After the death of Belos & fall of Emperor Coven,
Author:unloginuser Time:2025/03/30 Read: 904After the death of Belos & fall of Emperor Coven, Odalia Blight was exposed for crimes like assisting genocide on witchkind on Day of Unity & being a irredeemabble traitor of Boiling Isles, including her family. Now Odalia tries trap the Hexqaud, but backfired as she accidentally sat on the magical bee stinger, her butt swollen bigger. Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Willow, Gus, Edric & Emira Blight, Hunter, Vee watches her. She feels humiliated, frustrated, and annoyed when everybody & teens are mocking her, as they’re smacking it, playing it, or using it as a trampoline. Her karma is played for satisfaction instead of sympathy. She becomes not only a total traitor & disgrace to everybody, but a complete butt of a joke and a laughstock to everybody. She’s now forced to have people to ride on her back as she hops & bouncing
The air in the abandoned Emperor’s Coven headquarters crackled with a strange mixture of residual magic and the triumphant snickers of teenagers. Odalia Blight, once the picture of icy composure, now resembled a deflated, oversized balloon – a balloon with a particularly impressive, bee-stung posterior.
It had all started so promisingly. Odalia, having narrowly escaped the clutches of the law (or rather, Luz Noceda and a very enthusiastic group of witch hunters), had devised a cunning plan to ensnare the Hexsquad. Her trap? A deceptively innocent-looking chair, subtly enchanted with a particularly potent – and volatile – magical bee stinger. The plan, of course, backfired spectacularly. In her haste, Odalia had tripped, landing squarely on the stinger herself.
The result was… dramatic. Her backside had inflated to comical proportions, a shimmering, throbbing, purple monstrosity that seemed to defy the laws of anatomy. The initial shocked silence was quickly replaced by unrestrained laughter.
Luz, ever the compassionate (yet mischievous) soul, was the first to break the ice. “Wow, Odalia,” she said, trying (and failing) to stifle a giggle, “You really sat on that one, huh?”
Amity, despite her initial sympathy for her mother, couldn’t help but let out a small, snorting laugh. The sight was just too absurd. Even Emira and Edric, usually prone to supporting their mother, found themselves doubled over, clutching their stomachs.
Gus, ever the showman, produced a miniature megaphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I present to you… THE GREAT ODALIA BUTT! Witness its majestic size, its vibrant hue! A true marvel of magical mishaps!”
Hunter, still adjusting to a life without the Emperor’s shadow, simply stared, his jaw slack. Vee, ever the observer, couldn’t help but sketch the scene in her notebook, her hand flying across the page.
Willow, bless her heart, tried to offer assistance, suggesting various anti-venom concoctions. But the others were having too much fun.
Edric, armed with a miniature bouncy ball, began bouncing it off Odalia’s… um… enhancement. Emira followed suit with a small, rubber chicken. Soon, the entire Hexsquad (plus Hunter and Vee) were engaged in a chaotic game of butt-based projectiles. Gus even fashioned a tiny trampoline from a discarded piece of enchanted wood, bouncing merrily on Odalia’s ample derriere.
Odalia, meanwhile, was trapped. Her attempts at dignified outrage were drowned out by the peals of laughter. The humiliation was intense, compounded by the sheer physical discomfort. The only thing worse than the throbbing pain was the absolute, utter, humiliating mockery.
By nightfall, the situation had escalated. With the magical swelling refusing to subside, Odalia found herself involuntarily becoming a human bouncy castle. The Hexsquad, along with Hunter and Vee, took turns hopping on her back, treating her like a living, breathing, incredibly uncomfortable amusement park ride.
Odalia Blight, once the tyrannical matriarch of the Blight family and a key player in a genocide, had become something far worse: the butt of every joke on the Boiling Isles. Her karma, served cold and with a side of laughter, was complete. The reign of terror was over; the reign of the ridiculously swollen Odalia Butt had begun.
