The witch's rebirth

Luck drain was the process of pulling one luck. Usually with the lack of luck, one would die in an accident almost instantly. I remember a famous blood assassin that had this ability.

Then I wrote a note to Hebe asking her to make me a few luck potions. It was time to accumulate a bit more money. It was sort of frown on from council but I needed the money. Also, this practice would later be illegal so I better get going and make my fortune fast.

No one care that my mind was in the conversation. Mr. Money and Rea was waiting for Knight's answer.

"Sure," Knight said smirking as he pulled me closer,

I studied them and smiled. He was not going to get off easily, but he was letting me have first go. Since I didn't say I let them gofor this transgression. So carefully I place a subtle cursed on both of them nothing series but it would transfer their good luck to me. It was a spell I've gotten out of a diary of a very rich wizard who died a day before the great depression. I reinvented it and made it subtle. Their fate was sealed in moments.

"Good luck." Knight said amusingly.

He knew what I did and I think he was pleased that I did it. The couple walked away not knowing the bad luck they were going to encounter.

For all their life they'd never be wealthy, happy or healthy ever again. I made sure of it and the best part was the council had no say. By law, they were fair game.

Knight pulled me into his arms again, this time chest to chest. I had no choice but to play my part and buried my face in the crook of his neck. All this touching was driving me wild and his scent wasn't helping the situation. It wasn't helping that I had a bit of succubus blood in me. Not enough to be beautiful like Diana but enough to feeding.

"Come," he whispered, turning slightly.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do have to, no is not a word." he said in a husky seductive tone.

He guided me through the crowd with practiced ease. His manner cleared a path in front of them as many feared him, others that weren't wanted anything to do with him.

"There are some people we need to put on a show for, others I do not care." he murmured as he walked back,

We were attracting a lot of looks. Alpha Knight was every man worst nightmare. A real-life black Knight ready to lure away their woman without even a promised of sweet nothings.

There were looks of jealousy. I could tell from the crowd these women given the chance would give everything to be with him for a night. I tried to distract myself by looking at the listing. This, after all, was a silent auction so it was our job to write the right prices down and I had my eyes set on a few pieces that I knew were powerful.