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"An eyeball," the man read out of the book and kept a finger on his chain making a thinking expression, "which colour?" 

Hey look at the giant pot of clay that had been tied up to the ceiling and was in the air but was stable as a fire was below it. The liquid inside was boiling heart and was of the colour charcoal. 

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He hummed loudly and turned to where every ingredient was kept. His eyes ran over the different contents as he chose one. "Green or blue?" He wondered out loud. His eyes never left the contents of the cells as his hand held the book. 

"You can choose any. We even have red." The witch pointed towards the colour. " Are you not fascinated by that?" It was a slight onto him. Nathaniel was a vampire and red eyes were common amongst those. 

Noah shook his head. "I am fascinated with a girl that has blue and green eyes." He told her. "Do you still have her blood?"

"Adrian should know." The witch answered immediately. "He is the one that usually goes around. His mate works in that house." 

Noah did not reply to the woman. His eyes moved over to the recipe in the book. "How tall is the blue and green eyed girl?" 

The witch raised her eyebrows not expecting a person like that. "I don\'t know, maybe 5\'5?" 

Noah nodded in reply. "How about you get me a girl of that height? I want similar features. I don\'t care if you find the correct eyes or not but I want a girl who looks like her." 

" Why?" The witch moved around the table. 

Noah grinned. "I need adaline. The only difference is that no one would know." 

"What are you talking about?" The witch; Amula squinted her eyes. " Are you even alright? It appears you do not know what you\'re talking about. Ever since you came back you have been behaving differently." 

He did not pay attention to that. The liquid in the pot turns thicker in nature. The thicker and more sticky it got , the better. Bubbles erupted as the fire gave it more heat too. He added a few more logs to it. 

"Don\'t worry about any of that." Noah sighed. "Perhaps what you really think you should worry about is what is going to come next." 

The witch leaned back. "Aye, tell me. Ever since you come back you are not focusing on the battlefield rather taking over my pots and portions. What is wrong with you? Do you think you can learn magic?" 

Noah laughed. The genuine love who had interested any other person but not the witch. She had been with Nathaniel for a decade and she had never seen the men smile much less laugh. It did not sit well with her. 

"Magic is in the soul and not in the body, and that is an old witch saying and you out of all should know that." He let out an eyeball rom the jar and truweight in the pot making a bubble erupt. "There you go. What next," he started to read the book again. Nothing was to be messed up in this recipe. 

"You are not gone yet, " he reminded The witch, "I need a girl looking like that Adeline." 

"And why?" The witch rolled her eyes. "It would be a piece of cake to find a girl like that but you need to tell me why—" a sudden pain erupted in her and it kept on building. 

She first felt it to be strictly irritating but as it kept on increasing she felt her body tighten. She placed her hands on her head trying to to hold on and lessen the pain but it did not happen. It kept on increasing and her teeth against each other as a scream ripped through her. 

What was happening? More importantly how was it happening question mark there was no one more powerful in the room than her when it came to witchcraft and she could not feel any other entity here. 

The pain was too much for her to bear and slowly she slipped out of the chair and her body met with the ground. She rocked back and forth as she position herself into a fetal position. It got too much and she buried her head in her knees. 

"Mak. . e it. . .stap. ." She managed to groan out the word. 

Noah kept his attention on the work. The recipe was getting slightly complicated now. It needed skin of a cheeta but that should have been shedded before it was killed and that was difficult to find. 

He tsked under his breath. The next alternative to was better. It was the blood of alive witch\'s hand.

His eyes moved to the which date was on the floor rocking herself to is her of the pain that she felt. She deserved it. She ran her mouth too much. 

He dropped the work over the shelf and then held a butcher\'s knife before walking to the witch. 

"Does it hurt bad?" He cooed and she nodded. It was the worst she had ever felt for stop someone was pushing the walls inside her head. 

"Well," Nathaniel tsked, "it\'s about to get worse." Pulling hand out of the fetal position without any second thought he brought the knife down on her breast and chocolate of making her scream loudly and pain. 

"Wha. ." She wailed as she held onto the bleeding wrist. 

"Stop that," Noah muttered on his way back to the clay pot, "just do a healing spell for yourself and you will be fine." 

Here you go to the book once again before snapping every bone in the hand like one would do with the lobster. When he was sure that every bone was now broke and he dropped the hand inside the pot. It sizzled and he smiled. 

What a comeback it was going to be. The most powerful Kingdom was going to fall down on its knees. 

He smiled when he saw his real self in the reflection of the liquid. No one would ever know.