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lifesa_witchThe plan seemed simple - perhaps too simple, but then, these were simple ducks.
The Sultan was well known for many things, but as far as the nefarious twins were concerned, the only important things to know about the wise and respected Sultan was that he was 1) rich and 2) alone. No one knew for sure why he'd never taken a wife, a concubine, or a harem. But he was getting up there in years, and surely he longed for the pleasures of the flesh. What man didn't?
And there could be no one more pleasurable than the Spell twins!
Poe was the one to memorize the Sultan's walks and pathways, whereas Magica laid the foundation of the trap in the marketplace. On one bright, humid day, the plan was set into motion.
"Dirty little street rat!"
The sound of a slap pierced through the normally busy marketplace. A young maiden fell to the ground, clutching her sore cheek, and her identical brother was there within seconds to hold and console her. An older man ranted and berated at them, shaking his knife at them, calling them every name under the same... as Magica knew he would.
In any other circumstance, Magica would have defended herself, and Poe would have hacked at the remains. But the play for the day? A pair of helpless, sniveling, yet incredibly beautiful victims. Woe is them. whoever could save them now?
The Sultan was well known for many things, but as far as the nefarious twins were concerned, the only important things to know about the wise and respected Sultan was that he was 1) rich and 2) alone. No one knew for sure why he'd never taken a wife, a concubine, or a harem. But he was getting up there in years, and surely he longed for the pleasures of the flesh. What man didn't?
And there could be no one more pleasurable than the Spell twins!
Poe was the one to memorize the Sultan's walks and pathways, whereas Magica laid the foundation of the trap in the marketplace. On one bright, humid day, the plan was set into motion.
"Dirty little street rat!"
The sound of a slap pierced through the normally busy marketplace. A young maiden fell to the ground, clutching her sore cheek, and her identical brother was there within seconds to hold and console her. An older man ranted and berated at them, shaking his knife at them, calling them every name under the same... as Magica knew he would.
In any other circumstance, Magica would have defended herself, and Poe would have hacked at the remains. But the play for the day? A pair of helpless, sniveling, yet incredibly beautiful victims. Woe is them. whoever could save them now?
