Demons, Witches, and Toads (BoyxBoy) - Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Priscilla was trembling as she poked her head out from behind the wall, gaze locking on the guards stationed outside the large wooden arch leading into the Royal Mages's quarters. Cautiously she slipped back behind the wall, turning to Mulock and Wheeler.
"There's still just three guards out there," Priscilla whispered. "If Wheeler can keep them distracted, Mulock and I can try to sneak past them like I did last time."
"I still think this plan is a disaster," Mulock muttered, crossing his arms.
Mister Pumpernickel rested on his shoulder, looking just as nervous as Priscilla felt. Seriously, how was it even possible for a toad to convey that level of anxiety?
"I'll admit," Wheeler said softly, "the situation is a little less than ideal--"
"I'm drugged, you have no wand, Priscilla is... well... Priscilla, and we have to perform a rescue mission and escape completely unprepared all before dawn. You're right, I do think this is a little less than fuckin' ideal."
"Then we have no time to waste. Let's go!"
Before Mulock could even protest, Wheeler slipped out from behind the wall, calling out a cheerful greeting to the guards.
Mulock let out a low groan, dragging his hands down the sides of his face. "Ugh, Wheeeeeler," he muttered under his breath before giving Priscilla a long, exasperated glance. "I swear to God, he's going to be the fucking death of me."
Slowly, Priscilla removed her wand, shoulders relaxing at the sound of Wheeler successfully engaging the guards in conversation. Mulock sighed, pressing himself against the wall as he gently tucked Mister Pumpernickel into his pocket. Priscilla aimed her wand at Mulock, murmuring a spell. As she did, the pattern of the stone work began to creep up his skin and clothes until only his outline remained. Priscilla proceeded to do the same to herself, quickly flattening herself against the wall beside him as her skin blended with the stone.
"Actually preparing a useful spell?" Mulock whispered. "Miss Packwood, I never thought I'd see the day--"
He was cut off by Priscilla's outline sharply elbowing him in the gut. "There is a time and a place for quips and this is not one of them."
"Noted."
And with that, they slipped out from behind the wall, keeping their backs tightly pressed to it as they inched forward.
Wheeler had done his part well, laughing and joking with the guards, even going so far as to wrap an arm around one's shoulders, reciting some anecdote about turnip sprites. Soon, Mulock and Priscilla were slidding past them, finally entering into the dark hallway containing the Royal Mages.
Priscilla shivered, stomach turning. These people she'd once envied and admired... they were all trapped here—being broken and brainwashed, nothing but a feast of magic for a heartless emperor. The thought made her sick.
In a matter of moments, Priscilla found herself before her brother's door once more, his name etched above it as if she were standing at his grave. This time the door swung open before she could even raise her hand to knock.
There stood Peter, his gaze distant, that unmoving smile still plastered to his face as if it were carved there. "Sister, I warned you, didn't I?"
"Peter, please," Priscilla begged. "Come with us, we'll get you help..."
But Peter just kept talking, as though her voice never even reached his ears, "I said that if you didn't leave, there would be consequences."
And that's when Peter began to scream.
The sound wasn't human, a mix of an alarm and the last cry of a dying animal.
Panic overwhelmed Priscilla's senses, scrambling to cast a spell to silence him.
"Shit," Mulock hissed.
The demon lunged forward, grabbing Peter by the waist with one arm and holding him in place as he shoved his other hand over his mouth. This muffled the sound, but the damage had already been done. Priscilla could hear the pounding of the guards' footsteps echoing down the hall. Wheeler was calling out in protest from behind them, his pleas falling on deaf ears as they grew nearer and nearer.
Priscilla's mind reeled, searching for some kind of spell to get them out of this mess. And that's when she realized she didn't have the luxury to think—only to cast.
Desperately she swung her wand, "ənscius!"
The moment the words left her mouth, Peter's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body going slack against Mulock. Only seconds later the guards appeared. Their gazes instantly locked on them.
"Kidnappers!" one cried out, drawing his sword. "Surrender now or die!"
"Oh fucking hell," Mulock muttered, flinging Peter over one shoulder. The action was far clumsier than Mulock's typical movements, but even drugged, he was far stronger than Priscilla.
Wheeler appeared now, his gaze frantic as one of the guards rushed Priscilla, grabbing her roughly by the arms, the others lunging at Mulock. Cursing under his breath, Mulock briefly freed a hand. All while attempting to keep Peter steady with his other arm, he managed to shoot a weak blast of flames towards them. It wasn't much compared to his usual power, but it was still enough to send the guards stumbling back.
Priscilla wasn't as lucky. The guard's grip tightened on her wrists, making it impossible for her to use her wand to defend herself. She'd begun thrashing desperately in an attempt to break free, struggling against him to no avail. The two remaining guards advanced on Mulock, a panicking Wheeler frozen in place behind them—powerless without a wand.
It looked like they were completly and utterly screwed... unless...
In a sudden burst of inspiration, Priscilla stilled her body, going limp against the guard.
The man froze, his breath catching. "Miss...are you alright?"
And that's when Priscilla brought the sharp heel of her shoe down on his foot. Hard. He gasped in pain, his grip on her loosening just enough for her to break free. He instantly lurched forward to grab her, but Priscilla spun around, bringing her knee up with an extraordinary amount of force directly into his crotch.
The guard let out a screech, keeling over. The sound alerted the guards attacking Mulock, one charging directly at her. It didn't matter. Priscilla only needed a few seconds.
"Wheeler!" Priscilla called, "catch!"
And with that, she threw her wand.
It hurtled through the air, and without missing a beat, Wheeler lunged forward, fingers wrapping around the wand as he caught it.
One of the guard's attention snapped to him, eyes growing wide. "Your Highness, what are you--"
He couldn't even finish the question before a gust of wind sent him flying back.
The startling realization that the crown prince had just turned on them seemed to catch all three men off guard, giving Wheeler an opening to strike again. And strike he did. Though Wheeler was careful not to harm them, a second gust of wind wrapped around the two guards closest to him, slamming them into each other with enough force to send them crumpling to the ground, unconscious. The third guard was knocked back a few steps from the reverberation of the spell, and the moment he regained his footing, he took off running in the opposite direction.
"He's probably getting back up," Priscilla said, "should we stop him?"
"There's no time."
"The palace is going to be swarmed with guards any minute now," Mulock agreed. "We need to just abandon our things and run."
The three exchanged a frantic glance before nodding stiffly, coming to a silent agreement.
This was their only chance.
And with that, they took off running without ever looking back.