If it hadn’t have been for him asking for her to do “something important” she probably wouldn’t have paid any mind to the little village. Yet when he said that he needed mortals to be slain, she couldn’t think of a better place.
There were at least fifty people in the village. It laid along a major trade route so it would most definitely be noticed should its inhabitants go missing. While she usually attacked with light magics, she thought she would introduce some elemental force to channel her rage with.
She approached the village and noticed the elder approaching her.
“You! Cursed one!” He hissed as she grew closer.
“That’s not what you were calling me when I banished that demon.” She snarled, still walking towards him.
“BEGONE WITCH! WE BOUGHT YOUR SERVICES BECAUSE IT WAS A NECESSARY EVIL!”
She was inches from the man now with a cruel little laugh echoing from her mouth.
“Is that so? Perhaps this will be considered an “unnecessary evil” then.” She smirked and plunged her dagger into his chest.
The man’s eyes widened as he looked down at his blood washing over her dagger. Jerking it out rather violently, she proceeded into the village and began blasting the buildings with balls of fire.
Their screams made her smile as she used her magic to torment them. They had called her a witch. After she had saved their miserable lives they had tried to kill her. Now there would be vengeance.
A woman ran at her with a butcher knife and tried to subdue her. Astrid rolled out of her way as the woman wildly slashed at the air. With a laugh, Astrid made a fist and coated it in magical ice.
She hit the woman once, freezing her solid. Astrid smirked and kicked the frozen woman, shattering her into many pieces.
People ran from their houses in panic, some of them were on fire and others were trying to escape. Astrid created a magical barrier around the village so that none could escape and those that tried were either frozen or incinerated.
What was left of the villagers huddled in the center of the village. Astrid approached them from the burning buildings with a wicked little grin on her face. One man fell to his knees and began to beg her for mercy. A few others did the same.
Yet Astrid wasn’t interested in mercy this night.
“Mercy? You didn’t show me mercy.”
She grabbed the man by the hair on the back of his head. He whimpered with fear as she drew her dagger across his throat letting blood gush all over her and the ground.
Turning to the remaining people, they began to scatter like flies as she projected a firestorm in their wake. They all collapsed rolling and howling pain.
When she was finished only one remained. A woman who was badly injured, but would survive. Astrid turned to her and gripped her face with one hand.
“When they ask you who did this, you tell them the “cursed one” got her revenge. Do you understand me, worm?”
The woman whimpered before agreeing.
“Good.” Astrid jerked her hand away and removed the barrier around the town. She paced out of the village with a look of pure satisfaction on her face.