Where to start : The Witches Circle – PD

Showing Oridin through the Elder’s library, Esme would try to help prepare the young Mage for his journey to the lands of Pride.

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

So many many books. Oridin was right. His pleasured response and his body language was like that of a child at the fair. Where to start, what to chose? Books of all manners of spells, and incantations, histories of witch craft and lore. Some books that had not done so well to weather the passing of time, as many had cobweb strewn across the spines. Standing in the doorway, as though there was some sort of invisible barrier that kept her out, Esme watched the boy’s antics with a troubled expression. She simply couldn’t help but worry about him. Sure, he had taken her gift even if he didn’t understand the significance of it.

Finally, chewing her bottom lip, Esme stepped into the library properly, and picked up the nearest feather duster, that was leaning against a wall with the broom – both of which looked like they had not been doing their job for years. Raising the duster, Esme began to sweep back the cobwebs with spiders running in all directions. Something that may well frighten a girl with arachnophobia, but Esme was in tune with insects, just as she was with so many other creatures. Nature and its inhabitants were the very things that Esme treasured above everything, and sometimes even her own magical powers. She’d practiced her craft, but there was this side of her that always held back. Maybe it was something deep seated within her psyche.

Revealing more and more books, as she wiped the cobwebs away, the dust was also stirred. Some books actually leapt off the shelves and opened up before the young boy, as if presenting themselves for his perusal. A magical book sometimes has a life of its own. Other books were fastened with locks, for reasons that at this time were unclear.

One book was sitting on the edge of the table, and as Esme passed it, the oddest thing happened. A red like book marker made of ribbon slid out and the book opened like a dog’s mouth panting. A small tassle that hung from the other end of the book wagged like a tail. Such a strange thing to have in the library. It started Esme, who dropped her feather duster in surprise.

If the wrong person was to pick it up….you had to wonder what it would do.

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Oridin Lexington : ” Where to start ; where to start…. ”

– The male walked around and looked throughout the area for what he was truly looking for . He noticed the books acting of their own will and with that he kept on moving , after some time he’d look back at Esme ; seeing her clean up the area some . However Oridin kept searching about , getting hit by a moving book near him and before he realized it , he thought back on the past on what his Mother attempted to teach him awhile back while he was cursed . A magic spell he had failed to use . –

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Oridin Lexington : ” A long time ago , back in another land I attempted to destroy the curse implanted on me by utilizing the magic of nullification by fusion as odd as it sounds. To learn how to control something ; one must know how it fully works. My Mother is truly a Magic Master , and she created dangerous spells that could change the very essence of a person and others that can change the environment if used . I attempted to learn how to wield her Forma Noctis which was meant to allow me to embody dark magic within my form , she never used it since she created a form opposite to that and this was a reverse spell written all on paper . I attempted the spell but I failed, I was already inflicted with a curse that I attempted to stop with this spell but as it stood I didn’t have enough resistance to the dark elements and any kind of support within my own body to help myself. ”

– Oridin let out a sigh ; knowing fully well if he messed it up again that he’d possibly end up in a worse position if that was ever possible , but as it stood he needed to understand how to attempt it again and research would help him get there. Why did he want to control this magic ? Only he knew why he wanted to do so. Oridin would reach for the feather duster to return to Esme while hoping she had a book somewhere in the library that could help him reach his ends. –

Razorbackwriter:

Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Esme took up the book that was acting like some sort of dog and stroked the cover, while she watched Oridin move about the library, as though he was looking for something in particular. The books that had flown from the shelves to reveal themselves slowly closed, one after the other as he walked on by, like…they were also listening to what the young mage was saying. Speaking of a time, long before the two had met and about his mother. Esme stopped to collect her own thoughts, as the memory of her mother was somewhat a blur. Whether it was cause she was so young when her mother died, or perhaps there was something else that blocked her memories – something forced. Setting down the dog like book, which continued to wag its binder tassle, Esme scanned the rows of shelves, when Oridin said that his mother was a magic master. Lavinia could be regarded as such, but perhaps not exactly the same. It was no secret that Lavinia kept books on the dark arts…and these were the ones that had locks upon them. For obvious reasons.

I attempted to learn how to wield her Forma Noctis which was meant to allow me to embody dark magic within my form , she never used it since she created a form opposite to that and this was a reverse spell written all on paper .

The young apprentice’s ears pricked when she heard that there was a reversal spell that was written on paper.

“Do you still have that piece of paper?” She inquired, genuinely intrigued since if he had it, there was a chance that they could try it together…though there was a problem with that and dark magic. Something that Esme had not really explained.

I attempted the spell but I failed, I was already inflicted with a curse that I attempted to stop with this spell but as it stood I didn’t have enough resistance to the dark elements and any kind of support within my own body to help myself. ”

Resistance. These words caused Esme’s eyes to light up.

“The book you need isn’t here and I highly doubt that Lavinia would leave her grimoire out in the open. But I know of another. My mother’s.” A powerful witch in her own time, she had a massive grimoire, that Esme studied from time to time, and even took down spells from it, to work on and make into her own.

“It’s in my room.” Before the boy could speak, Esme left the library and ran back down to her own room, where Esme kept a chest. A chest of belongings that was at the foot of her bed. Kneeling down she reached for the talisman around her neck and uttered a small spell, that saw the lock on the chest open and she was able to lift up the lid on the weathered chest. In beneath baby clothes and other keepsakes, was a bound book….

Desmedora’s grimoire.

Closing the lid of the chest in haste, Esme got back up to her feet with the book held closely to her chest, before feeling a surge of power, that seemed to connect the book to the talisman – a recognition of the two magics. It always happened, like some strange bonding, that Esme never truly understood.

Racing back to the library, Esme found Oridin again where she had left him and with a look of some resignation, she handed over her most prized possession.

“This might help you with your curse. I’d pretty much bet my life on it.”

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Fudo:
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– The Mage listened to all Esme said and done , leaving his presence to go retrieve something she believed could help him . When she returned Oridin was handed a book , it gave him the feel that it was special or at least held some special value hearing the way she spoke about it . Oridin sighed with relief hearing how full of faith she had in it and smiled whole-heartedly. –

Oridin Lexington : ” Thank you Esme , I’ll use this grimoire to the best of my ability . ”

– He bowed with great respect and adoration to his colleague , knowing he was going to speak to Esme about the information about the technique he planned to do so now . As it stood Oridin knew it would be impossible for him to have all that stuff with him after the events that transpired from his transformation ; death and transfer to Hell. With that Oridin would give the information that he could –

Oridin Lexington : ” The notes are back in my kingdom but what I can say is that I remember three words . Create . Crush . Absorb . Embody. I tried my best to remember the entire spell but I realized after all that time I could only remember root words. ”

– Oridin attempted to remember much more but he couldn’t . However he was glad to at least recognize and remember the most important words . The Mage apprentice would put the book in the bag he carried before continuing the conversation. His brains brought back the memory of the incident of where he attempted to utilize the spell without heeding his Mother’s warning. –

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Oridin Lexington : ” The spell is difficult to do if one is not completely in tune with their will. The weak will be consumed by this spell . Like I was before. I didn’t realize it was more difficult to do with a curse on me. Me attempting to use the spell caused the curse itself to mutate and turn me into a Dragon made of darkness , everything beyond that I’ve told you about in the past. ”

– The male walked closer and looked about the library for a brief moment before he allowed Esme to speak if she had something to say in response . –

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.

Esme had a lot of faith in the young Mage, though giving him the grimoire was a true test of this belief in him. It was a treasured family heirloom and one that she didn’t even share with her Aunt Lavinia. Seeing his reaction was enough for the young witch. He was respectful and grateful that she passed over such a precious book.

” Thank you Esme , I’ll use this grimoire to the best of my ability . ”

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“I know you will.” Esme said with an air of confidence. She was assured that if anyone should have it, it was him. Was it enough though? Waiting to see what he would do next, she found herself listening to him explain about how the notes for a certain spell were back at the kingdom where he was from. Esme knew little about his past, the times before she had found him, and though she was curious to learn more about her friend, Esme knew that time was marching on. He spoke of a spell but could only recall root words, not the entire speel. Those words held power, but without the entire incantation, they just weren’t enough on their own.

Watching Oridin place the book carefully within his bag, Esme followed him across the room, where he continued on about the spell. Saying how difficult it was and that if one was not completely in tune with their will, it won’t work. Esme let out a small sigh, when Oridin said that he didn’t realize that it was more difficult to do, do to the curse that had befallen him earlier. Maybe this was why he was so keen to seek out more information, and tour the libraries of say the Kingdom of Pride. Esme was now starting to truly understand the importance of this mission.

“I really hope you find what you are looking for out there. Who knows, maybe the answer is waiting for you in the library of that Prince that was here. Can’t hurt to look while you are doing the protection spell.” Esme had not forgotten about the whole ritual and lighting of the blooded candles, though part of her worried all the same. Lavinia’s spells were not for the feint hearted.

Out in the hall, a clock struck one, and it startled the young witch. She was about to say something…something from the heart, when a raven flew in the window. It had a note tied to its leg, and excusing herself, Esme went over to remove the note, while the raven squawked loudly. It was not one of Lavinia’s ravens. Esme could tell by the sheen of colour of the feathers. Unraveling the note, she looked surprised to see who it was from

From the Greed Kingdom to Witches Circle

Mariela to Esme

Princess Mariela of Greed requires your assistance. Apologies for the inconvenience, but if you could please make your way over to Greed castle, it’d be greatly appreciated.

“What could they want with me?” Esme said out loud, before looking back at Oridin with a worried expression. “I’ve been summoned to Greed.” After the Princess’s behavior before Lavinia, Esme had to wonder if she had called for her by mistake. “I don’t understand, I’m not an Elder. Maybe they don’t want to upset Lavinia.” It was a fair call, considering. Knowing that it was best to get a move on, Esme ran over and placed a kiss on Oridin’s cheek. “Hopefully I will be back before you return from Pride. if not…..I wish you well…I really do.”

The young apprentice then hurried out of the library to go and pack a small bag for her trip to Greed.

~RB~

(TC – Esme – Greed)

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Oridin Lexington :”Thanks for the support Esme , I’ll do my best. ”

– The Young Apprentice would say to his comrade , he knew he was meant to head off soon and when they both said their pieces a bird came in which was meant for Esme . With that bird giving her specific information about her instructions Oridin would soon to remember he had duties to fulfill , he was meant to leave . soon –

Oridin Lexington : ” I think they need you for something that only you can do . Be careful out there ok ? I’ll be going myself now ; and thank you for the support again. We’ll see each other soon I’m sure.”

– He’d stand there for a few more moments ; seeing Esme off as he sighed gently. Hopefully she’d be safe and out of harms way while at Greed . He couldn’t go along with her due to him being assigned elsewhere.-

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Oridin Lexington : ” Maybe when we get back I’ll muster up the courage to ask. Teleportavimas ! . ”

– In the moment of stating the magic words needed to initiate the transport Oridin would have been warped and sent to the Kingdom of Pride along with the items he had needed to fulfill his duties and the gift he was given by Esme. Oridin hoped for the best and of course a chance to further his research and understanding of the pursuits he’s long since seeked. –

[ TC – Kingdom of Pride ]

The Witches Circle – Blood Magic : PD

 

Following on from “Just the beginning” – The Witches Circle series.

 

Fudo:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Oridin Lexington:” I see. So what does that entitle for us all ?”

– Oridin had kept quiet the entire time , hearing more and more that has been said it was implied Greed and Gluttony are not on the same boat when it came to understandings and the Apprentice realized this must mean that they had to be enemies possibly. These were all theories however, as the apprentice did not know who these people were or anything and was only going by the context that was given. He walked closer to Esme before looking around at the more empty space since more and more have them left and now leaving barely anyone in this area . Oridin would then ask her where they should go now , since there seemed to be nothing for them out here at this point in time. –

Oridin Lexington:” So where should we go next ? ”

Tory:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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In the middle of the circle a sudden burst of light spread out and was followed with the second half of the prince’s shrill scream of pain and when the light dissipated and lighting returned to normal, Astaroth was kneeling in the middle rubbing his temples and cursing all that is holy. Especially archangels and their barriers of no-leaving-for-you-mister. After about five seconds or so he stood up and looked around. He could feel there there was no shred of his powers in this golem, an uncomfortable feeling that left him on edge. He wouldn’t be able to protect himself at all, although perhaps he could just remove the crown and be fine.
He saw two people and bowed towards them as their attention would surely be on someone that appeared as suddenly and extravagantly as he had. If it had been up to him though, he would’ve arrived without screaming in pain and blasting out light. He was hoping he’d brought a little bit of his seal with him and thus weakened it. He had suspicions that were not the case though. That would simply be far too convenient.
I do apologise for this horrid entrance. I would’ve chosen something less bright and soundless, but such is not my luck.” he smiled sweetly at the two. “My name is Astaroth and I hold the current title of Pride.” he bowed deeply this time. “I wish to speak with your elder, if that is alright?” he kept it short for the clock continued ticking and Salem had said he wouldn’t be able to keep the golem up for too long. Astaroth hoped the kid wasn’t exerting himself too much. He would feel horrible if Salem would use up too much of his powers when Astaroth really could’ve just sent a raven. All he could do now though, was his best at explaining his situation to whoever wanted to help and make it appealing enough for them to actually try and break the barrier.

 Dessy:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
“Do you even know why the Prince of Gluttony sought a new arm in the first place?”Shamus spoke, and Mariela raised an eyebrow. “No.” she said simply, and left it at that. Shamus then started speaking about Mammon, and Mariela’s eyes narrowed. “I am not like Mammon, nor will I ever be. I can’t be held responsible for the destruction he or Lydia have caused. That’s not my doing, and if it was up to me, whatever destruction they caused would’ve never happened.” she spoke, shaking her head as she talked. Shamus was then stopped by Lavinia, and she moved her gaze to look back up at the Elder.

She moved her eyes to watch Shamus leave, before looking up at Lavinia. “I appreciate the offer, but I made the mistake in trusting the wrong people before. I’m not making that mistake again.” she then said. She turned to glance at her family behind her when Lavinia spoke, before looking back at her with a curious expression, watching the Elder witch walk off with narrowed eyes.

“You were right about the heart. It’s not yours that is needed, but that does not mean that you are out of danger. This….is only the beginning.”

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Another voice spoke, and Mariela turned to look at her. ‘I never said I wasn’t out of danger.” she spoke. “I know fully well the amount of danger I could be in, but I’m not at all worried.” she said afterwards. She turned her head to look back in the direction the other witches had walked to before speaking again. “As much as I appreciate your Elder’s offer, I’ve trusted the wrong people too many times.” she said, looking back at the girl. “One of those times lead to my death.”she then said. “Until I’m proven that all of them can be trusted, I’m not taking any chances.” she then spoke after.

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Mariela heard a scream of pain, and then saw a flash of bright light. She immediately turned her head to the source, taking a few steps back as the person appeared. She gave a small curtsy when he bowed, before turning to look back at Esme.“I think I’ll take my leave now. Give your Elder my apologies.” she then said, nodding her head in farewell before turning and motioning for Scar and her family to follow her, before exiting the Witches Circle. Did she make a mistake? Maybe. She didn’t know. But everyone makes mistakes, and everyone has to deal with the consequences. Was Mariela worried? Not really. Good always wins.

(TC? Maybe?)

Razorbackwriter:
Re: [RP] The Witches Circle.
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Scar hated being right. He knew from the start that going to the Witches circle was a bad idea. He didn’t trust the Elders at all, and the news that another Princess may possibly have been killed in their sacred grounds meant that the likes of the new Princess of Greed being there – she’s have no protection anyways. The alp however was proud of his Mistress. She handled herself with a sense of pride and dedication to the protection of her family, no matter who was making threats with them. She bluntly told them all, she would kill anyone that tried to harm them. So much passion in her voice, that tears welled in Scar’s eyes. She was nothing like Lydia, and he thanked the maker for that fact. Mariela didn’t need these beings protection. He and her family would be that circle of trust…their bonds already proved over and over. In the maze, and back at the castle. Mariela had been burnt by those she trusted. She swore never again to take that chance.

“I think I’ll take my leave now. Give your Elder my apologies.”

Scar stood by her side and bowed politely before Esme and Oridin. “It’s time we went home.” The alp was already making plans on how to help get Mariela’s family home. He didn’t need the Elders to do what he had already done before. But at least now, Mariela had seen what witches and warlocks – the Elders were like. Looking back at Tessa, Sam and Sean, Scar motioned with his head that they start to leave the area. They had a long walk home.

In the forest edge a dark shadow hovered and there was a distinct chuckle that watched the scene playing out before him. So this…was the new Princess of Greed. Pretty. He thought to himself. Watching them depart, Marcus fell back into the shadows. He would make his move….when they were least expecting it. Here, at the Witches circle, there were the ancients that were sure to start whispering their annoyance. Marcus was not about to let that happen.

(TC – Marcus – Scar to Greed Kingdom)

Now that the Princess of Greed and her party had left, there was a great explosion of light from the center of the circle. It seemed that the royals of Hell were continuing to visit the Witches circle. Perhaps news of Gluttony’s murderous spree was starting to filter out to the other realms and more were coming to protect their own interests. Oridin asked where they were off to now. With the newest arrival, Esme knew that they weren’t going anywhere just yet. The apprentice served Lavinia no matter where she was in Dyre.

“I do apologize for this horrid entrance. I would’ve chosen something less bright and soundless, but such is not my luck.”

Fireworks and a light show. It had to be a royal. Esme offered a sideways glance at Oridin as she returned to hear the rest of the introduction.

“My name is Astaroth and I hold the current title of Pride.”

“Pride?!” Esme’s sudden cry of the Prince’s name showed that she was now deeply shocked that the one that Shamus had mentioned was now standing in the Witches circle. Did this…Astaroth know about Gluttony? The introduction showed nothing but good manners, and no real fret or worry. You could see the blood run from Esme’s face, and she stood awkwardly, her eyes darting around to see if the great Glutton would suddenly return unannounced, even though Lavinia had used a banishing spell that meant he could not return.

“I wish to speak with your elder, if that is alright?”

“You mean, Lavinia. She uhm….she’s this way.” With a sinking feeling in her own heart, she turned and gestured for the embodiment of Astaroth to follow. “Lavinia was here, but she left the circle.”

If Astaroth and Oridin followed, Esme would take them deep into the forest. Normally she would lead them straight to the cottage, but from the feeling of magical power, Lavinia had taken a different direction. Heading to a much darker place, where there was a special clearing. Within it stood an ancient tree that was devoid of leaves and flowers. There were no animals except for the raven which sat upon her shoulder. There was a great chair fashioned from the twisted roots that had come up from under the ground. Lavinia was sitting in this chair, meditating. Only when the trio entered the clearing did she open her eyes.

Esme bowed as she approached, with Lavinia staring down at her with a look of disdain.

“I have a guest that wishes to be granted audience….my Queen. It’s…Astaroth…the Prince of….”

Before she could finish, Lavinia bore a great smile and watched Astaroth approach.

“Ah yes….the Heart. Such a proud heart. One that beats so fiercely. It’s a wonder that it is still in your chest, but don’t worry, the Gluttonous one can not enter Dyre….I sent him packing.”

No doubt this was going to bring a series of questions from Astaroth, who knew nothing of the plots of the Prince of Gluttony. If he did feel threatened however, it came from the realms, not the Witches Circle.

“I know you….I walked with you once upon a dream.” Lavinia seemed to be enjoying this now, smiling over at Oridin and then saying to the young mage. “You may well be leaving us to go to a Castle that lay in the center of a lake.” The Elder spoke of the Kingdom of Pride, but that of course all hinged on what Astaroth said next.

~RB~

Fudo:
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– Oridin bowed his head in return to the male that had done so to him ; being awkward about the whole ordeal and not knowing who they were personally or their importance and had only done so out of respect . When seeing the Prince of Pride announce himself Oridin felt quite shocked as to how many royals had appeared here today. It had to have been at least 4 . He didn’t know what to say next ; in fact , he couldn’t find any words to leave his mouth at this time but instead respectfully bowed to the male known as Pride as he spoke to them , he allowed Esme to speak for him as he couldn’t find anything to say so he walked simply as a mute with her to where she was bringing Pride . He didn’t want her to go alone , he didn’t have anything to do also and wishing to know more about the Elders is one of the things Oridin wished to do . He wanted to more closely get in touch with the art of magic and get much more close to how it should be wielded and how to do so efficiently . His mind hovered around the thought of how to introduce himself when reaching the Elder ; finding himself in face of Lavinia upon reaching her domain which was quite grim in nature and held solely but a chair and the tree that it was near ; Oridin can only assume the Elder was quite spiritual and he bowed in respect when she spoke to the group and then seemed to have spoken to Oridin about going to a Castle in which Oridin’s behavior broke its structure as his response came . –

Oridin Lexington : ” C-Castle ? I’m going where ? ”

– Oridin’s eyes seemed to have showed the sensation of fear, however it wasn’t the typical being afraid of something but in truth it was him being uneasy about going somewhere where he hasn’t been , a place truly foreign to him . Oridin had gotten use to this realm , and as scary as it sounded he sighed thinking about what may happen when he’s gotten there . He tilted his head down and stared at the ground before taking in a deep breath to say –

Oridin Lexington : ” Wherever it may be , I’ll go if that is the will of the Elders. ”

– There may be some good in going to another land , as it may teach him more about the world as well as expanding his knowledge . He could always use more , more to learn and the more things he could find out while being in the realms beyond the Witches Circle . His fear slowly faded into inquisitive bliss . He felt as if he could really do it. –

Tory:
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Lavinia’s Domain

Astaroth jumped as his title was suddenly cried out. He had been out of the game for several centuries, if not a few milennia. Appearing nowhere, never sending messages and really just not contacting the world outside of his prison. Such a reaction was to be expected, however, it still surprised him. It was almost rude. He did forgive though as it was justified. Anyone would be surprised to see a man that had probably become a story in his time away. A myth, maybe. Or perhaps that was just Astaroth’s wishing.
Just as the girl had cried out, the boy beside her bowed. Perhaps he held a higher rank than the girl and thus had better manners?
He bowed to the girl again before following her. He caught up quickly so that he’d walk just a little bit behind the two. He was being lead somewhere, walking beside them would be useless and he’d just seem awkward whenever he’d take a step in a different direction than where they were heading. So behind it was. Walking behind also gave him a chance to take in the sight of the forest. There were no forests on his island and he so missed the free nature. All he had was a garden with herbs, a few flowers and an apple tree. It was nothing fancy, but he was fond of it. It provided solace from everything, because despite his lack of appearances he did have duties as a prince as every other prince should have.
Much to Astaroth’s displeasure, the girl stopped in a small clearing with a dead tree. Dead trees of course had their appeal, but Astaroth preferred them alive. This particular dead tree should most likely be considered the elder witch’s throne, he guessed.
He carefully stepped passed the boy and girl when the witch smiled at him and bowed deeply.
I thank you, Elder.” he had been hoping it was something else, but his heart was certainly worthy of this blasted pain in his gut and now chest. “I had no idea it would be Gluttony. Now I’ll be able to prepare properly knowing who to expect.” his lack of questions perhaps came as a surprise, but he’d already known that he were likely to be attacked. Although he did have one question. Why his heart? But that would be a question saved for later for the elder spoke again.
Oh? I do hope I didn’t embarrass myself.” he smirked. “I hope I can take it that you know why I’m here then?” he looked towards the boy with a friendly smile when she spoke to him. Perhaps he was an expert on barriers with extensive knowledge of angelic ones. That would certainly make Astaroth more than willing to invite him to his home.

Razorbackwriter:

The Witches Circle.

Watching Esme, Oridin and the visitor – a golem of Astaroth approach the dead tree throne, Lavinia adjusted her posture so she was sitting more regally upon her knotted wood seat. Another raven happened to swoop down from the skies and landed just on the edge of the throne, bowing graciously with its wings spreading before the Supreme Elder. A note was tied to its leg, and while she could hear the one known as Astaroth give thanks for allowing this meeting and also the revelation about Gluttony, Lavinia untied the note and read the contents that were written in a familiar script. The Queen of witches could not hold back the laughter that bubbled up from the very pit of her stomach.

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How odd. There were now two witches that held thrones of the seven kingdoms. Katrina had somehow managed to get the crown from the Princess Sayaka. It was completely unexpected, but there was a silver lining to this latest development. Folding the note, she tucked it into her dress, before returning her attention with a much more somber expression, when Astaroth had mentioned that he had no idea that Gluttony was after him, nor why.

“Now I’ll be able to prepare properly knowing who to expect.”

This statement brought a surprised look from Lavinia. Preparing for the onslaught of a demon Prince like Gluttony was going to be no easy feat, especially with the current upsets that were being caused by the time piece. Astaroth had not been present when the Lord Gluttony had, and missed the change in the Queen of witches herself, from the disruption in magic and time.

“You might have trouble expecting the unexpected.” By this, Lavinia meant that nothing was set in stone. “You see, there has been a shift in powers to many creatures both magical and not. This is more than some simple quest for power. For you see, there is a power that Gluttony cannot control – though he may fail to understand what that is.”

Rising up from her throne, she slowly walked down each step till she was on level ground and was standing before the gathering.

“You suspect I know why you are here.” Lavinia paused and then nodded to both ravens to take flight, before returning her attention to Astaroth. “A deal was done with a Prince who now wears a specific piece known as the right hand of doom.” The Dark one had explained to Lav earlier about what the consequence of this was, and that in order for Gluttony to keep the hand, he must bring a trophy that was worthy.

“The pain you suffer from. The stomach pains, the headaches. Your bodies way of letting you know that you are in danger. A sense that…serves you well.” It had, since the quest for answers to his ailment had brought him to the Witches circle, rather than going to a simple medicine professional.

“The heart that beats so strongly within you, is one of great power. The one that holds that heart in his hand….gets control of not just the heart’s owner…..but everything and more. A proud heart is akin to the heart of the Great Lion.:” If Astaroth was paying attention and closely, he might realize the severity of danger that he was in.

“You have one good thing on your side, aside from those that are honored to serve you till death. There is a time limit on acquiring the heart as the trade. You have six days remaining. I suggest, you return to your kingdom, but….before you do I shall give you a gift.”

This was when she looked to Oridin. The young apprentice mage that had been keeping close to Esme during this meeting, but eager to learn more about the path he was to take.

Lavinia went to a tree that had a large hollow in it and reached inside. She took out three black candles. Each one bore a special marking that was emblazoned as though by fire. She cut her finger and then with her own blood, she let it seep into each candle’s markings infusing them with a certain type of magic. Lavinia called over Oridin to her side as she went to hand him the candles.

“Take these, along with this.” Lavinia took a ring off her own finger, that contained a special stone that was jagged in shape. The black stone was small enough that it was easily carried on one’s person and remain undetected by others.

“Light the three candles at midnight, on the night of a full moon and place them in a triangle formation. The jewel ring should be placed in their center.” Handing the mage the ring, she added;

“Once all the candles and the stone are in place, speak the following words aloud:

Stone of the earth,
Guard my heart with your strength,
Protect it from evil and harm,
That no danger may pass,
No threat draw near.

Smiling at Oridin, she concluded what must be done after the chant. “Extinguish the candles and break them. Then get the Prince of Pride to wear or carry the stone any time he felt the need for added strength and security against an intrusion on his heart.”

The spell explained, Lavinia returned her attention to Astaroth.

“Take Oridin with you on your return and the gift will be put into play. It is the best I can offer you, and the boy will learn much on his travels. At the end of the sixth day, when the time piece has run out, he shall return to our circle and be raised to that of an Elder for his dedication to the craft.”

It would be a win win…surely. She waited with a smile for Astaroth and Oridin to speak.

~RB~

Here comes Mother – The Black Tower : PD

While Marguerite  is off at the Witches Circle, Marcus learns more about Madame Green’s visions, till Mother Dearest makes a shocking return.

Co-written with Artie.

(RP- Supernatural Fantasy)

Artie:

 

The Black Tower

 

“Oh, Marcus. I shouldn’t lie by telling you that you were my only reason… Your brother’s life in shambles is my daily amusement, you understand… But I will admit you played quite a part.” The oracle purred, raising her hands to his jawbone. The two would remain as such, though a moment after she would pull away, gazing at him with sly eyes. “Oh, how are you two even related..?” It was a wonder to the Madame – one was witty, cunning, attractive, sly… and the other temperamental, hopeless, and reckless. The Madame could not recall the two brothers having a different upbringing, really, but they were so different they might as well be from different roots. They did, however, share their features of stunningly dark hair and vibrant blue eyes.. That, she admitted, was attractive of Raul – though, in her opinion, Marcus did it better..

“Your mother is a lovely woman.” The Madame would grin, teasingly for a moment more. At this she would twirl away from Marcus, but still hold onto his hand, as one might when dancing and twirling from their partner. Her eyes were bright as she gazed to him, holding mischievous energy but also a paradoxical innocent one.. Her eyes would go to the bar, instead passing the cup he had poured for her and taking a beer instead. “Oh, I’ve changed my mind. Perhaps a drink in these times are best.” Madame would twist the bottle open with her powers, as if she was unscrewing it, hand hovering over the cap.. From there she would sit upon the couch, sitting from it and gazing at the Black brother..

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“Oh, Marcus… Begin fortifications, if you know what is good for you.. A turn of the century for Hell is coming.. and it is not just that of the child.” The woman casually placed her beer on the coffee table, then leaned back against the couch, folding a leg over the other and placing her hands into her lap – this would seem as if she was getting comfortable, but was truly a guise of the paralysis that would come upon her, eyes turning white just as she’d leaned back – her face slackened, head falling backwards against the piece of furniture.. This would last a few moments – Marcus was familiar with her visions. They were, after all, old friends in a world where friends seemed impossible, only allies that would betray you later. Where her visions were normally peaceful, silent… this one caused her eyes to flutter, a soft moan of fear coming from her lips as her brows would furrow…

Razorbackwriter:

The Black Tower

Noticing the sudden quiet, which was unusual in itself when Mother was around, the devilish Black son suddenly found cause to smirk as he swirled his glass of whiskey.

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Mother….had left the building. It was the perfect opportunity to let his hair down truly, and of course with such charming company as the delightfully wicked Madame Green it could become quite the party. Marcus was more the playboy son of the family, and while Marguerite doted on Raul for god knows what reason, it gave Marcus ample opportunity to be the brat. Though older and the rightful heir to the Black family name, Raul was the chosen one to marry into Hell’s royalty. Mother and her schemes. He thanked the stars that he did not cop the same treatment as Raul did. It would be enough to make any man want to tear their hair out.

“Ahaha…The Elders know how to pick their timing.” Amused to no end, and thankful that he had not yet reached Elder status. Back to the oracle, who was now clutching his jaw and asking how it was ever possible that the two Black sons could be brothers. They were as different as night and day.

“Different fathers, my dear.” It would be a shock to anyone outside the family, for while Marcus was the true heir, Raul was in fact a bastard. Marguerite had gone to great lengths to keep that a secret. “My father headed the Black Dynasty, Raul’s daddy….was some one night stand that Mother had with….with…damn what was his name….Shamus…I think.”To Marcus the name meant nothing, and he was more than happy to spill this little family secret. “My father was better looking. Whoever the twit that got my mother in the sack was….he must have spiked her drink. But…that is past and we all know how pathetic my brother really is. It’s all in the genes.” He tapped his nose as he said this and then let out a loud guffaw when Madame Green announced that his mother was a lovely woman.

“Oh you jest, surely.” Marcus continued with dancing eyes as he twirled the woman around the floor of the room as though they were at a ball. “The Devil himself wouldn’t touch her with a pike pole. Even he has standards.” The wickedness of this Black son was something else. “My position is assured. She can’t manipulate me even if she wanted too. I am my Father’s son.” Of that he was proud.

The conversation however took on a more serious nature, when Madame Green announced that he would need to start building fortifications if he knew what was good for him, and it was not just to do with the child. Marcus raised a brow, when Green let this little cat out of the bag.

“Changes in hell are always a constant. What with the twits that rule the Kingdoms. But….if you recommend that we get ready for whatever new threats are out there, I will do as you say. Can’t hurt, can it?” Marcus released Madame Green’s hand and went to ring a bell to order the head of house to come at once so that plans could be set in place for construction. There would of course be some magic required, and that would be done on a united front. As his back was turned however, he failed to see the change in the woman, who had begun to feel a real fear. Something was coming…but what?

~RB~
Artie:
The Black Tower

It was only for a few moments until Madame had sat up straight, with widened eyes and a shocked look on her face. “My…!” Raul was the spawn of Marguerite and Shamus?! Oh, how deliciously juicy! Such a secret much be spoken sparingly, of course… Didn’t want to give away all of her cards, now did she? “Marcus! Mother Dearest is en route. Oh, this is lovely!” The Madame looked excited, clasping her hands together as she began to spin around the room, then closed her eyes. She appeared as though waltzing, only alone in this act – but a moment would pass and her eyes would blink open as she stopped abruptly, Marguerite’s full plan suddenly coming to her, eyes flashing white. “Oh.” Her excitement was gone as quickly as it had come forth, her face a thin line now. “I do hope you’re not too… greedy.” The Madame let her sentence hang, staring at the warlock. Yes, she had chosen those words particularly – the blue of her true form’s eyes beginning to show through despite her current mask – but it was a mere moment, and the brown had returned.

Perhaps, Madame thought, she should obtain one of these kingdoms herself.. Yes. She was fit to be a Princess, wasn’t she? And, as far as she knew – precious Wrath had died a few moments ago. Wrath, indeed. Ah, but no! The kingdoms were beneath her. The witches confided in her when they did not know what could happen – yes, they were strong, but even they did not possess the skill of foreseeing as far as the Madame could. She was, after all, an oracle. And, despite Madame’s reputation as a bitch, this was only to a few – for the witches knew her as she was. Some were even Madame’s oldest friends. While she and the witches never sat down for afternoon tea and gossiped like carefree birds, they did tend to meet up in specified locations where they could not be interrupted, and inbetween their serious business more trivial news was mentioned. For instance, an older Elder by the name of Rudith’s great-great grandson had recently gotten married. While this mattered really to none of the grouping, it was still something to know – but, as Rudith had joked, “As if Greenie didn’t know that anyway!

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The oracle’s eyes had wandered, gazing about the extravagant and ancient room. It was a few minutes that she was lost in thought, before looking back at Marcus, as though just realizing he was there.. “Oh, Marcus. You say you won’t be manipulated, but just you wait until mother dearest decides you ought to go after the Greed Princess. Who, is already taken, but I don’t suppose she particularly cares. After all, you are merely a pawn to her..” While the Princess and Scar were not official quite yet, Madame could see where their future lay – a happy one. Good on the witch, though Mariela did not quite realize the bumps ahead. The oracle sat once more, though she knew that soon would be the time to take her leave. In only a few moments, Marguerite would have returned.. and boy, did she intend to smirk knowingly. This information had only just been revealed to her – the oracle technically knew the moment that Shamus and Marguerite decided to have sex, but it wasn’t as if she was particularly remembering of the situation. No, only important events, like the birth of Bandit and Raul’s son.. “Here comes the mother.” The words were spoken under her breath, a mutter that only she could slyly here. Any moment, and the matriarch would come crashing in. Oh, this family disaster was better than those shows the humans watched.

Razorbackwriter:

The Black Tower

One of the wonderful things about the oracle, was her ability to sense when someone is en-route to the destination where she was standing. The fact that it was Marguerite that was coming was enough to make Marcus roll his eyes. When he had earlier suggested that if she wanted more answers about Raul and this unborn child, Marcus didn’t know that she would seek out the Witches Circle. He was happy if she pursued Raul’s misadventures than bother him when he was in the company of such a rose as Madame Green. He’d just finished explaining how he would heed her warning about fortifications, but there was one he would love to keep out of Black Tower and that would be his own meddling mother. What was worse was that the oracle was about to relay more than just Marguerite’s movements, but also that she was going to test her son’s will against manipulation after the events that unfolded whilst at the circle.

“Oh, Marcus. You say you won’t be manipulated, but just you wait until mother dearest decides you ought to go after the Greed Princess. Who, is already taken, but I don’t suppose she particularly cares. After all, you are merely a pawn to her..”

“What?” It was the only word that could leave the warlock’s mouth. He knew of Madame Green’s insight, but this…this was a bit much. “I don’t date who my mother picks for me, thank you very much.” Already the hair on the back of his neck was bristling, and his grip on his crystal glass was getting stronger. It looked like he was set to break it with the rising anger that was swelling in him. You could even see the beginnings of his dark aura coming to life. “She knows better than to play Miss Match maker with the Heir to the Black lands.”

As these words spilled from his mouth, the room filled with a gale like wind as Marguerite came into view. She had overheard what Marcus had just said, and then glared at Madame Green who had just finished saying… “Here comes the mother.” in a very low hush that was not meant for anyone else’s ears but her own.

“You might think differently when I spell out to you what took place at the Witches circle….Son.” Marg emphasized the word “son” as she removed her travel cloak and handed it to her man servant; Warner. A bald headed man dressed impeccably in a three piece suit.

Smoothing out her gown from the hasty return to Black Tower, she appeared to be in her element, regardless of whatever face that Madame Green was pulling.

Marcus knew nothing about the new Princess of Greed, safe to say that she had killed Lydia. The brother of Raul had no love for Lydia as he found her far too ambitious and greedy for his own tastes. It was fitting that she was the reigning head as she suited the title well. But Marguerite’s statement did raise his curiosity to a level where he decided to bite.

“Well for one, the girl is a witch. Pretty…blonde. I know, not your type but…she uhm….she basically threatened to take down every leader of the Kingdoms of Hell….along with the entire witches council of elders if they so much as tried to mess with her family.” The power of these words was enough to make Marcus’s jaw drop. Had the killing of Lydia gone to the girl’s head? Or was she being tainted by the powers that would have crossed over to her when the Princess was slain at her hand?

“She threatened Lavinia? All of you?’ Marcus knew the Elder held sway of all witches and warlocks alike. Only offering them Elder status when they had passed her testing. Something that he himself had yet to do. Marcus was not normally just go to see Lavinia as she demanded so his rights to Elder-ship had yet to be fulfilled.

“Everyone….even the Dark one.” Marguerite could see the wheels in Marcus’s mind turning over. This wasn’t merely match making, this was so much more.

“So where is this girl now?’

Hook…line and sinker.

Marguerite smiled in triumph. She knew her son could hardly resist a challenge, especially with a girl who had just made enemies with everyone he knew.

“Still at Witches Circle, but if she had any sense at all, she’d return to that kingdom of hers, before word gets out of her vulnerability. Her family.”

That was enough for Marcus, who turned to Madame Green and bowed.

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“I have a date with a blonde. Why don’t you and Mother play bridge….or knit booties for Raul’s child.”

With a laugh he vanished into a darkened mist, leaving Marguerite standing there with her attentions turned onto the oracle.

“Greed….will be mine.”

~RB~

 

The Witches Circle – Only the beginning : PD

Following on from Power and Corruption, Mariela has to make a choice over family versus the Elders.  Is this choice a costly mistake?

Co-written with Fu and Dessy.

RP – Fantasy Supernatural.

Fu:

Witches Circle

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– Oridin listened quietly as people spoke to the newcomer , back and forth several terms fly back and forth and slowly The Apprentice tried to piece these things together slowly . Hearing the titles such as prince and princess being thrown around ; he was only to suspect they were of royal value like he was back in his own lands but seeing the difference in situation he was to assume that he was outclassed by them . Oridin would begin to think to himself in quiet, lowly talking to himself as to not bother the current conversation going on with the elders and the newcomer and her party-

Oridin Lexington : ” Gluttony , Wrath and Greed ? Sounds like Sins. If thats the case then there should be more . And if there are more , then I hope to see them up close ; may learn a thing or two from them however that doesn’t seem easy . I must find an alternative for now , or simply hold it off until whatever seems to be happening no longer risks my safety if I do go . Hmm , The Glutton ate Wrath ? Would that entitle him growing stronger ? ”

– The Male rubbed his chin as he thought in his silence ; seemed like he was a child with big dreams but he was not a kid after all : He was the equivalent of a mature young human man of course with special traits but that didn’t change how he seemed to have been thinking . Hearing the Council of people speak about a proposal of protection the male listened eagerly about what was to come ; what did that mean though . –

 

Dessy:

The Witches Circle.

 

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Mariela’s eyes turned to the one who was speaking, checking him over quickly, before narrowing her eyes in suspicion.“Are you even aware of what goes on beyond the walls of Greed, Princess?” he asked, and Mariela’s eyes were still narrowed in suspicion. “No, I do not. But I don’t feel the need to involve myself in other’s problems that doesn’t deal with me, or my people.” she spoke firmly. He continued speaking, walking closer. By this point, the witch known as Lavinia was turned to give the one speaking her full attention, asking the one – who she now knew as Shamus – to explain.

He began speaking about the Prince of Gluttony, and Mariela turned her head to watch the next one speak. He killed… the Princess of Wrath? Mariela’s eyes widened, although this expression still could not be seen. He was power-hungry… that much was obvious. If he killed the Princess of Wrath, there was nothing stopping him from heading her way next. Although Mariela wasn’t the least bit worried. As proven with the battle against Lydia – she could handle her own. If anything, Mariela would prefer to stay neutral on the entire situation.

Hearing Scar’s voice, Mariela turned to look at him. Of course Scar would be concerned – but he really had nothing to worry about. Now, there were talks of him having to take another royals hearts. Was it hers? Mariela highly doubted it. As far as she was concerned, no one even knew Lydia was dead, or that there was a new Princess of Greed. “It’s not mine.”Mariela spoke matter-of-factly. “Considering news is just now starting to reach everyone about Lydia’s death, I doubt it’s my heart he’s after. As far as everyone else beyond this circle is concerned – no one even knows who the new ruler of Greed is supposed to be.” she spoke again. “Therefore; how can it be the heart of someone no one even knows about?” she spoke again. She certainly brought up a point. Couldn’t exactly plan to take the heart from someone you knew nothing about. And if it was Lydia’s heart they needed… it’s a little too late for that.

“Besides…Lavinia here has offered you a chance at protection. She just banished the Prince herself. Could you possibly do something like that when the time comes?”

Shamus spoke, taking another step forward. “Can you?” he pulled out a wand, then winked at Tessa. This caused Tessa to shiver, and Sean and Sam instinctively stood in front of her. “What would you do, dearie? Put the family first or save yourself?” he spoke, and he sounded like he was making a threat. Mariela didn’t like threats – especially towards her family. Obviously she’d put her family first – there was no doubt about that.

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Mariela looked at everyone behind her, before looking at Shamus. “As much as I appreciate the offer for protection…”Mariela started, also stepping forward to meet Shamus. “… I don’t need it.” she spoke. “As already proven against the fight with Lydia – I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” she spoke. “I killed the former Princess of Greed. As far as I’m concerned, banishing a royal won’t be an issue.” she spoke. She then took her hands, finally removing her hood to reveal her face. A beauty, with a certain kindness that could be seen – yet her blue eyes narrowed to stare back at Shamus, her blond curls falling over her shoulder. A beauty, that was smart, and could be dangerous when provoked. Lydia proved that. “Now, Shamus…” she then spoke. “That sounded like a threat. If there’s one thing I don’t like – it’s threats. Especially to my family.” she said, then took a step back to look around.

“My family comes first.” she spoke, looking back at Shamus. “I’d rather die a thousand times over and over again to protect them, then save myself and watch them die.” she spoke again. ‘I’ve already died once to protect them. I’ve already killed twice to protect them – one of them being what sent to me Hell, and the other being the death of Lydia. I’d willingly do it again if I had to.” she spoke. “If I have to kill every ruler of Hell, or every one of you to protect them,”she started. “I wouldn’t hesitate a second.”

Razorbackwriter:
The Witches Circle.

In the background, Marguerite stood silently whilst listening intently to all that was being said. The young witch truly did not know of the plots and schemes that raged across Hell and its many kingdoms. The Black Matriarch had her own wishes thwarted with the untimely death of Lydia, who she had hoped would be married to her own golden boy, Raul. She stood with clenched fists, still regaining her strength from the pull placed on her by the Queen of all witches. Hearing Mariela say that few outside her own realm knew about Lydia’s death was incorrect. News had already been spreading like wildfire as it had reached the Black tower, not to mention the Embassy. Marguerite began to walk around the outer ring of the circle, her movements not being noted as she blended in so well with all other Elders in attendance. The Dark One was stealing the show, or at least that is how it looked. Mariela giving her all to show that she would not be intimidated by the likes of the Dark one, or the head Elder – Lavinia. Whilst the young witch was shocked by the news of the possible death of the Princess of Wrath, and that the Prince of Gluttony himself had been banished from the circle, she concluded that since she had no such qualms or disagreements with the other kingdoms that that in effect made her neutral out of all of Hell’s Kingdoms. It was enough to make the Dark one laugh all of a sudden.

“Do you even know why the Prince of Gluttony sought a new arm in the first place?” Perhaps it was time that Mariela brushed up on her history of the Kingdoms. Revenge and hate were powerful forces and something like the loss of a limb would hardly be forgotten, even if it had been replaced. Leering, Shamus said. “A greedy little bastard of a Prince named….Mammon. Oh yes….you have inherited a Kingdom that was at war with the others. Don’t think for a second that you being the new Princess would make him suddenly want to kiss that dainty hand of yours in alliance.”

Stopping only to take a breath, the Dark one felt the eyes of Lavinia drilling into his back. Lavinia was approaching and her shadow was moving errily to encompass him. The Dark one had had his fun, and said his piece. She held her patience long enough. Placing a hand upon his shoulder, with an extra ordinary amount of strength Lavinia whispered with a dark tone.

“I summoned her to the circle, Shamus. You have done enough damage for one day. Leave.” Her words were said so as to make no mistake that he was treading on dangerous ground. With her awakening she was far more powerful than even he could have imagined. Lowering his wand he slyly pocketed it and wet his lips.

“As you wish….dearie. Tick tock. Ehehehe.” With a snap of his fingers, the Dark one vanished from the circle, now clearing the way for Lavinia to speak to Mariela directly. A calmness spread across the Elder witch and she bowed her head as though to show respect towards the new Princess of Greed.

“You have made your choice. Whilst I won’t say I am disappointed that you have rejected the offer, I shall respect it.”This was a once in a lifetime deal. Witches were not elevated to Elder status on a whim, and with the young witch going as far to say that she would protect her family against all comers, be it the other leaders of Hell or the very witches council that stood before her, Mariela had just made a terrible mistake.

Lavinia’s eyes cast across to Mariela’s family. Staring at each in turn before coming back to end the meeting between them.

“Good luck in protecting your family, girl.’ Lavinia suddenly grinned. “You’re going to need it.”

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Picking at the edges of her skirts, she turned away from the group from Greed, and then raised her right hand waving all to leave the circle. The meeting was over. The hands of time continued to move and in the next seven days as the sands fell, no one was safe – no matter how much courage and determination they had. A raven swooped down and landed upon Lavinia’s shoulder as she started to make her way back towards her cottage. In droves the other Elders began to either vanish, or take flight. The only ones that didn’t leave were Esme and Oridin. The apprentice watched in surprise as the elders were all leaving without speaking more on the time piece. What the hell was going on?

Esme hurried over to Oridin and chewed her lip as she said. Esme had heard his questions about all the other sins, and how he was fascinated about what power could be harnessed if the Prince of Gluttony could swallow another royal like he did Wrath. “This is bad. This is….really bad. Lavinia just withdrew support.” Looking up at the Princess of Greed, Esme swallowed.

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“You were right about the heart. It’s not yours that is needed, but that does not mean that you are out of danger. This….is only the beginning.”

Marguerite was the last of the Elders to leave. As she raised her hood, she had a twisted grin and then cackled as she spun her cloak and returned to the Black tower. The Matriarch was about to set plans in motion herself.

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~RB~

The Witches Circle – Power and Corruption : PD

 

Fu:

 

Witches Circle

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Oridin Lexington : ” A show ? If what happened a second ago was a opener for this………. I’m not so sure I am ready for this . ”

– The Young Apprentice said in a slowly decreasing tone to the man speaking to him , he was anxious at the words being said and furthermost he didn’t have the vaguest of understanding of what was going on . It all seemed a bit too fast for him , like being thrown into the middle of a tv series and having not seen the previous episodes before then . He didn’t know what to expect when expecting , and he didn’t have a word in edge wise because of this being his first appearance around all these people. When he saw newcomers come , all he could do was greet them before returning to silence ; he was here as a guest of sorts too so he wouldn’t try to stand out too much . All he had done would’ve been give a greeting a soft wave with his hand . –

Oridin Lexington : ” H-Hello.”

– Hearing the names of people he’s never met and the talks of Kingdoms had Oridin confused. He didn’t know much about the land outside of this particular region , and hearing about it had him stunned at the concept. Hopefully the Apprentice would get to hear more , but of course he would at least hope to make up some sense of it . –

 

Dessy:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Once Mariela had walked into the Witches Circle, she turned to face everyone else, standing with Scar still by her side and the other three behind her. Her blue eyes moved between each person, narrowing slightly as she decided whether they could be trusted or not. Although, her face couldn’t be seen – not whenever the hood was up. She stayed silent, eyes shifting between each person, but they moved to look at Lavinia when she began speaking, her voice cool, yet holding no emotion.
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“Welcome, Mariela and family.”

Mariela simply gave a nod of her head, watching Lavinia as she began walking in her direction. The little witch was suspicious – very much so. She wasn’t quite sure how much these people could be trusted. She looked at the male who spoke a hello, giving a nod. She looked down when Lavinia held out her hand, but simply looked back up at her. “I have.”she said in response to having taken over Greed. Her head turned towards the gasp that could be heard from the crowd.“She killed Lydia?” she spoke, and Mariela tilted her head. “I killed Lydia, yes.” she said, her head snapping to the one who spoke next, who seemed to be clapping. She narrowed her eyes, before turning to look back at Lavinia.

Feeling the squeeze of Scar’s hand, Mariela lifted her hand and put it on top of his in reassurance. “You’re surprised by this?” she then asked about the apparent shock at the death of Lydia – by her hands. She then silenced the one’s behind her, and once again Mariela moved her eyes around the circle. “Watch over me?” Mariela asked with a raised eyebrow – but once again this couldn’t be seen. She looked up when Lavinia walked towards her, Lavinia being quite taller than the small witch.

“I know of the curse of Greed – I was there when both past rulers fell, but only one was by my hands.” Mariela spoke. “I promise I’m not under the curse of Greed, nor will I ever be.” she spoke. One so young and so seemingly innocent, held firmness, delicacy and courage in her voice when she spoke. With everything she’s already been through, nothing fazed her anymore.

“An elder?” Mariela asked, eyebrows raising as Lavinia spoke. “Why do you want me to become an elder?” she questioned. “And what makes you think I want to become an elder?” she asked afterwards. But at the mention of her family, Mariela turned around to look at the three people behind her. She gave a nod of reassurance, before turning back around. “These are my brothers, Sam and Sean, and my good friend, Tessa.” she said, removing her hand off of Scar’s hand to gesture behind her as she introduced each of them.

“I do not know if you are aware, child but there has been a disturbance caused by the turning of the time piece. May I ask you, has anything out of the ordinary….or simply put – strange occurred since the death of Lydia?”

Lavinia asked, and Mariela glanced towards Scar. Immediately, her mind went to Alice and the mirror. “I know nothing about this “turning of the time piece”. she said, looking up at Lavinia again. “But… yes. A few strange things have happened.” she said simply, not saying anything more.

Razorbackwriter:
The Witches Circle

“I know all about it.” This was the time for the Dark one to step forward from where he had been standing as a witness to his historic meeting between Lavinia and the new Princess of Greed – Mariela. Lavinia lowered her hand slowly from the intended handshake, as the young Princess witch was wary of meeting the Queen of all Witches of Drye. Lavinia was not at all happy about what the Dark one had done, even though the turning of the time piece was the direct result of the Prince of Gluttony’s actions at the Hell’s Kitchen.

“Are you even aware of what goes on beyond the walls of Greed, Princess?”Shamus was pushing his luck to get involved at this point, but it was probably a good thing, since the Elders themselves needed to be informed of just why time was being played with. The Queen of Witches glanced back to see the slimy Dark one approach with a serious look about him. “A simple game of chess, dearie. That was the start of it. You….and your fellow rulers of Hell are on that board, but one decided that he sought more power than he should have.” The Dark one was now speaking of the Prince of Gluttony, the one that had just been banished from the Witches circle by Lavinia who had channeled the power of the Elders themselves.

Now everyone was listening intently. Even Lavinia herself. Hell had brought itself to the Witches Circle, due to that same time piece and while the Dark one did not control it, he knew the reasons for its turning and the dire consequences of that fact.

“Explain…Shamus.” Lavinia had taken her attention off Mariela for now, and even Marguerite was paying heed, as this affected her as well.

“We all saw who was here.” Shamus started, and this was when Esme – the apprentice and niece to the Queen of Witches chose her moment to speak.

“The Prince of Gluttony. He held a woman’s body….and…” The memory of what he had done, absorbing her into his own before they had shared a bizarre kiss still fresh in her mind. “That was no ordinary woman, child. That…was the Princess of Wrath.” Now, if Mariela was paying attention, this news that the Prince of Gluttony had attacked a fellow royal would be more than just shocking. “Turns out he is more power hungry than even I could have ever imagined.”

Scar couldn’t hold back any longer. The stark realization that his own beloved Princess could be in danger a very real fact. Mariela had released his hand after introducing her family to the Elders and the Queen. If Gluttony was going after the other royals, what was to stop him from coming after the Kingdom of Greed.

“Did he kill the Princess of Wrath?” Scar had to know.

“Looks like…he ate her. As to whether she was dead, the cat might know.” He meant by this, that Katrina, the servant of the Princess of Wrath was linked to her. But as many looked around, Kat was no where to be seen.

“And what has that got to do with the time piece.” Esme asked, knowing that only the right questions would get the right answers. She didn’t like getting herself involved in matters that were above her role as an apprentice, but it she felt she had to say something.

“Possibly the only way to save all of Hell from complete destruction, even if it does corrupt and cause chaos in its wake. The Prince wears the right hand of doom, a very dangerous piece that is a key…to the ultimate power. Now, I don’t normally hand that sort of thing over without a price, which was….a heart.” The Heart of Pride. Lavinia could see where this was going, and she looked to be getting angry once more. Katrina had not mentioned much at all about the Princess of Wrath, but now with the Prince of Gluttony gone with the absorbed body of the Princess, Kat must have gone off after them. Least that was the idea forming.

“Whose heart must he take?” Scar again now wanting answers. Was it Mariela’s? Was this why the Queen of Witches summoned her to become an elder and unite to save her heart from Gluttony? The Dark one tapped his nose and let out a chuckle.

“You don’t want me to spoil the show, now do you?” Oh how wicked he was being. The only one that had heard whose heart was to be needed, was Katrina, who had now left the circle and was currently out of the game. “Besides…Lavinia here has offered you a chance at protection. She just banished the Prince herself. Could you possibly do something like that when the time comes?”

He took another step closer and leered.

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“Can you?” Shamus took out a wand and waved it, before winking at Tessa. “What would you do, dearie? Put the family first or save yourself?”

~RB~

The Witches Circle – Lavinia’s Curse : PD

Banishing the Lord of Gluttony; Prince Beelzebub, was just the start of the dramas that were to unfold for those present at the Witches Circle.

 

Fu:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

Oridin’s Cabin === > Witches Circle

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Oridin Lexington : ” *huff huff * Slow down , I still didn’t catch my breath but what’s this energy coming from ; Is that from a Elder Witch ? ”

– Oridin didn’t reach the Circle yet but he was able to feel the currents of magic in the air , all being drawn towards the nature of the spell being cast ; a banishment one at that and extremely potent too. The Apprentice finally reached Esme and would spot the newcomers , people all foreign to him but this didn’t make him afraid but just wary . He didn’t see such a big person before in his life , but that can always change . What concerned him was that now seeing one of the Strongest Witches with an extremely potent force at her disposal , all of the power that she’s accumulated through her own special means would be disastrous if she didn’t show any mercy but that too was all up to the chance whether or not she decided to be lenient . Oridin would assume by the fact she hasn’t done anything but release a portal into existence that he was meant to return to another land , that of course meaning he was not welcome here of all places . Was he an enemy ? An acquaintance ? Or a person who done them wrong ? Oridin hurried up to catch up to Esme finally and let out a big sigh to indicate how draining it was for him to get where he was now . –

Oridin : ” Who are all these people ? ”

Sieg:

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Losing his motorcycle, losing his drinks, most likely losing his reward for retrieving this girl and having this Prince having a hold of his hat and even going as far as to threaten him was bad enough, and having a soul forced inside his body made things even wrost for him and just made him desire he could lunge at Beel right now just to rip off his jaw and stick his fist so deep down his stomach at the holy knuckles would melt it. So the soul stuck in him didn’t needed to clarify that, in the end he wouldn’t have done it anyways…if anything he would have find it funny that this guy was stuck here

First of all…don’t you give me orders you scum…second…if you want to go so badly to hell I will take you there, just give me a moment to rip your ugly face to shreds and mail you back to your lapdogs in a trash bag

He threatened him back, grinning at him almost like if he taunted the prince to come closer and fight him right there. Yeah, it was a bad idea and Grey knew it well, but if Beel consumed him then he had no means to go back home and he would most likely eat the holy knuckles too and basicly get something wrost than a just pain inside his belly. And if Grey actually won, he would have the pleasure to punch this guy into submission and humilliate him because a mere undead managed to hurt him, an Archdemon, with a pair of holy items. Of course…before he could insult him again something happend, and upon turning his head Grey saw something that pretty much induced fear into him

Oh my…

Grey had very few rules, but out of those few rules one stood quite high compared to the rest and it was to never, ever, piss off a powerful witch because it usually ended up badly. And he knew this because he had a brief and pretty physically painful romance with one very long ago…with the difference that the one that he got mad was nowhere near as powerful as this one that basicly removed him and the feline that the girl’s body called Kat out of the way with no effort, causing Grey to basicly crash into a stone as he looked up, sightly terrified at what was happening

Just great…just what I needed…

I don’t have enough energy to even teleport my ass out of here…and that psycho is going to surely go after my ass next…dammit! this was meant to be an easy job!

Still not used to his thoughts being heard, Grey looked to the sides, ddesperatelyseeking for the whereabouts of his motorcycle in case that by miracle it was still intact and he could take off before that witch decided to get rid of him as well…but sadly for him the only thing around was a lonely wheel hanging from a branch of a tree…which for Wattson it meant that he was currently done for if he also called upon the witch’s anger. Yet, almost like a miracle someone approached him, offering him a chance to get out of there

Stay here and be around THAT…or go with this one to who knows where…yup…definetly I pick the stranger here, I would pick a black van that says free candy at this point

You don’t have to say it twice darling, anywhere is better than here

He did not doubted for a moment when he reached out and took her hand, as he said any place was better than their current location or so he believed, so he just reached out and without a doubt took Kat’s hand, just hoping that her teleporting methods were a bit more accurate or better than his…in the end the last thing he wanted was to end up falling down again to the ground from a long distance and having to hold someone to avoid them getting damaged. So he hoped, to his inside, that she knew what she was doing or that at least she would get them the hell away from here.

Zetta:

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The magical beings all seemed to be in shock at Beelzebub’s presence, something he felt even without the tension rising from the especially angry witch. She had been exclaiming at this point, swarming with magical energy.. To him though she was just a big bowl of soup with various other food particles within it, that he could suck right up. He felt the pressure from the rumbling, all now inside of her, finding it to be a strong force in itself. However, even now, nothing he’d felt could match the power of the Devil himself. A force that he had met in his youth, so to face this, especially with his mighty physique as well as his small resistance to such magical entities: The glutton prince tilted his head back, the princess’ body was still being digested, marking how unfortunate he was at this moment. If he was put to blows with another creature of even slightly lower power than he, he would find them a hard match-up.. But the all-powerful magician wanted nothing to do with Beel, shouting out that he was to begone, a portal opening up for the male.

She gave him the perfect opportunity, the sooner he had returned this body to his Kingdom the better. So he only smiled at them all. “This isn’t over, mage!” He said, turning his back to face the portal as it had been drawing him in, it pulled his body with strong force that he could not resist anyway.. Beelzebub had no quarrels with anyone but the chaos magic user, the boy had just made a very powerful enemy. Could he make powerful allies here?.. Who knew as the portal closed, ridding the sacred place of one of Hell’s most foul.

Kiri:
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Sayaka was glad that Kat was able to hear her despite having been in a spiritual form, and thanks to that Sayaka reentered the body of Grey for the duration of their trip, glad that Kat at least had an idea of where they could go. Where would they go? Who would they meet? Was it someone from another kingdom? Or was it someone else? The situation around here was too volatile to ask for help, so where could Kat be taking them? Time would have to tell.

Razorbackwriter:The Witches Circle.

There was an eruption of emerald coloured flames the moment that the Prince of Gluttony had gone through the portal created by Lavinia in her moment of absolute anger. Smoke trailed high into the air, and there were cries from all the other Elders, be them witch or warlock as Lavinia was still channeling their powers. Only Esme and Oridin were free from the Lead Elder’s powerful hold. Kat, along with Grey had managed to escape the area, but their current destination was unknown to those present. Few in fact would have seen them leave.

Esme was standing with Oridin, who had both arrived just as all hell was breaking loose.

Oridin : ” Who are all these people ? ”

“The Elders of Dyre…all of them.” She was panting hard, and watching in horror as her aunt had harnessed all their powers, along with that of the ancestors. What she hadn’t seen was the black specters that had been released from the earth beneath the circle stones. They would have been brought from the East – the dark lands of Dyre. One thing that Esme knew for certain was, that even though Lavinia was incredibly powerful, she could not possibly maintain that much power within her current form. Not only was she a danger to everyone around her, but also to herself. The one that had been sent back via a banishment spell was unknown to Esme, who was not one to travel to Hell, unlike Katrina. The wily cat witch went wherever she liked, and that often got her into a lot of mischief.

Marguerite, the Dark One….all of them were unable to move. Frozen in their places and caught up in powerful streams that all continued to flow into the Queen of witches in the center of the circle. Barely able to move his head, the Dark one mumbled through gritted teeth.

“She….must….release….the..Elders…power.” It was draining everyone and there was a terrible sound coming from the lips of many. So much pain as if drawing on their own essence. Not fearing for her own safety, Esme jumped into the circle and sprinted across till she came to stand at Lavinia’s side, facing the spot where the Prince had vanished.

“Aunty….please, let it go!” Her voice was one of desperation. Her love for her Aunt and those around her showing in her eyes. Pleading with her Aunt. Little did she know that the woman’s inner darkness had been awoken, never to be put to sleep again. Her head slowly turned to that of her apprentice and niece, recognizing the girl that she had raised. She was blood. She was also innocent.

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Voices whispered once more, urging Lavinia to release. The worst was over and the threat had gone…for now. As simple as turning off a switch, the Elder closed her eyes, and all the links to the Elders around the circle was severed – like a cold blade slicing a vein. Witches and warlocks fell to the ground, including Marguerite and Shamus. The earth stopped trembling, but if one cared to see the dark specters had not gone back into the ground. They had found a new host and were not about to release her.

Esme reached for her Aunt’s hand, which was so cold to the touch. Where was the warmth that was usually there? The young apprentice looked about for Katrina, but she could not see her anywhere. Had the feline witch escaped her good friend’s wrath?

In the background, Shamus held his hand out for Marguerite to take so he could help her to her feet. The Black matriarch huffed loudly, before accepting it. He was the last person she ever wanted to touch. Thankfully, the area itself was undamaged from what had occured, but not all damage was visible to the naked eye. When Shamus had dusted himself off, along with Marguerite, who kept swatting him with her fan – he then looked across at Lavinia and her apprentice. He couldn’t help but grin to himself.

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“Looks like the young witch has courage after all.” Truth was in coming days she was going to need it. Seeing Oridin standing close, the Dark one swanned over to his side. “So you’re the one that Esme found. Welcome to the Witches Circle, boy.” ~RB~ 

The Witches Circle – Helter Skelter : PD

Continuing from the Intro of The Witches Circle.  Fantasy RP.

Sieg:

 

The Witches Circle.

 

This was not the first time that he had intruded there, nor the first time he have dealt with the witches and warlocks of this world. If anything he still stood as some sort of ally of their, given that so long ago he gave up his own life to suffer under the hands of those who decided to give death to one of their own kind. Years of torture, years of silence…all to defend the life of a little girl that weilded power over magic. Maybe it was the only reason why they did not saw him as an hostile, maybe that’s why he took the liberty of coming here aside from the fact that his job demanded it…

…control!!

His chaotic energy would be a dead give away that he was here, in the end no other undead weilded that power and nobody was so horrible at keeping it concealed when it came to teleportation. He always used more power than he should or so many said, but it was because that power had a nature of it’s own. It was wild, unpredictable, and at times unwilling to cooperate with Grey unless he twisted it’s will, and usually when he did things just went south for him later on. Take for instance the lack of a proper battle, wich would have made his inner chaos quite happy. Well…that was the reason why instead of appearing on the ground like he should, Him, Sayaka, and the motorcycle all appeard quite high above the ground

What the…oh come on!

Normally the motorcycle would be the first one he would try to save from the fall, but sadly for his favourite vehicle in the last three decades, Sayaka was actually worth more and he couldn’t just let her become crushed flesh into the ground, no matter how much his motorcycle would suffer for it. So he kicked the bike off, painfully because he had a few bottles of tequila hidden within it, as he pulled Sayaka towards him as he held her body in his arms while he fell down towards the ground. At this point despite he knew his body was resistant, he tried to recall the advice he was given last time he fell from this distance…

Ok…bend your knees…relax your body and-

A loud crashing sound came as soon as his legs finally made contact with the ground, as he felt how despite they did not broke or took any severe damage the pain from the fall still made it’s way from his feet to his head. He bit his tongue not to curse with all his might, as he still held Sayaka in his arms for a moment as he heard how a tree and gravity teamed up to basicly make a wreck out of his dear motorcycle. By now his eye twitched, as he really hoped that this girl was worth all the trouble he went through…because if he did not gained enough to get a new motorcycle, heads were going to roll

At least that guy ended up with the most severe case of blue balls in history…heh

He grinned, saying a set of words that the old priest would have never dreamt of saying but that Grey just grinned at, feeling like that was payment enough. In all honestly he did had anything really that big against the Princes, but more like something against their title, against the fact that their position reminded him of someone that long ago became his first victim. No gods, no kings, only man, or woman if you wanted to get technical but the point still stood, anyone who sat on a throne was a possible target for Grey to mess with, and a second option for his jobs unless he needed the money. But for now he did not worried about that, he just stood straight, looking down at Sayaka and considering what he could do…in the end…if nobody saw he could blame any actions he took on her body on Beel but…he rather not tempt his luck, the last thing he needed was a witch or a warlock to caught him with his hands where they did not belonged, it could affect his payment. So he just looked around, wondering where he was supposed to meet his contact

Zetta:

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A loud thud sounded right along with the boy and the princess, the one and only Prince of Gluttony had arrived as well. Ported along with the two individuals, they through chaos energy, the other not so expected. His heftiness had fallen too, creating a small quake in the ground, if the third intruder’s leg had been suffering a sting of a pain from this fall. Then the quake would have put him on his ass. All the while, Beel still held Sayaka’s body in the same manner in which they had all been moved.. His target had yet to notice him too, leaving Beelzebub to grin widely at this new development. The boy sounded confident that he had pulled a number on the prince, but he would find that his hopes were dashed away in just a few seconds. His left-hand was moving to grab the boy’s face whole, with an obviously powerful grip as he was caught up in looking at Sayaka.

“Were you trying to take my food away from me?” Had he not known that this was the princess in his arms? Beelzebub got whatever he wanted, and he would show the boy this now. “Your energy tasted so good.” He had gotten a good taste of it, as he had assimilated just about all of the energy the princess had in her form he was nearly as powerful as two princes combined into one currently.. Though it was only temporary as he did not eat her body completely, he would be like this for quite sometime…

Hino:

The Witches Circle.
What Sayaka had no knowledge of as she came through the teleportation was what was happening to everyone, what was going on in the Witches Circle and the fact that she was even there in the Witches Circle; she had no way of knowing about everything that Beel had done to her, and that was probably a good thing that she didn’t, as she would have killed herself immediately. However, what Beel didn’t know, and COULD NEVER KNOW was that the Chaotic Energy had separated her soul from her body, and so she was now watching the scene without a real way of seeing… more of a sensing… and so she moved straight for the closest vessel near her, and what she next saw was… the fact that her entire being had latched itself to her own savior!

Sayaka immediately took on an astral body that only Grey would see, Beel could have her body… for all she cared he could have that, now that she was attached to Grey though… that meant that she could never again detach unless she had the help of a Necromancer of sorts. Where were they though? Kat would be able to see her… but only because cats had such a keen connection to the spiritual world. How would she react? Sayaka couldn’t tell, but she seemed to be blazing with a blue flame and had a completely different form.. only Kat would be able to tell who she was for sure now. It was sad.. the great Princess of Wrath reduced to being the astral body connected to another.

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Razorbackwriter:

 

The Witches Circle.

The lands of Dyre were greater in size than those of Hell could have possibly imagined. Like a country within it’s own right, it had four points, each represented the seasons. The North being mountainous and much of it was covered in ice and snow, the South was a tropical feast of beauty and nature – abundant in wildlife and fauna. The West were the sand planes and the desert, where scorching wind blew vast dunes across thousands of miles. The East was where few would venture. Known simply as the dark lands, it was where many went to die and where the darkest of magic did rule. But from all over Dyre the witches and warlocks were coming. Lavinia had called a meeting of the Elders for there was a great disturbance in all things magical. Time was being tested, and thus it needed to be discussed amongst the leaders of Witchdom.

Already Lavinia was making her way with Kat along the cobble stoned path accompanied by Katrina, who had ventured to the Witches circle to pass on new information about the latest Princess of Wrath – Sayaka. Linked arm in arm, the two friends were whispering to each other with the Dark one practically skipping along behind them. He was rubbing his hands together as his own terrible schemes and plots were starting to come to fruition. Little did Lavinia nor the other elders know about what had happened at Hell’s Kitchen, nor the deal for the right hand of doom with the Prince of Gluttony. These were things that the Dark one would reveal as it suited his purpose.

Marguerite was still in a lather about Raul and of course, seeing Kat at Lavinia’s made her all the more annoyed. She swept along behind the Dark one, her eyes glowering with contempt, and when her time came to speak, Marguerite was not going to be holding back. Overhead, the steady lines of witches and warlocks continued, as up ahead some were coming in to land just before reaching the clearing, where the circle had stood for as long as anyone could remember. Already the whispers of the ancestors was in the wind, and those voices were not speaking favorably. If one bothered to pay attention to them, they were trying to alert those on their way of impending danger.

Esme was the last to leave the cottage, and was just locking the front door, when the earth tremored as though it had been struck by an earth quake. Everything shook and even some of the roof shingles started to fall off. The walls cracking in amongst the mud bricks. Startled, Esme turned on her heel and looked about to see that she had been left behind by the Elders.

“What’s happening?” She cried aloud, not sensing that this was caused by magic, but by a great force striking the very earth. Leaving Lavinia’s house in a hurry, she raced down to the smaller cottages in search of Oridin. A wanderer that she had found in the weeks before now, she knew that he had not been called upon by Lavinia for the meeting of the Elders, but she liked to help him whenever she could. Now, with the unexpected earth tremor, and everyone having left for the circle, the girl feared something was horribly wrong, and sought to find the young man and warn him.

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Coming up to his small cottage, Esme banged on the door.

“Oridin?…Oridin? Did you feel the earth shake? Oridin? Something’s happening!” Her voice was in a panic, and she quickly looked around if there were others that needed to be brought out of their homes.

Getting closer to the Witches circle, all of those that had either landed, or was now coming out into the clearing felt the massive earth tremor, and with Lavinia and Kat out in front, they were the first to see the ones that had brought themselves to Witches Circle uninvited.

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A massive beast of a man, that was holding onto what looked to be the body of a woman. From the air, witches were landing along with warlocks, and they were as surprised to see the trio as the Elders that came on foot. The Dark One appeared at the side of Lavinia and when his eyes clapped on the sight of Beel, he burst out laughing.

“He had more on his plate….than I had anticipated. Ehehehehe. Brought dinner with him too. Who knew he had time….for a snack.” The Dark one had not encountered Sayaka before, but it was at that moment that Kat let out a shriek of horror. The beast like demonic figure who she hadn’t identified as Beel was holding her Mistress. Sayaka of Wrath.

Lavinia was more than annoyed now. These three had broken the sanctity of the Witches Circle. You could not just enter such a place uninvited. Her head turned to both the Dark one and Kat as the pair spoke of what they saw before them. The Dark one knowing full well who it was. Well, the big one anyways.

“What is the meaning of this….outrage?’ Her voice had a shrill tone, that echoed amongst the trees, the Elders all silencing, except for Marguerite who always spoke out of turn. “What a disgusting blob.” She was speaking of Beel, and this only brought more laughter from Shamus. “Oh you have a way with words, Marguerite. Be careful he doesn’t eat your tongue.” He wiggled his fingers at Marguerite, who turned her nose up at him. “Hmmph!” By now the witches and warlocks were creating a circle of their own around the trio, when Kat stepped forward bravely. From where Kat stood, it looked like Sayaka was dead.

“It’s…the Princess of Wrath. She…she was alive when I left her.”

“THAT’S…SAYAKA?” The Dark one asked, pointing a bony finger at the girl, before slapping his knee. “I said bring the Heart of Pride….not the fiery remains of Wrath.” Even the Dark one didn’t see this coming. Lavinia was still wanting to know who the overgrown beast man was. It was clear that the Dark one knew. She reached for Shamus by the scruff of the neck, and growled. “Who is that?” Giving him a good shake before dropping him in the dust. The Dark one shrugged his shoulders, and then said with a little chuckle. “The…uhm….Prince of Gluttony. Can’t you tell? Look…he’s wearing the right hand of….”

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It was then that the penny dropped for Lavinia. The right hand of doom was linked to the time piece. The hour glass. Now it was all starting to make sense, except for the fact that he was holding onto what appeared to be the body of the Princess of Wrath. None of them knew who Grey was, but it was clear from the look on Beel’s face that the pair were not friends.

“….Doom. Shamus, you son of a bitch. This was all YOUR fault.” The Queen of Witches finished Shamus’s sentence for him. Lavinia seemed to be more worried about the fact that the deal had started the time piece, rather than the fact that one of the royals of Hell could be dead. Shamus’s jaw fell open wide. He started to gesture crazily towards Beel and the woman he was holding.

“My fault?! I didn’t tell him to go kill Sayaka, now did I?’

“YOU ACTIVATED THE HOURGLASS!” She roared back, the look on Lavinia’s face changing as a more menacing one was coming to the fore. “YOU’VE THROWN EVERYTHING OUT OF KILTER…MY GOD!” On the ground, there was a glowing symbol appearing, rising up from between the stones and the grass. It was like the earth was giving up something, but what?

“No such thing as a perfect world, dearie.’ The Dark one was truly enjoying the show, even if it did make Laviina furious with rage. Oh how he had been waiting for a moment like this. It had been a long time since he had seen the Queen of all witches in her true form. He knew it would take something…cataclysmic to bring her back.

Katrina hesitantly started to approach Beel, her eyes tearful till she felt something. Like when someone walks over your grave. Her hair blew about her gently, and there was this scent that she couldn’t get out of her head.

“Sayaka….?”

Was the Princess of Wrath dead?

 

~RB~

The Witches Circle – Part One : PD

The Witches Circle.

 

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A place where witches and warlocks gather to plot, scheme and trade spells along with vital information.

Razorbackwriter:  
The Witches Circle

Esme was keeping herself busy with the upcoming arrival of some of the Witch Elders. There was no mistaking the fact that there was a great disturbance in magic, and it had even been felt by the young witch who served Lavinia – the Elder. Lavinia’s modest cottage that was set on the lands of Dyre in the midst of the Witches Circle was a one stop shop for many passing witches and warlocks. Esme had spent most of the morning gathering herbs and then tidying the cottage from top to bottom. Lavinia had been in a foul mood, and this was attributed to the disturbance. She had called for all of the Elders to appear at the circle to discuss everything that they knew and perhaps through their combined powers work out where the danger was coming from.

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As the sun set, and Esme lit the night lanterns – a black cat appeared at the window before leaping in and walking along the top of Lavinia’s couch. The cat always had a good way of startling the poor girl.

“Kat….I swear…”

The black cat shivered before leaping to the ground and then morphing into the buxom blonde haired witch. She giggled cause she almost caused Esme to drop the night lantern she was holding. Kat seemed eager to find Lavinia who currently was not in the cottage. She crossed the floor and took the night lantern, before tweaking Esme’s cheek.

“Where’s Liv? I have news.”

“She should be back soon. The Elders are gathering tonight.”

At this, Kat’s ears stood up from within her golden locks. The Elders? Oh this had to mean that something big was coming. They didn’t normally call a meeting unless it was something important that affected all creatures that practiced witchcraft. Although Kat had felt a shift in her magic, she didn’t feel like bothering the Elders about it. She figured it had to do with Sayaka’s curse, not something that affected all of Hell.

“Why didn’t I get an invite?” Kat was now a bit miffed at the thought she was left out of the meeting. Esme was busy laying a table cloth on one of Lavinia’s main tables and turned her head back to glance at the miffed cat witch.

“Cause…you’re not an elder.” This was true. Katrina had not earnt the right to become an elder, and it had a lot to do with the Blacks. She had once crossed Marguerite, and it was well known she never forgot or forgave those that did ill by her. Not that it was intentional, she just so happened to have snapped the neck of Marguerite’s pet snake at one of the Black’s gatherings. Slimy bastard had tried to get a little too friendly with the feline…with disastrous results.

“Will the Blacks be coming then?” Half wondering if Marcus and Raul would show up. Both men were drop dead gorgeous, but as different as night and day. Kat had always enjoyed flirting with them, but it never amounted to anything. Besides, Kat was now finding that she was enjoying female laps a lot more.

“I am not sure about the sons, but most probably Marguerite.”

This brought a groan from Kat, who rolled her eyes at the thought. That was all she needed. But if she was able to pick up any new spells, or maybe the hint of gossip then she was willing to put up with the old bitch. Kat picked up a clear crystal orb off one of the dressers and started to play with it, as she was very much into shiny things. Esme was quick to snatch it off the cat witch and set it back gently.

“Can’t you go play somewhere else, Kat. It’s almost time, and none of the elders have patience for you.”

Well that was almost true. All of them despised Kat, save for Lavinia who loved Kat’s spunk and sharp wit. Kat knew she had at least one ally in the Circle. Sighing, Kat decided to go and wait to see the arrivals of all the Elders from each corner of Hell and beyond. Something was telling the cat witch, that she had stumbled into the circle at just the right time.

Exiting Lavinia’s house, Kat strolled along the cobble stoned path to head down into the glen where the Elders meeting was about to take place. Already the sky was alive with the sound of cackling witches and fierce warlocks. Funny how they all liked to travel through the air, as opposed to just teleporting to the place that they desire. Not paying mind to who might be following along behind her, she got a little shiver on the back of her neck, when she heard a very familiar chuckle. A giggle of sorts. One that belonged to a strange little man.

“Ehehehehe. If it isn’t the cheeky black kitty Kat.”

Turning to the sound of the voice, Kat was surprised to see the Dark One walk out of the brush. He had an evil gleam in his eye and he looked the cat witch up and down, before licking his lips. “They never said anything about you coming, dearie.” Was it seriously that bad that the cat witch wanted to be part of the circle, even if she had no idea about this elder meeting.

“That’s cause they don’t know I’m here….yet.”

“Well, if I were you….I’d keep well back. We all remember the last time Marguerite crossed your path.”

The Dark One knew all about Marguerite Black’s hatred of Katrina, even if it was over a trivial matter. “She was very fond of that snake.” He added, and this had Kat groan louder. “He was nothing more than an over sized trouser snake and one that she used to get off on.” You could see Kat was getting horribly annoyed to be talking again about Marguerite. Oh that woman.

“Ehehehe…yes well, I have bigger things to report as I have just come from Hell’s Kitchen.” The fact that the Dark one would be so bold to tell the sneaky feline about his travels was totally out of the ordinary. Kat was familiar with the Doctor and his work. Who wasn’t? The man was a genius, if save for the fact that he wasn’t a complete whacko.

“You’ve been ill?” Kat questioned, not knowing of the relationship between the Doctor and the Dark one. Few knew of the deal between them, and the Dark one wished to keep that to himself.

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“No….but a Prince of Hell is going to be feeling a loss of heart. A real…heart ache.”

Now the Dark one was speaking cryptically, and Kat was already suspicious. She had just come from the fight club and had left the Prince of Envy with the Princess of Wrath. She knew that the pair could take care of themselves, but still she was loyal to Sayaka. Was the Dark One plotting against the Princes of Hell…..all of them?

“Oh?” Kat didn’t want to give away that she worked currently for the house of Wrath and kept quiet. Thankfully, the Dark One was too wrapped up in his wicked schemes.

“Yes! One that hungers took the deal that would see the balance of Hell come crashing down!” The Dark One started laughing loudly until a shrill voice was heard coming in from behind them.

“KATRINA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” It was Marguerite, and boy did she look angry. The cat witch jumped in behind the Dark one and peered out from the side. “Passing through…” She was not about to get into a cat fight with Marguerite, not with the Dark One in tow. She knew her magic was strong, but everyone had their limits. Thankfully, the Dark One was privy to some knowledge that was about to change Marguerite’s tone.

“Marguerite….congrats about your boy getting the girly thief pregnant. Shall we all call you “Grandmama?”

In behind the Dark one, Katrina could not stop giggling at the question being asked. The one thing that Marguerite hated more than anything was being regarded as old. The cat witch had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles, as Marguerite looked like she was about to go nuclear.

“Couldn’t keep it in his pants, eh Dearie?” Now the Dark one was being really malicious, taunting her further and Marguerite would have gone in for the attack, had it not been for Lavinia arriving on the scene. She got in between the Dark one and the matriarch of Black, holding up her hands which both glowed fiercely with power.

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“ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU! TO THE CIRCLE….NOW!” Lavinia had saved the day, and Kat couldn’t have been happier about her timing. She was quick to dart out from behind Shamus and move to give her good friend a cuddle.

“Liv!”

“Katrina…what are you doing here?” She was a bit shocked, since she had not summoned her to the circle. Lavinia knew that there were those amongst the elders that wanted the cat spade. Lavinina accepted the hug and then threaded her arm with the young cat witch, who poked her tongue out at Marguerite as she went to walk with the elder. The pair having been friends for centuries. When they were far enough away from the Dark one and the Lady Black, Kat whispered.

“Why did you call the Elders, Liv?”

“Someone started the time piece. Everything we hold sacred could be in danger.”

Little did Kat know about what really happened at Hell’s kitchen….and what it meant for all creatures, not just the Princes of Hell.

~RB~

The Maze of Greed – Part Seventeen : SS.

Bandit’s life flashes in front of her eyes as she is about to find peace within the arms of a fallen.  Was she accepting her death, or was this last explosion of memories to make her realize the little girl she had forgotten?

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Dessy, Artie and Phyln.

 

Dessy:  Mariela shot a look towards Raul, but said nothing else on the matter. “Scar…” she said when he snarled, but said nothing more. She looked up at Habib, giving a nod before being handed Bandit. She actually struggled a little bit to hold her up this time, walking over to a nearby fountain and kneeling down, layign Bandit down in front of it… but it wasn’t as easy as it was before.

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She turned around hearing Raul’s begging voice, and cocked her head at the tears in his eyes. “You actually care for her.” she spoke out loud. “You have a funny way of showing it.” she then spoke. “Hurting her to where she’s an inch away from death and placing a collar on her like a dog isn’t a very good way to show you “love her”.” she then snapped, before looking at Bandit.

She moved her hand around, sprouting a few vines to wrap around Bandit’s injured leg. They glowed slightly, healing the leg. “You don’t have to give your life. As much as I’d love to kill you for everything you’ve done, there’s no need.” she spoke. She could hear the gasps come from Tessa and her brothers, but the witch just rolled her eyes. “Come on, Bandit.” she then said, leaving her hand over the vine wrapped around the leg, greatening the healing magic occasionally.

Mariela whipped her head around when Scar snarled again. “Scar! Let him go.” she spoke. “He’s not going to do anything.” she spoke, before turning her gaze towards Raul. “If he does, I’ll be more than happy to take care of him myself.”

 

Artie:  

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Whispers of many, voices garbled together in a chorus of words that Bandit could not understand. Flashing lights consumed her eyes, scenes that she could not focus on from her memory encasing her, consumed with the unconsciousness of her physicality as her life flashed before her eyes. Bandit’s mind was a chorus of crescendos, an orchestrated chaos. While she would remain limp physically and paled, on the brink of death, life surged within her in a rush of force greater than it ever had before. The lights grew faster in speed, the whispers had begun a hissing and definite roar – so much so that she wished to cover her ears and scream to make it stop, to halt the yells. Pieces of her past conversations of all sorts mentally assaulted her, loud over the whispers.

“Mommy, I’m scared.” A small girl’s voice.
“I know baby.. Be strong, Beatrix. Be strong.” An older and mature woman voice.
“Mama!” The girl was crying now, a shuffle as a chorus of yelling began, men, a gunshot..

Whispers.

SLAP.
“I hate you!” Teenage girl, screaming through tears.
“You should never have been born!” A man, older. Slurred words. Drunk.

Louder, more voices of whispering.

“Don’t touch me, don’t touch- Don’t touch me!

The whispers began to be overpowering.

Sobbing, soft and muffled, as though a young woman was crying herself to sleep..

Silence.

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A single memory found itself to her subconscious. A better time, before she had earned her nickname. Back when her name was not Bandit.. but Beatrix. When she sustained enough innocence to be nothing more than a human, with issues but otherwise unscathed by the future hardships of the world in front of her.. The world that she would know to be cruel and unforgiving, willing to allow a woman to die for its own entertainment. To sit back and watch as a girl who had only tried to live became nothing more than a chew toy for others to tug-o-war with..

“Mama?” Beatrix asked, held in her mother’s loving arms. “Yes, my dear?” The woman had kind eyes and dark hair, but her eyes were a striking blue – cold, if not for the warm smile always planted on her face. Cold, if not for the lovingness that always came from her, the willingness to be there for what was her pride and joy.. The small girl held in her arms. Blue eyes gazed back into the woman’s, but these were duller. They were not striking, but simply calming, as if gazing into an ocean. Her blonde hair was pure and untainted, much like the soul within her. Beatrix could not have been older than six, perhaps maybe four or five..

“Why isn’t Daddy home?” Beatrix’s eyes were merely curious, lacking sadness and not yet understanding the concept…
“Daddy had to go out and see his friends. He’s drinking his medicine, sweetie.” The woman’s face faltered for a split second – one that Beatrix would not note, gazing down at her mother’s beautiful curls and looking back up to the smile that made the young girl smile in return. Oblivious. Ignorance was bliss..

A sudden and loud thud would then make the woman look up, from down the hall.. Something was different. It was not the knocking over of objects.. It was a gunshot. “Honey. Beatrix, baby.” Amoria crouched down to gaze at her daughter. “You need to go to the closet, and I need you to hide. Daddy’s medicine didn’t work today, he’s feeling sick. Okay?”

“Mommy,” Beatrix’s face had fallen. “I’m scared..” She sudden began to gaze around. Another crash further down the hall. Loud footsteps.. Her father’s friends had come along?

“I know, baby. Be strong, Beatrix. Be strong.” With a waving motion, Amoria would then turn to have her back towards Beatrix, standing at full height as though ready to protect her child. Beatrix did not recognize the bruises on her mother’s wrists back then.

Beatrix’s eyes widened as she suddenly was overcome with fear, waddling with her small and inexperienced feet towards her mother, seeking warmth and comfort that she would never again feel – “Mama!”

The door burst open.

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Bandit burst awake, tears in her eyes as she gasped, sitting up. A hand flinged itself over her chest, oxygen coming slowly to her as it was painful to breathe. The flood of emotions drowned her, the waves overtook her body as she was suddenly consumed in painful sobs. It hurt to cry, her chest burned with each breath. Movements sent flames throughout her body.. She was consumed with pain, the intense healing on her already weak human body nearly shattering it. Her blue eyes held even more emotional pain that physical, the emotions perhaps restricting her breaths more than her actual injuries. “Fuck! Fuck!” Each word was breathless, mixed with a choking cough.

“I can’t.. breathe!” She was breathing, but it didn’t feel like air was going through to her. For the first time in her short life, Bandit had broken down. Even Raul’s mind games had not broken her. Her first love leaving had not broken her. The death of her mother had not broken her. The abandonment of her father had not broken her. But now, with all of it coming back at once, she broke into a million pieces. A million small fragments of the girl she had been. Tender, stripped of emotions and guards that years had prepared her for putting up.. And now they had been stripped down, leaving her defenseless in front of so many people.

Her legs had ceased to bleed and now she could feel them, the dull and numb feeling that coursed from him into her core. She was a mess of tears and blood, her hair dirty in contrast to the innocent blonde it had once been in her memory. The dull blue and clueless eyes in her past were now bright and shining from the tears once within them. They had become striking, they were striking. She did not have the same warmth as her mother. The cold had consumed her – she had not consumed it…

For once, in her life, Bandit felt a need for warmth. A need..
“Someone hold me!” The words were gasped, her body shaking as she was continuously healed – it was a necessary evil for her to live, but in her conscious state it only brought her pain..
 

Phyln: His grasp was final he was not the reaper but he entertained the idea that he was the janitor of the dead, he did not farry souls over the river or collect them from the world of the living. No his was a much simpler task more often than not when the ever flowing tides of chaos removed another damned being from its eternal or rather not so eternal existence in hell he would sweep away the remnants of the power it had once possessed. grabbing a hold of the soul he began the process of adding it to his collection, dragging the spirit towards him it struggled clearly still clinging to the life it once had. However it was too late it had no where to go, even if he released it where would it run to. it was not hard to hold onto a soul when it has no where to go slowly he dragged it across the ethereal plain into the bag. as it entered the strings on the bag drew them selves closed over what to the mortal eye would appear to be nothing. opening his eyes with his task finished he fastened the bag to his belt and raised one hand in prayer. “May your eternal rest be peaceful for you have served your damnation”. his prayers were little more than ceremony at this point offering nothing than words to the dead. He turned and began his treck out of the maze at his usual brisk pace.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Greed: The Masquerade Ball : Maze

The passing of Lydia’s soul over into the bag after putting up such a struggle meant the end of the reign of the Princess of Greed. All her magical power was now within the young witch, whether she realized this or not. Would the witch end up being cursed just as the other heads of Greed had been, or will this be the dawning of a new era? Anything was possible, least that is how things were happening up further in the now beautiful maze.

A woman who had been beaten within an inch of her life, and forced to wear a collar that’s magic drained the wearer was so close to death that nothing that the Warlock or even the fallen could do to stop the inevitable. However, it was within this moment, when life is slipping away that we look back one last time at all that has happened to us over the course of our lives. With the group watching on – fearful that Bandit would die, they were unaware that she was experiencing this near death slide show of her life, from child hood till the bitter end. It is interesting that it is not one single event in our lives that makes us who we are, but rather it is like an enormous patch work quilt. Each piece sewn together with an array of emotions and feelings that either create something beautiful and a treasure or something akin to a nightmare visage.

Stripped away of everything and all the fail safes that had been set into place to create a fierce wall in which to protect her from further harm had now crashed down into a pile of rubble, leaving Bandit exposed to everything….and all at once.

Yes, the witch was able to somehow stop the bleeding and heal the physical, but what she couldn’t do was heal the heart….the mind. Behind those terrified eyes lay a broken soul. A timid child. Cold…and frightened. Her heart eclipsed for so so long.

Scar growled as he slowly released his grip on Raul’s throat and fell back, only to watch on as Mariela did her best to heal the young girl. He crouched down beside Mariela, his eyes riddled with concern. The alp was the demon of nightmares who had been called on especially by Lydia for his talents, and he whispered to Mariela.

“I can see….what she is seeing.” The more the alp witnessed the more shocked he was. The poor girl had been through so much, and it only made him hate the Warlock with a renewed passion. Scar grit his teeth and snorted through his nostril as he waited to see if the girl would make it through.

Thankfully, Bandit’s spirit was a strong one. A fighter to the very core. Her first words as she started to come around showed that same spunk. “Fuck! Fuck!” This brought something of a relieved collective sigh, but it was what she said following, that made all realize she was not out of the woods.

“I can’t.. breathe!”

Scar threw up his hands and sat back. “I’m not doing it.” One of the things that an alp does to a victim is sit upon their chest so they feel that they can’t breathe. It had to be something else causing it. With dark marks upon his throat, Raul again stepped forward, wanting so much now to help Bandit. The only problem was, someone stood in his way.

“Turn around…and walk away.” The fallen’s wings opened out in the full to protect Bandit who was still on the ground, now shivering. Habib would simply not have Raul hurt her again. “It’s over. Return to Lust where you belong.” The two men faced off, Habib’s face was like stone as he refused to give quarter. He had seen Raul hurt Bandit over and over again. For the first time in centuries, the Warlock lowered his head. He had lost. The worst part was that it was in losing her that he truly realized what his real feelings were. This was the price he would pay for the rest of his days in Hell.

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The sounds of Bandit crying out for someone to hold her brought out a pained look from Raul. Oh how much he wanted to hold her, to cherish her now and tell her that he loved her. Sadly, it would not be him. Sighing, he turned away from the scene, his hands clenched into fists and he strode away – vanishing from the Maze of Greed.

With the Warlock gone, Habib returned to Bandit’s side and attempted to lift her up into his powerful arms. He hoped to give her the warmth and comfort she needed. Especially now.

“I’m here for you, Bandit.”

Scar rose to his feet, and gestured with his hand for Mariela’s. It was now a time to breathe, and let Mariela have a chance to speak with her family – her brothers and her friend Tessa. The Alp knew that they had a lot to catch up on.

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“Why don’t we get out of this maze and head up to your castle, my Lady?” He smiled brightly at the new Princess of Greed, and waited to see her reaction. After all, he said ‘my’ again.

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela watched Bandit, occasionally her eyes moving to the leg that she was trying to heal. Scar came beside her, and when he whispered about being able to see everything, she turned her head to him. “What do you see?” she then whispered back, but Bandit popped up a few minutes later. With a wave of her hand, the vines disappeared and Mariela stayed on her knees, her hands holding onto Bandit’s shoulders. “Bandit, it’s okay.” she said, her face growing to concern when she said she couldn’t breathe.

Mariela grabbed and pulled Bandit into a hug, holding her as her eyes stared at Habib and Raul, her eyes shooting daggers into Raul. “Bandit, it’s okay. You’re safe.” she spoke, her voice calm and soothing as she held Bandit in a hug. When Raul turned around and walked away, Mariela’s eyes followed him until he had disappeared. She then pulled away from Bandit so Habid could pick her up. “Take care of her, and whatever you do, don’t let Raul touch her again.” she spoke.

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She looked up when Scar held his hand, giving him a smile before she put her hand in his and stood up. When Scar spoke, she gave another smile and nodded her head, before turning to look at Habib. “If you need anything, or she needs help or anything, you can come see me anytime you want. But, please, keep her away from Raul.” she spoke, before turning back to Scar.

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She gave him a smile, nodding her head. “Let’s go… my Scar.” she said, fully aware she used the word “my” to describe him, and she just ended up grinning. She turned to motion to Tessa and her brothers, telling them to follow, and after the trio all looked at each other with raised eyebrows at the way they called each other “my”, they shrugged before following behind the two.

 

 

The World inside Scar’s Hat – Part Six : SS.

 

Scar has done all he can to help the boys in finding their way to the doorway of Hell.  Now, it was up to them to save their sister…..

Scene setting – The World in Scar’s hat. : Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Dessy.

 

Dessy:  This was going to be a tough job for the boys – but it needed to be done. They had to be strong and brave. They had to do this. They didn’t want their sister to die again – they wanted far from it. Sean thought over what Scar had said; the power of three. Then it hit him. The three closest people to Mariela needed to unite to open the door to Hell. Those three people being Mariela’s dear brothers, and Mariela’s best friend. It was clear now – even if it meant having to go through the painful memories again, they had to do it.

Scar jolted up, and Sean looked at him as he did so. He was a bit dazed, and his hair smoked – but he was awake. That’s all that mattered. And, that creepy eye thing was gone. “Do you believe now that magic does indeed exist in this world? Mariela was proof of that.” he said, watching Scar. “Sam is outside, on the phone with Tes-” Sean started, only to have Sam run back in. “I’m heading over to Tessa’s to pick her up. She said grab everything you need, as well as the book and Mariela’s amulet. She said if Marie really is in deep danger, then she’ll need her amulet. It holds all of her power.” Sam said, receiving a nod from his brother.

“Teleport yourself and Scar to the place. I’ll teleport me and Tessa there after I get her.” Sam then said, nodding and then leaving the room. He wrote a note for their parents and pinned it on the fridge, saying they were out late with some friends and would be back later. Who knew how long this would take them? No need to worry their parents – and they couldn’t tell their mother what was going on. He then left and went – quickly – to grab Tessa. Sean turned around and picked the amulet off of the floor, before turning to Scar. “Sorry about that. It was the quickest way to wake you up.” he apologized.

Sean took a deep breathe, seeming to prepare himself for going back to that dreaded place. “Alright… Let’s go.” he said, and with a quick flick of his free hand, they disappeared from the house, and then reappeared a few feet in front of their old house – where Mariela was killed.

Razorbackwriter:  The basement room swirled into nothingness, only to next have Sean and Scar arrive on the footpath just outside what remained of the house that Mariela died in. The picket fence was still there, but you could see where the palings had been damaged by fire crews. The hinged gate was hanging by just one bracket and swung back and forth as though almost restless. The trees that were once full of flowers and brightly coloured leaves were still charred black. In the center of the yard was the burnt out remains of what was once a family dream home. It was like a skeleton, a hollowed out shell that still carried the air of death about it. Yellow police tape fluttered from tree to tree where investigations had taken place. It was both forlorn and in some ways very sad. This was not the place the boys would ever dream of having to return too. It was here that Mariela left this earth to never again feel the love in the families embrace, or the joy of being one with her family that she loved so much.

Scar’s face fell at the sight. He had seen many horrid things in his centuries of life, but this….this was made all the worse to know that Mariela suffered here. She gave her life so that her brothers may live theirs. Scar walked up to the broken gate, and at the touch of his hand it simply fell off the last hinge and collapsed to the ground with a clatter. The Alp winced and glanced back over his shoulder at Sean.

“Sorry about that.”

Letting out a sigh, the Alp ventured further up the path, as the breeze ruffled his hair. It was almost like Mariela’s fingers were teasing him. Was she with him in spirit? The Alp closed his eyes as though he wanted to feel her. Feel her so deeply to his core. Opening them again, he let out yet another sigh. Soon Sam and Tessa would join them, and then the spell could be cast to send the trio to her.

~RB~

 

Dessy:  They arrived at the footpath of the house, and immediately Sean flinched. He was already having flashbacks of that terrible day, as was obvious from the horrified expression on his face. His eyes looked around; the charred trees, the picket fence, the broken gate. This all brought back painful memories. But Sean took a deep breath, and began walking towards the house anyways.

Sean frowned as Scar touched the gate and it fell to the ground. When he apoligized, Sean just shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” he said as they kept on walking. Mariela’s magic could be felt in the air – it was still here even after her death. Either that, or Mariela was somehow with them right now – to help them. Sean honestly didn’t know.

Once they reached the burnt up house, Sean froze. Visions of the fire reappeared again, and it took everything for him to not fall on his knees and cry. The plsce looked just like they left it – only difference being that there was police tap around it. Police tried investigating, trying to find out information – but they foung nothing. It was useless. Sean closed his eyes and held his breath for a few seconds, walking forward again as he opened them.

Meanwhile, Sam appeared with Tessa – who was a slim, tall, pretty brown eyed brunette who had short, shoulder length wavy hair. At the moment, it was in a ponytail. Sam and Tessa ran up the path, also getting flashbacks from the incdient… and they too, were having a hard time making it to the house. “We’re here!” Sam called, gesturing over to Tessa. “This is Tessa… Marie’s best friend. This guy is Scar, the one who I told you about.” he gestured to Scar next.

“So, you’re the one in love with Marie?” Tessa gave a laugh. “I always told her that people crushed and fell in love with her all the time, but she never noticed. For her to notice you… that means you must be pretty special.” she said with a smile.”And if she cares for you as must as it seems, judging by what Sam told me, and from the way her magic is felt in the air… especially aroudn you… she must love you, too.” she spoke. Tessa knew Mariela well – that much was obvious. She walked up to Sean, taking the amulet and the book, and then turning to face Scar. She looked at Scar, then the boys, and nodded. “Let’s get to work, then, shall we? Marie needs our help.”

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Scar didn’t need to be a clairvoyant to feel the sadness that had now gripped Sean. When the young man came up alongside Scar and froze in his place, the Alp chewed on his bottom lip in an awkward fashion. He knew that this was not at all an easy thing to do. To face your fears. The greatest one, was the place that his sister gave up her life for him. For Sean, he could see not just the burnt out remains, but also the house in a different time…a time long before the hatred of the non believers would break their family apart.

The Alp was almost about to pat Sean’s back, when Sam called out from behind them.

“We’re here!”

It was Sam, with the girl that Scar had seen in the picture. So this was Tessa. The human friend of Mariela. Her best friend, and the keeper of her memories. Whether the twins believed it or not, it was Tessa who held the key to get to their lost Mariela.

“This is Tessa… Marie’s best friend. This guy is Scar, the one who I told you about.”

Scar bowed politely, though it was a bit showy by ordinary standards. Everything was over done…but that was the Alp’s nature. On rising, he examined her with a critical eye, before hearing her laugh and comment about how he was the one that was in love with Marie.

“The Duchess…yes. And I prefer to call her, Mariela.” Scar’s cheeks flamed a bit, as the girl appeared to be making light of Scar’s crush for the young witch. When it came to Mariela, and her well being he was serious. At all other times, he was a wicked scamp of a creature.

“I always told her that people crushed and fell in love with her all the time, but she never noticed. For her to notice you… that means you must be pretty special.”

Scar made a hmmph sound. He knew that Mariela didn’t feel the same way or as strongly as he did. He gave a false laugh, like a titter with a slight head wobble. “Oh, she can’t help but notice me. Mariela found me….hard to ignore.” It was then he beamed a large cheeky smile, before rolling his eyes and looking back at the twin boys. Tessa saying that Mariela must have loved him if her magic surrounded him. There was a connection….a very real one, but Scar had so much to worry about, and this would not concern him for the moment.

The girl was eager to get started, and Scar clapped his hands together.

“And…about time too.” This was the beginning of what would be Mariela’s rescue.

Walking up into the charred remains of the house, Scar scanned for the spot where she died. It wasn’t hard to find. The police had managed to do a good job of that, and this meant that it was easier for Scar to prepare for the ritual.

Seeing Tessa had the amulet and the book, Scar made a loud whistle for the boys to follow.

“Sean, you are to tie the handkerchief to the collar.” He then looked at Tessa. “You…dear, are to wear the amulet.”This may not have been what Tessa was expecting, but the alp had his reason for this. “Give me the book….and then I want all three of you to form a circle. You are all to place a hand on the collar in the middle, so that each of you are one with it.”

If Tessa gave him the book he would hold it out a few feet away from where the trio were standing, and let the pages fly open to the right spell.

“Oh….just one thing. I’m not coming with you.” Scar’s face grew dark as his eyes changed colour. The book had indeed a very strong power. “Only Mariela can summon me back. If she has the hat…..tell her to call for me. If not…..tell her I love her….and always will.”

Scar began to say the incantation, the words illuminating off the page in bright gold symbols as the wind picked up and howled around the trio. The jewels on the collar all started to illuminate one by one and their hands would start to tingle as the magic and power of their beloved Mariela was to take them on a one way trip……to hell.

The sky erupted over the house and a massive bolt of energy fired down, opening the ground beneath where the trio stood. Scar screamed the final words that was to send them on their way.

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“DESTROY THE MIRROR!”

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Scar bowed to Tessa – and maybe over-did it a bit. Tessa just smiled and nodded her head, looking to the brothers before Scar began talking. He called her a… dutchess? Mariela was a dutchess? That was a bit shocking to the trio, to be honest. “Dutchess, huh? Never imagined Marie would ever be a dutchess. But, that’s not the concern at the moment.” Tessa spoke, shaking her head, but laughed when Scar said Mariela found him “hard to ignore”. “Hm… I bet.” she said. Tessa followed Scar up to the charred remains of the house, finding the exact spot where Mariela had died. Well… the police did one thing right…

Sam and Sean had waited, and once Scar whistled for them to go over there, the boys followed. Scar then began shouting out instructions… and they were eager to do as they were told. Sam held the collar, while Sean took the handkerchief and tied it around the collar like Scar instructed. Tessa gave a confused look when Scar told her to put on the amulet, but she handed him the book, before slipping the amulet around her neck, pulling her ponytail through it.

Tessa pointed to the spot where they were supposed to stand, before instructing the boys to stand in a certain spot. Tessa looked at them both, giving a nod of her head. The brothers looked at each other, before nodding at Tessa and then taking a deep breathe. Sean had his hand on the collar first, then Sam followed, and last Tessa.

“Oh….just one thing. I’m not coming with you.”

This caused all three of them to look at Scar… but Tessa just nodded. “I’ll make sure to let her know. See you soon, Scar.”Tessa said, before her and the boys shut their eyes. They felt the wind pick up, and their fingers started tingling. But neither of them let go. The sky erupted, and soon they felt a bolt of energy hit the ground… before it opened a hole and all three fell into it. They heard Scar’s final words right before they fell, and they all just nodded in agreement.

Then… they were gone.

 

Razorbackwriter:  And so they were gone.

Scar stood motionless as the great beam of light opened the hole beneath the trio that held onto the collar of Raul. As they all fell into it, there was an enormous crack as the earth groaned and protested for being violated so. Within a trice the hole closed once more, leaving Scar to be there alone in the charred remains of Mariela’s families house. The Alp bowed his head, closing his eyes as he felt Mariela’s magic slip away with them. The book that he had read from fell from his hands, with the pages falling open and turning, faster and faster till arriving at a blank page. Slowly Scar stared down at the empty page. Like the ending of a journal, or an unfinished diary. Was this significant? Crouching down, the Alp picked up the book and closed it slowly – bringing it to his chest. He didn’t know what Mariela was going through in the maze, or…if Raul and that bitch Lydia had her captured….or worse Would the twins and her best friend find her in time? Can their combined efforts save the witch….or will she be led to greatness?

Standing in the middle of the ruined house, Scar knew that it was futile to remain. The only way out was via the hat. It was how he was sent there, and again another rule he forgot to mention.

The only solace Scar had was that if and when the boys found their sister, she would have the family reunion to remember. Scar hoped that his sacrifice….was worth it.

~RB~