Mangra

A burning witch who practices dark fire witchcraft. Often uses marks and summons demons. She can etch endlessly burning molten lava into rock and has a plethora of fire-based abilities.

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She drug her claw down the surface of the cavern wall, carving a bright mark on the dark surface.

Sofya's eyes narrowed at it, the corner of her mouth pulling back in disgust.

"Oh you're not that afraid of it, are you?" Mangra teased.

Sofya turned her head away from the glowing symbol, busying herself with another portion of the cave, "I am not afraid. I don't trust."

Mangra laughed and then stabbed at the rock again, her next creation screeching and echoing deep into Sofya's ears. Whispers formed in the high pitched screams and she placed her paws on her ears, wincing as Mangra laughed maniacally over them.

When it stopped, the dark wildclaw whipped around, "I do not want them summoned! Are you sure you can handle this?"

Mangra bit the inside of her cheek, "Maybe."

The flaming marks began to grow brighter as the spiral hopped away, a vicious smile dancing across her face. Some of the screams turned to laughter and the molten light flashed across the cave, filling every corner with the depths of hell.

Sofya turned away again, feeling the heat drag at her and the laughter sear her brain. She threw her arms to her head and began humming to herself, a soft tune about heaven and safety as she clamped her eyes shut.

Mangra unfurled, twisting and dancing with demons of fire that crawled out of the ancient language inscribed on the walls. They all laughed together, lashing at the sky and throwing embers around in the air.

One of the imps chuckled and begun to run towards Sofya, criminal intentions flashing in the burning sockets of his eyes. Mangra gripped him in her hands, which were untouched by his hot flesh. Her eyes glinted, the color of shadow betraying her power of igni. The demon saw her fury and his smile diminished, suddenly afraid of his own mortality in this world.

The spiral's claws flashed across his face, leaving him limp and falling to the ground as the others continued to dance and squeal in excitement. The dead imp began to burn, crisping into ashes that disappeared in the smoke.

The other small demons found the death fun and all began to bounce in a wave towards Sofya, who was gripping a small blessed golden jewel that glowed softly against the hellion flames.

Mangra leaped after them, ripping them backwards and throwing them against the wall, killing some in the impact. She landed on two and crushed them underneath her, while biting one and feeling the crunch of his head between her teeth.

Eventually they all disappeared, lost in the air with no afterlife. The burning marks etched into the stone burned away, leaving no trace of their shape.

Sofya stopped her humming and opened her eyes, turning around to a tired Mangra who looked up at her defeated.

"I didn't get to finish." She groaned and curled up onto a cold rock, relaxing and working on returning her breathing back to normal.

Sofya glanced around the dark cave, which was back to its only light being a lamp they had brought with, "Why?"

"I had to kill them before I got the chance to see him." Mangra refused to look at Sofya, who took a couple steps towards her.

"Why kill?"

The witch didn't answer.

"Ah. You can't tell?"

Mangra smiled softly to herself, preferring Sofya not to have any clue to her feelings, "I can't tell."