Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 192: Commander Zamora’s Plan.

Chapter 192: Commander Zamora’s Plan.

Bedroom, Theodore mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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As they laid in bed, Theodore on his back with Lydia in his arms, her legs swung over his, and his large palm rested on her thighs, his pinky swiping leisurely left and right.

Lydia looked up at him through her lashes, "How did you get to have conan as your person?"

"He was sent to kill me by my step mother" Theodore dropped.

"He failed" she mumbled, her fingers making circles on his chest.

"Without doubt" Theodore let out but he didn’t sound as cocky as the words interpretted. "He never did try to hurt me, he hated her" he added.

Lydia laughed. "She must’ve been too arrogant to not notice" her opinion.

"Her intelligence is not something to go by" Theodore confirmed.

"Gooseberry I should have protected you better" Theodore said suddenly, solemnly.

"I had been the one to insist, Theo" she replied quickly and as he remained quiet she continued with her questions. "What about Hound?" she curiously asked.

"Found him on the streets, I could swear i have told you before" he said with a frown.

Lydia nibbed at his chest lightly before responding. "But you have not, I only asked now"

He grunted in agreement as he pressed her further into him.

He remembered something that made him laugh she asked for him to share. "Once, he drank a potion made for me by a witch and he became as loyal as a dog to her until I went looking for him"

"He was looking for her around the kingdom to confess his love" Theodore told her with a small laugh.

Lydia gasped, goosebumps climbing up her arm. "Oh my god, that is crazy, did the witch want your loyalty?"

He nodded. "My love and affection" he clarified.

"How did he end up drinking it instead was he careless before? he seems really meticulous now" her comment was valid.

"He was hungry and had been wounded on his way back, he never came back, he went straight back to her" a pause before he resumed his story. "I had to go save him, She would’ve killed him"

"That is horrible" she said with a frown.

"Did you get the witch?" she asked.

He frowned starring up at the ceiling. "No, she is a strong one and she has never really stayed in my presence longer than a minute" he confessed, he was sure she would be a part of the witches continously attacking him but one day he would catch her.

"How is your wound?" she asked him, her voice sweet and soft. "I cannot believe I had forgotten" she chided herself regret thick in his voice because for more than a moment there he had forgotten.

"I am completely fine, Shade dealt with it" he assured her.

Her brows shoot up. "He heals too?"

"Yes, he does quite a few things" Theodore said but Lydia’s yawn cut into the sentence.

"I am farmished" Lydia said punctuating the confession with another yawn.

Before Theodore would reply a knock resounded on their door, "Lady Theodore if you are awake and interested an early dinner can be served" Joyous.

"Yes please!" Lydia screeched before covering her mouth in embarrassment, Theodore chuckled at her reaction, dropped a kiss on her lips and gazed at her for seconds that felt like hours before he headed for the bathroom while the maids step inside to arrange the table.

Joyous glanced at the curled lady. "Lady Theodore how are you?"

"I feel alive" Lydia giggled she was happy despite the attack, something must be wrong with her, she mused but smiled all the more..

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In a dimly lit chamber shrouded in shadows, a small coven of dark witches gathered, their faces etched with determination and frustration.

The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls, accentuating the intensity in their eyes as they deliberated their next move.

Among them sat commander Zamora, the eldest and most cunning of the witches, her features contorted with a mix of anger and disappointment.

The failed attempt to strike their master’s enemy still stung fresh in their minds, leaving wounds, both physical and emotional and that throbbed with indignation. How could Theodore?

"We have lost 17 of our people because of your clumsiness" Zamora started.

"We had intel and it was a good time to attack" Looper who had survived along with four others commented.

She nodded.n"Did he take any of us?" her question.

"No, commander Zamora" a woman amongst them replied, she had been the watcher.

"We need to avenge this, the death of our people" Looper is saying.

"We need a plan" Zamora confessed.

"We had one but this lord is a fucking god" a younger one said out loud.

And just like that, blood spurtered out of his stomach as commander Zamora shattered his stomach inside out, his intestines scattered out and dangling outside his body, his wide eyes shifted to Zamora before he fell to the ground.

The room vibrated with a palpable tension, a cocktail of wounded pride and a thirst for revenge, they completely ignored the recent kill like it was nothing.

"We cannot face our master in this state," hissed Morgana, her voice laced with a venomous tone. "To have failed him once more is unforgivable."

Agnes, the healer of the group, tended to the wounds inflicted by their enemy during their botched assault.

Her hands moved with practiced precision, but her eyes betrayed a sense of unrest.

"We must act swiftly and decisively," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Our failure has brought shame upon us all."

As the witches exchanged glances filled with unspoken words, a sense of urgency filled the chamber.

The plan they had crafted had crumbled before their very eyes, leaving a bitter taste of defeat in their mouths.

But the fire of vengeance burned bright within each of them, fueling their desire to redeem themselves in the eyes of their master.

"We must strike where they least expect it," declared Hecate, her voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade. "They think us weak and broken, but we shall show them the true extent of our power."

With a renewed sense of purpose, the witches set to work, weaving dark incantations and concocting potions of potent malice.

The air crackled with arcane energy as they plotted their revenge, their resolve unbroken despite the scars of their past failures.

As they prepared to confront their master once more, a fierce determination gleamed in their eyes—a resolve to emerge victorious and reclaim their honor.

The darkness that enveloped them whispered promises of retribution, empowering their hearts with a singular purpose: to unleash their wrath upon their master’s enemy and emerge triumphant where they had once fallen.

"I heard you lot were going to kill Theodore" Zamora stated her eyes searching.

They all paled because her tone already suggested that wasn’t what she wanted and they had almost done that.

Getting lord Theodore alive was impossible but nobody would tell her that.

"The mansion" she said suddenly.

"Excuse me?"

"We are going to the mansion next" she confirmed.

The witches glanced at each other but nodded anyways, its either they took him or they’ll all go down together.