and her fists had stopped shaking. She had become silent, almost like a statue while she stared down the hunter.

Jisung would have continued to stare at Zendala in utter bewilderment if it wasn't for the bleeding cat hybrid that had started to tremble in his lap. The warlock's gaze snapped down to Minho when the older started to shake, a dull pain also being evident in the blue-haired male's side. The older's breathing had become a bit labored and Jisung only now noticed the sheer amount of blood the other had already lost. The red liquid was covering the entirety of Jisung's lap and started to form a puddle which slowly surrounded them.

At this rate Minho was going to bleed out and Jisung could do nothing to prevent it from happening because he had never learned any healing spells. He only knew spells for pranks, a minimal amount of combat oriented ones and how to control his magic in its pure form, but he did not know how to keep someone from death's door.

The warlock's breathing picked up and he looked around frantically, trying to find someone that could help. He saw Felix still frozen some meters away from them, Jeongin and Hyunjin, who still sat with their dead guardian, but had their gaze turned towards the scene that had unfurled before them and of course Zendala and the hunter, Reinhard. Everyone else was either out of Jisung's limited view or not near enough to help.

In an act of pure desperation, did Jisung's eyes wander back to the woman standing before him. She was shielding him from certain death and said herself that she didn't want him harmed because he was her 'hope'. So she would help him save the person most important to him, right? Jisung's grip onto Minho grew a bit tighter as he opened his mouth.

"H-help him, please," the young warlock pleaded barely audible and shaky, yet he was heard. Zendala turned around, her sky blue eyes that were so much like his own focusing on him. An emotion he couldn't name flashed in otherwise raging sky blue that brought him a weird sense of comfort. Zendala opened her mouth to say something, but the words were caught in her throat when a crimson blade came out of her abdomen.

As gasped escaped Jisung as he stared at the tip of the sword that had just impaled the one being that could have saved Minho's life. Blood dripped down onto Jisung's already soaked legs until it was wretched out of Zendala's body.

"You are too far gone now, my queen. You cannot fulfill our agreement, but fear not you won't be alone in death," the hunter began when he got rid of the blood on his weapon with one powerful swing in the air, "Your sister and hope will follow you soon."

Fear and shock had widened Zendala's eyes. Her hand shook over the hole in her abdomen, but she remained standing. She looked at Reinhard with nothing short of horror, betrayal and pure terror.

"No, please... Reinhard, don't," she pleaded weakly as she fell to her knees, the hand over her abdomen now glowing with magic. For a moment it seemed like she was healing herself until she threw an icicle at the hunter. Reinhard dove to the side merely missing the attack. In a heartbeat the man had recollected himself, dashed for Zendala and pressed the crystal that was around his neck against her hands, eliciting a blood curling scream from the female warlock. She slumped forward in her kneeling position and stopped to move entirely.

The hunter's gaze then landed on Jisung. His dark eyes pore mercilessly into the young warlock when he rose back to his full height, his crimson sword gleaming coldly in the moon light. Everything in Jisung's brain told him to run and hide but no muscle seemed to listen to him. He only clung more to Minho, who was barely conscious now.

"Say 'Hello' to your mother for me," the hunter said, shortly before his blade dove forward and pored itself into Jisung's chest. The young warlock stared at the man before him as he retracted his blade, repeating the same swing motion to get rid of the blood on the blade.

Everything became eerily silent and somehow Jisung was sure he couldn't feel his heartbeat, his hold on Minho became more lax and the only thing he heard before he felt his body hit the ground was a scream for his name. A part of his brain supplied that it must be Seungmin before the darkness swallowed him whole.

And who would have guessed that? Nobody I think owo