Viktor giggled gleefully as his little guinea pig screamed again. The guinea pig being the witch he captured a few days ago that is. "You can scream all you want, no one's going to save you~" Viktor mused as he looked in satisfaction at his work. The little girl's screaming was just music to his ears. Witches are a wretched existence after all, indeed they are. Even death is too good for them.

"Please kill me..." the little girl who was strapped to a table before him whimpers. Her eyes were dull, and there was no will to live within her anymore. This just made Viktor shiver in delight. "Oh little witch, the fun is just beginning!" Viktor says, lauging and clapping like a child despite his old age. As he was about to prepare for his next set of experiments, his faithful servant knocks on his door.

"Master Viktor, there are two guests who request to see you." he says.
Viktor scoffs in annoyance, "Tell them to go away, come another day! I'm very busy as you can see!"
"But they have been sent here by the king." the butler says, looking unfazed by the scene before him.
"Oh?" the old man says, turning on his heel to face his butler. He had his attention now. "Well what are you waiting for you nit wit, why didn't you tell me sooner? Shoo! Off you go! Fetch the lovely fellows!" he excitedly says, jumping up and down while pointing to the door his servant just came from. The servant bows, "Yes Master Viktor." he said and walked out.

Viktor looks back to his specimen on the table, "Isn't it exciting? The king is interested in me! Finally, all my work has paid off." he says, "You know what? I'll spare you for today, let's continue tomorrow my little rat." This made the witch whimper in fear. Death was more preferable than having her life spared another day.
With that, the old man left the room, leaving the witch alone. He exited his lab and walked up the stairs to the main part of his house.

As the man walked through the halls of his spacious house, he passed a decorative mirror that hung on a wall, "My, my, what a beautiful mess I am." he mused as he stared at his reflection. His clothes were now completely blood stained. There were splatters of blood on his face as well. His hair that ended at the level of his chin was almost like a bird's nest. Nevertheless, he was satisfied. He was slowly ridding the world of witches one by one, it was for a good cause. "Just imagine, my name going down in the books. The man who eliminated a revolting species off the face of the earth." he said, sighing in content. The old man laughs and struck a pose, stroking his nonexistent beard, staring at his handsome self in the mirror. "Sir the guests are in the lounge waiting for your arrival." Viktor's servant says as he stood and bowed behind him.
"Ah, Theodore! Thank you for reminding me, go prepare tea for them while I go...fix my appearance." the master said, gesturing to his bloody self.
"As you wish sir."

Viktor continued to walk down the hall until he reached his room at the end of the long hallway. He entered, the door squeaking as he walked in. Hm, I better ask Theodore to fix that later. He closes the door and walks over to his closet to get out a fresh set of clothes. It was not really any different from the ones he was wearing right now. A simple white button up shirt and brown trousers were what most of them are. "Look at you Viktor." the man says to himself as he caught his reflection in the mirror while removing his shirt. The scars from his childhood were still there along his back.

Now be a good boy and stay quiet, okay?

Viktor shivers a little. Just thinking of that time manged to make him feel as if the scars on his back were fresh wounds. Damned woman, you still continue to haunt me to this day. he thought, gritting his teeth. Viktor took in a deep breath before changing to a new set of clothes and smoothed out his graying hair. "Can't keep the guests waiting now, can we?"

"Welcome, gentlemen." Viktor said as he walked into the lounge to meet two of the king's guardian's who wore suits, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Viktor..." one of the king's guardians start, "We need your help."
"Oh? With what Sir Coyote Nougat?" Viktor asks, acting innocently as he sat on a chair. The table in front of them held three tea cups and a teapot of earl grey tea. The man known as Coyote Nougat was as old as the Ninth himself. He had long hair that reached his shoulders and a think mustache that looked like a broom in Viktor's opinion. He also had a left arm made of metal. Peculiar.
"I think you may already know." another guardian says. This guardian looked younger and skinnier compared to Coyote Nougat. He had hair that covered one eye and a tattoo of a lizard on the left side of his face. His name was Brow Nie Jr. It's curious how their names come from desserts. Viktor thought, smiling to himself.
"Hm...?" Viktor sounds as he drank from his cup of tea.
"The king wants to gather people to fight back the witches." the Coyote Nougat said, "Special people."
"And what does this have to do with me? Seeing as you rejected my offer last time." asks Viktor who started to add way too much sugar to his tea.
"We want you to help train these people." Brow Nie Jr. says.
Viktor stops mid stir once the sentence reached his ears, "Excuse me?"
Coyote Nougat sighs in irritation, "We need you, Viktor, to help in this battle between us humans and witches."

Viktor smiles widely. Oh what a joyous day! Joy, joy, joy! "Why of course my honorable guests of course! I accept and forgive you for your past mistakes." he says.
"The-" Brow Nie Jr. was cut off by Viktor. "But you have to let me do my way." the old man interrupts. The two guardians seemed taken aback by this. "Oh, but I'm fine if you don't want to do it, I guess you just have to find someone else." Viktor says.
Brow Nie Jr. shifts uncomfortably in his seat. You won't risk losing me this time, would you? Viktor says in his head as he continued to smile victoriously at his guests.
"We'll allow it for now, but you'll have to discuss this with his majesty once more." Coyote Nougat says, surrendering to Viktor's offer. His smile was probably as wide as the Cheshire cat's by now, "Thank you for understanding, gentlemen."

A/N : Hey guy, Usamimi here! I was thinking that I might change the rating of this story from T to M in the future because of how violent/gory it might get in later chapters. It's still not sure yet so don't worry!

As always, stay tuned for the next update,
Usamimi out!