Nobody replied. She nodded and declared, "You are dismissed." Doyenne waved her hand and everyone bowed before they left.
Once the dark hall was deserted, an old lady wearing a black hoodie gown, with a crooked stick, walked in from the side room where the smoke ca out from earlier.
"My Lady," she greeted.
"Lady Sabrina, to what do I own this honorable visit?"
"I saw a vision."
"On what this ti? My doom again?"
"I saw the sisterhood falling under the wrath of a little boy. The witches were slayed by his stone sword and bullets. His hazel orbs held fury. He will stab you in the heart and watch your youthful skin disappear..."
"This again?!... And I thought the witches can’t be killed?"
"Everything has a weakness. But we were never told what our weakness was."
"Understand. But who the hell is that child? He needs to be found and killed imdiately!" Doyenne raged.
"I can’t find him... He is shrouded in his mother’s scent that was produced by the rainborite stone."
Doyenne balled her fist. "Then we will need to look for who has the rainborite stone. Is that so? But wait, didn’t it disappear?"
"A tiny part was left behind. But you can’t find it. It has a strong consciousness which hides and protects its bearer and those it loves."
"Is there no way out for us to survive this tribulation?" Doyenne was feeling restless. She had heard about her misfortune more than ten tis already, but each ti it is retold, it feels fresh like she had never heard of it before.
"There is... I saw a baby girl from the sa household. She will speak from the cradle and will be loved by all... She will rarely have enemies because her cuteness and charm will lt any human or animal’s heart. She will have the blood of a powerful leader. If she is roped in at a young age and made to beco the Doyenne, she will be the best ruler to ever exist. She will carry the sisterhood to the peak and make the world bow to her feet. That child’s destiny will be greater than every man that has ever walked in this world. She can avert your tribulation."
Doyenne felt excitent bubbling in her heart and she imdiately sprung to her feet," where is this child?"
"She is still a clot of blood in her mother’s womb."
"Where is this mother?"
"I couldn’t find her. She is shrouded in the light from the rainborite stone. But her overall location is Country M... Watch out for a cute baby that will co into this world 9 months from now. When she is born, the rainborite stone shall appear again. Do not fight for the stone but rather, the child. With her by your side, the rainborite stone will co to you on its own."
"You an she will be chosen by the stone?"
"The stone loves peace and clean hearts. That child shall co with both."
"Lady Sabrina, how do I know which household she’d be born into?"
"I also don’t know... but know this, do not engage in aningless struggles with the powers who are about to change the world. If you get involved, this sisterhood will crumble before nine months. Wait until that child is born, then the world shall be ours!"
"I hear you, Lady Sabrina!"
Even though she said so, Doyenne refused to call Diana and her faction back. She had long wanted to get rid of them, but was waiting for the best opportunity. Now that she finally has a good use for them, she’d be mad if she shows them rcy.
As for Nancy, she can’t get rid of her or try to antagonize her because the demoness sohow got her hands on the secrets and sches of the sisterhood. Doyenne fears that Nancy might tell the world about their secret which would cause them too much trouble. So to avoid sorrow, she gave in to Nancy and had been tolerating her troubles since.
Doyenne hopes that by next year, she’d be able to get that child, groom her, and gain all the power in the world, then kill off whoever she wants to without fear of repercussions. She’s already close to eighty and has no idea when she might die. She hopes to achieve one of her major dreams before she dies.
...
anwhile, Nancy could be seen at the morgue, staring quietly at Death’s burnt corpse. After staying silent for a long while, she said to Nightcrawler who was standing behind her.
"Tell Jeslyn that the one who hit her mother is dead. Now, I owe her nothing."
"Yes," Nightcrawler bowed and left.
When Jeslyn received the news, she didn’t know how to react. She was pleased that the one who tortured Pink had paid with his life. At the sa ti, she was feeling sad for reasons she couldn’t fathom.
Lying on her back, on the bed in the Hwang guest room, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"I shouldn’t feel sorry for them. That guy tortured my Pink, he deserved to die. I also saved his master, so I don’t owe them any apology, rather, they still owe for making Pink a cripple. I don’t care if it was done by Hwang or Nancy. The two had a political fight and used my family as weapons against each other.
"First was my Cousin, who didn’t get to see the light of day. Second was the agony my mother, Alice, had to live with until she died. Thirdly, my twin brother was separated from and made to go through hell all his life. Lastly, is my Pink...
"How dare you think we are even and try to manipulate to feel guilty?!" She jerked up and yelled like it just made sense to her.
"Nancy, oh Nancy, you’re such a cunning woman. I must take back all you owe , like it or not!"
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