She Belongs To The Devil

Chapter 502: Witches

Lillian grabbed the clothes of both Juniper and Joyce and forcefully dragged them out of the wardrobe.

Joyce instantly began to cry. She was scared of her grandmother not just because of how she looked but also because of how she was behaving like someone who had lost it.

"Mother! Why are you doing this?" Juniper was holding in her tears and was trying to loosen Lillian's grip on Joyce's clothes. "Stop! Please! You're hurting her!"

"Do I look like I care?" Lillian then clutched Joyce's hand and forcefully pulled Joyce.

"No, please! Leave Joy out of this." Juniper was not willing to let go of her baby.

However, she couldn't see her daughter wailing in pain. Joyce's hand had already turned red because of the force with which Lillian was pulling that tiny hand. So she let go of her daughter just so she wouldn't get hurt.

Right after letting go of her daughter, Juniper grabbed Lillian's leg and begged her, "Mother, please… don't do anything to Joy. You loved her so much, didn't you? I know you still love her. Please let her go."

Lillian clenched her jaw and kicked Juniper away from her with her free leg.

"Mamma!" Joyce cried and held out her hands towards her mother.

Lillian grabbed Joyce's hands and slammed her tiny body against her chest. "Don't try to use that 'love' card on me, Jun. Yes, I did love all of you. I loved you all more than you could imagine. But now that love has died… just like your husband."

"No…" Juniper felt a shrilling pain in her heart. She gave a dreaded look to the witch. She wished that Lillian was just trying to get to her.

Lillian had no emotion whatsoever when she said that her son had died.

Juniper denied believing that Edwin had already lost his life. She shook her head and whispered, "No, he's not…"

Lillian sneered and said in a chilling voice, "Oh, yes he is. Do you want to know how I killed Edwin?"

"Stop…" Streams of tears burst out of Juniper's eyes. Juniper clasped her mouth with both of her palms. Her heart got broken into a thousand pieces.

Joyce, on the other hand, was stunned. She stopped crying when she heard her grandmother mentioning her father's name.

Lillian kept on giving the details of how she killed Edwin, "First, I made him watch the death of all of his soldiers."

"Stop…"

"And then I stabbed his gut with his soldier's swords… three huge swords… pierced right through his stomach…" Now it almost sounded as though Lillian had greatly enjoyed doing that to her own son.

"Stop! Please!" Juniper covered her ears with both of her palms and sobbed.

Joyce's little brain tried to process what Lillian had just said, "Grandma hurt my father… She is making my mother cry."

Lillian pointed her claw-like palms towards Juniper and shouted in a terrifying voice, "Don't you dare cover your ears before I finish speaking!"

Lillian made Juniper's arm to twist away from her ears.

Juniper screamed in anguish. Lillian hadn't just twisted her hands but had also broken them.

Joyce turned around to see her mother lying on the ground and screaming and crying in pain. "Grandma hurt mother as well…"

"Don't you want to know how he begged for the two of you to be spared? Don't you want to know how he was choking on his own blood… how his guts were spilled?"

Hearing about what Lillian did to her husband was already painful enough. And to add to that mental pain, Lillian was also adding physical pain. Lillian twisted her palm aggressively and with it, she broke and twisted Juniper's leg.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhh…" Juniper's gut-wrenching wail resounded throughout the quarter.

No matter how much pain Juniper was going through, she didn't beg for her life. She hoped that Lillian would be satisfied after taking her life as well. And she further hoped that Lillian would take pity on her daughter and spare her life.

"Mother is in pain. I need to stop grandma…"

While Lillian was busy hurting Juniper with an angry yet madly excited look on her face, she failed to notice the death glare that Joyce was giving her. Even if she had noticed it, she would have disregarded it and would have continued to torture Juniper.

Only after finishing off Juniper was she going to focus her attention on Joyce.

Joyce raised her tiny palms and grabbed her grandmother's wrist. "Grandma, don't hurt my mother. Auntie Adeline will put you in prison again."

Lillian got triggered the moment she heard Adeline's name from the mouth of that little one. "What did you say?"

She pulled her wrist away from Joyce's grasp. She clenched her teeth and threw Joyce on top of Juniper.

"Don't you dare run that little mouth freely!" Lillian glared at Joyce with her dark and scary eyes and then she slapped that little baby so mercilessly that she fell down on the floor.

Joyce instantly started to wail. She was greatly hurt. Lillian's finger marks were imprinted on her chubby cheeks.

"Baby…" Juniper crawled towards her baby so that she could comfort her.

But something unexpected happened right at that moment.

The floor vibrated violently, and along with it, all the furniture in the room rattled. The curtains and clothes in the room caught on fire. The chairs and cupboard began to break and collapse.

In short, there was chaos in the room.

Lillian furiously turned towards the door to see who was doing all that.

"Who's there?" Lillian carefully avoided all the trembling furniture and inched closer towards the door. She dramatically raised both her arms while flicking fire in both the palms.

The pitch of Joyce's cries increased further in the background.

"Whoever, it is… don't play this childish trick." Darkness surrounded Lillian's whole body. She was ready to face a whole coven on her own. "If you dare then come out and face me directly!"

The trembling of the room became violent by the second. The wooden windows and doors also started to crack and get pulled by some unseen force.

The objects in the room started to flicker, and dance, and disappear, and reappear somewhere else.

It felt as though the whole room was going to collapse any time now.

"Who the hell is playing some games like a child?" Lillian crossly shouted and was about to step out of the room to face that enemy witch. But she suddenly stopped her feet midair.

She sensed the presence of a witch inside the room, not outside.

"Ha! She is a child, isn't she?" Lillian raised her brows in amusement while looking around the magical power display in the room. She had never known of a child displaying such great power.

"Joy…" Juniper tried to move her broken hand to calm her daughter down.

But she landed on her face as the room was still shaking violently. And as a result, she ended up hurting her forehead, she started to bleed from her forehead as well as her nose.

Joyce looked at her mother with petrified eyes. She was afraid to see her mother covered in blood.

She then gave a blaming gaze to her grandmother. Her grandmother had this weird grin on her face as she was taking support of the wall and was slowly walking towards her.

Joyce wanted her gone.

And responding to her raw thoughts, every little to big object began to flicker and entered through some kind of portal.

The shaking of the room abruptly came to a halt.

Lillian looked around the empty room with great interest. "Ahahahaha… You have great potential, Joy!" She then looked at the crying little witch and said, "I think I should let you live and let you hone your mag–"

Suddenly, everything that had disappeared from the room reappeared right on top or around Lillian.

Woomh! Crumble! Swoosh! Stab!

Joyce was still rubbing her eyes and was crying out loud.

Juniper looked at the heap of furniture and instantly shouted, "Joyce, turn around and come to mamma."

Joyce did that without asking why. She hugged her mother and kept on crying.

Thankfully, Joyce hadn't seen what Juniper had.

Even with her great senses, and her dark magic, Lillian was unable to defend herself against that simple attack from her granddaughter. Why? Because the attack was simple, childish, and unpredictable.

There were several cuts and wounds on her arms and legs. One of her hands was crushed by a heavy cupboard.

And a sharp piece of wood had pierced right through Lillian's head.

She was lying there in the middle of that heap of furniture, crushed and lifeless.