Chapter 4

A human male was unfortunately not able to control the power of Nuhnos like women do.”

David’s cheeks burnt, and he asked the question that had been weighing on him. “But you still haven’t told me to control the ... sexual flare-up?”

Isabella’s smile widened with understanding. She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Sexual energy is vital for a Nuhnoian and witches. To control it, you can become a master of a coven or ascend to Nuhnos. To sedate your sexual powers, a single Nuhnos woman is enough, but only the strongest can reach there. But Earth has Nuhnoian sons without enough power to ascend but with uncontrolled sexual drives proportional to their mental powers. So, they become the master of a coven of witches. It is up to the coven to decide who they choose as their master, and they become his wives and protect each other. Every coven has its secret method to please and control its master’s sexual powers.”

He took a deep breath, realising what they were sharing. This was about more than just control. It was about connection.

Evelyn leaned closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Lord David,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. Her hand brushed against his thigh. David understood.

A moment passed, and Isabella locked her eyes with David. “Yes, David, the Sisters of Uragh have chosen you as their master. But we need Lily to complete the ritual.”

After that revelation, David brought more intensity to his trainings. With every session, his desires grew. The nights became more charged. They explored a passion that fuelled his training. David would seek out one of them. Isabella and Evelyn surrendered completely. The glow from their gems was heightened whenever he fucked them and filled them with his seed. Their bodies trembled with raw power. Sometimes, he fucked them till their gems started leaking out his power. The cottage was filled with a mix of lust and magic.

Isabella and Evelyn decided to use the power. Isabella felt they needed stronger protection. With her gem glowing in sync, she went to the stone circle and boosted the barrier around their sanctuary. She focused heavily on the magical artefacts. The magical balls which will hold elemental magic. Meanwhile, Evelyn crafted weapons. Swords, bows, arrows, knives – anything she felt was useful. They both knew that once other covens or Nuhnoians knew about David’s power, they would be attacked.

David learnt about Nuhnos and his powers. At night he was filled with desire. He was successful in the basic techniques of Powers of Nuhnos, but he decided to master the teleportation technique the first arrival used.

As a nun traversing Africa, Katherine blended in. For the past five years, she has travelled across the continent with the Church of Faithful. She could hide from other witches with them. No one in the small, isolated convent where she now resided knew who she really was. She was Sister K to them. A good-hearted employee. She never stops trying to assist the local kids.

She hid her red hair beneath her white cornette, but her spirit was bright with fire. She was now in Kenya, far from the peaceful comforts of her past. She missed her mother and sister and especially David. She had a purpose, though. Katherine’s goal was to find the Coven of Requiem. The oldest on the continent. Rumour had it that Lily had met them a decade prior. She needed to know if Lily was still alive.

Katherine had tracked the coven’s movements closely. They had shifted locations multiple times. The latest whisper she heard was ‘the Rift Valley. This valley was both beautiful and chaotic. The earth had cracked open here, creating sharp landscapes. Perfect for a coven trying to stay hidden. In the centre of a small village nearby stood the convent. The villagers were friendly but wary. They kept to themselves, living without the modern comforts. They had no doctors but believed in witchcraft. Katherine was not just looking for normal witches; anything related to the Coven of Requiem would seem supernatural.

Her mornings began with prayers. Later, she taught local children. Their bright eyes and eager smiles. Many reminded her of David. That filled her heart, and nothing else could bring her that kind of joy. At night, Katherine switched roles as the Sister of Uragh. Stealthily, she strolled through the village streets. The full moon lit up her path. A perfect night for her mission.

The crisp air carried whispers, secrets of the night. She knew every inch of this village. She had searched for signs of magic. The villagers slept, oblivious to the hidden world beside them. She moved closer to the outskirts; the lights of the village faded. The Rift Valley has mysterious doors invisible to human eyes. This place was said to be alive, where the veins were closest to the surface. Energy flowed freely here, unseen by those who didn’t know.

Her witch senses buzzed as she approached the village’s edge. The air thickened. A barrier loomed, subtle yet strong. Someone with great skill created this magic. Katrice knelt, her hand pressing against the ground. There was a pulse, a vibration that ran under her fingertips. She could sense it.

With a soft breath, she whispered an incantation. It was a simple spell, yet it held power. The words flowed from her lips, seeking the hidden doorways that led to the coven’s lair. She passed through the barrier. The crack of the Rift Valley was now visible. Many doors that led to different places across the world. Katherine focused; she needed to find the Coven of Requiem. She searched for hours where her senses led to the highest power. She dug in the dirt and saw the emblem of the Coven of Requiem. She had found it.

Her finger traced the lines. They glowed a faint blue. As she stepped closer, the vibration grew. The barrier pushed back. The ground trembled, and the energy was massive. She tried the simple spell again, but she stumbled back. Her spell bounced back, and nausea hit her.

“What kind of protection is this?” she murmured, wiping sweat from her forehead.

She knew the power was immense. She wasn’t strong enough to break through alone. Yet, she wasn’t going to give up after coming this far. Katherine took a deep breath. She straightened her shoulders. With fierce determination, she used her strongest spell against the barrier. Her body was tensed. The red gem on her necklace pulsed with energy. The barrier pushback lurched, shoving her backward. She hit the ground hard. Breathless. Her nose started to bleed. That gem absorbed most of the blow, but it wasn’t enough. She lost most of her power in the gem. She thought that retreat was her best option. She stepped back into the shadows; pain stabbed at her chest. She realised she had underestimated the power of the Coven of Requiem.

She reached the convent and treated her wounds fast. As dawn broke, Katherine covered her bruises and dressed back in her nun’s habit. She attended the morning prayers. She couldn’t miss them. Her duty was to keep her cover intact. She joined the other nuns. She avoided their suspicion.