After the death of Belos & fall of Emperor Coven,
Author:unloginuser Time:2025/03/26 Read: 5525After 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 swat on the magical bee stinger which stings, it swollen bigger. Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Willow, Gus, Edric & Emira Blight, Hunter, Vee watches her. She feels humiliated, frustrated, and annoyed when witches & 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 & perform a stage
The air crackled with a strange mix of residual magic and pure, unadulterated schadenfreude. Odalia Blight, once the iron-fisted matriarch of the Blight family and a key player in Belos’s genocidal plans, now stood as a monument to spectacularly backfired villainy. Her meticulously crafted composure had shattered like a dropped vial of abomination goo. The cause? A swollen, throbbing, comically oversized bee sting on her cheek, the result of a clumsy attempt to trap the Hexsquad.
The sting, a vibrant, pulsating purple, was easily twice the size of her head. It pulsed with a low hum, occasionally emitting a faint buzzing sound. The Hexsquad, along with a surprisingly amused Hunter and a quietly gleeful Vee, watched her with a mixture of disbelief and glee.
“Oh, Mama,” Emira drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “You really did pick the wrong stinger to swat at.”
Edric, never one to miss an opportunity for mischief, produced a miniature catapult. “Think we can get it over the Boiling Isles’s highest spire?” he mused, aiming it playfully at the swollen mass.
Willow, usually the most compassionate of the group, couldn’t help but giggle. “I… I never thought I’d see the day,” she whispered, her eyes wide with astonishment.
The humiliation wasn’t merely confined to the Hexsquad. News of Odalia’s predicament had spread like wildfire through the magically interconnected Boiling Isles. Witches, young and old, were gathering, drawn by the spectacle of the once-untouchable Odalia being reduced to a living, breathing joke.
A gaggle of giggling coven scouts began using the colossal sting as a trampoline, their tiny bodies bouncing rhythmically. Others fashioned tiny hats and capes for the swollen appendage, treating it like some bizarre, oversized magical pet. A small group of abominations even attempted to sculpt the sting into a grotesque, yet oddly charming, garden gnome.
Odalia, meanwhile, was beyond furious. Her face, usually a mask of controlled fury, was now a grotesque tapestry of purple swelling, red rage, and embarrassed purple blotches. The mocking laughter, the constant prodding, the sheer indignity of it all – it was too much.
Her attempts to swat at the encroaching hands, to scream for help, were thwarted by the sheer size of the sting. Each movement sent shocks of pain through her, adding to her misery.
Gus, ever the showman, seized the opportunity. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Witness the incredible, the unbelievable…the Blight-sized bouncy bee-sting spectacular!” he announced, using his illusion magic to project a dazzling light show around her.
Against her will, Odalia became the unwilling star of a bizarre, impromptu circus. Witches rode on her back as she hopped around, their laughter echoing through the streets. She became a living, breathing, oversized, purple-tinged joke, a testament to the karmic justice that had finally caught up with her.
The adventure, for Odalia, was less about exciting journeys and more about a humiliating, inescapable parade of public shame, a harsh but fitting end to her reign of terror. The Hexsquad, however, considered it a rather successful, if unconventional, victory celebration. The day Odalia Blight learned that karma, especially when it involves a giant bee sting, is rarely forgiving.
