Liz carefully sits down in front of the Vědmák. She knew that witches, male or female, were usually extremely 'skeevy', as Dean would put it, though warlocks weren't nearly as bad, but this was the first she'd heard of this type of warlock.
He'd said that he meant her no harm, and that he only wished to tell her something.
Liz had learned to not judge all supernatural creatures by the same cover on her trip—that view had made her practically despised among Chinese spirits, where she'd earned the title of Shénshāshǒu, Godkiller, for getting rid of tons of minor gods that had been annoying the people of minor villages.
She was never going to China again, after that debacle.
The Vědmák nods to her, white beaded hair clinging together.
"You are Elizabeth Winchester," he says in a heavily accented voice. It isn't a question, but a statement, which is unsettling.
"I am Nochnoy Motylek. The spirits have spoken to me, told me you would appear here. I will aid you in disposing of the rusalka plaguing this village," he continues.
"Wait," Liz interrupts him. "Why? I can do it on my own."
"Do not interrupt me," Nochnoy Motylek says. "I am immune to its enchantments. I am to tell you to leave, and give you a prophecy."
Liz feels out of her depth again, in a way she hasn't felt for a while. She's been through a lot, since she left America, and even Adam has become far different from the wary street kid he'd been when she'd picked him up.
He actually messes with faeries on a daily basis, and has no trouble on a vampire hunt. When she'd first picked him up, he hadn't even believed in ghosts.
She swallows nervously, and nods at the Vědmák. "Alright. What do you mean, prophecy?"
He looks her straight in the eye, and his blue eyes are red—not completely red, like a crossroads demon, but simply red irises with no pupils. It's eerie.
When he speaks, there are far too many nuances in his voice—a child's, an old man's, a young woman's.
"Child of another realm,
Born with the sword and serpent,
Changer of fate, maker of destinies,
She who will defeat the morning star,
And cage the good son, the fall of man,
Walks among magic, touched by sprits,
Loved by the fallen, held by Thursday
Blessed be, girl who Sees."
Liz is awed with shock. She can see the other spirits rising behind the man as he speaks, and the words he says are…shocking. She doesn't know what to think.
Nochnoy Motylek suddenly hunches over and gasps, breathing heavily. Liz moves to aid him, but he holds a hand up.
"Leave this place now. I will take care of the rusalka," he says. "I do not wish to see you again. You bring visions of flames and destruction."
Liz feels a chill at those words, and nods quickly.
Russia has just been added to the list of countries she won't be returning to.