The Demon’s Witch: Chapter One Part Two
Victor let out a deep sigh when he stepped out into the hall. “Bunch of headache inducing hypocrites-” he muttered to himself, sighing again before setting down the hall. “So ready for this night to end.”
Victor rubbed at his temples, wondering if the true culprit for the oncoming headache were the aggravating people or the alcohol. Maybe he really shouldn’t have come, would’ve saved him the trouble of dealing with both. Upon noticing he was reaching the end of the hallway, he looked up. “Hm?” Victor blinked as he stopped in his tracks. Before him stood giant dark wooden doors set back in marble, a vaguely human face staring down from above with a disapproving look. “Well, I don’t remember seeing you before.”
He squinted at some vague lettering inscribed above the door, but couldn’t make out what the inscription was supposed to say. With a shrug, one slightly drunk Victor did what sober Victor wouldn’t do: he reached for the mysterious door in an attempt to open it.
And much to his surprise, it opened.
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