The General and Bawma stood back to back on top of the grave site to protect it from any potential disturbance. Wrath's eyes turned red whenever she was on full defense mode. It heightened her senses and reflexes. In other word, shit was about to get real. Her spirit companions were aware of the severity of the situation that they were about to face.
The wind swirled around them; picking up leaves and tiny twigs along. It got stronger with time that the canopy of leaves and branches atop their heads started to weather away to form a sigil. Wrath's eye widened for a split second before she regained composure and walked around to see the effect of the seal.
Nothing distinctive seemed to change to the energy and appearance of her surroundings. The spiral of wind broke as 29 other spirits appeared circling her and the grave.
A little girl with a shadowy aura slowly hovered a few feet away from the group, "At last, we meet."
Wrath was taken aback by the familiar presence of the tiny figure. Her small stature suggested that she was no older than seven years old, but her sweet and high-pitched voice carried an undeniable mature charisma. She tried to make out where or how she would have seen her before.
The girl wore a knee-length white sundress with her dark onyx locks hanging just above her shoulders. Her smile was sinister in an indescribable way. And the way she greeted Wrath suggested that she knew her, or at least expected her visitation.
"You creepy b*tch! What do you want?" Wrath demanded.
"Is that any way to greet your welcoming host? I was expecting a calmer encounter, but if you're going to be difficult then I urge you to behave before I do something you'll regret,' she threatened.
"Who are you? How did you conceal yourself from their detection?"
"Woah, slow down. Why don't you take a seat?" she conjured a shadow chair next to Wrath, "It's my pleasure to share with you; since it's going to be your last day as a living being anyway."
"Why don't you shut up and just kill me then?" Wrath raised an eyebrow before casting the shadow away.
"You're a tough one. Today you will learn respect. Sedeo~" she casted a spell on Wrath.
The General rushed to Wrath's side as she dropped to her knees. Her own shadow slithered up her legs, chest, arms, and throat. Though the event took her by surprise, she remained calm and composed. She looked up to Eros as if to ask for help, but he stood still just beyond her reach. He nodded and sighed before disappearing.
"Talk then," Wrath gave in.
"Occultum Revelare~" the sigil on the canopy of trees illuminated with the command of the petite witch.
The sky dimmed as the shadows of the trees above began to merge and intertwined with each other, forming a cage of gloom. 30 of the spirits formed a tight circle surrounding their master as the outsider lurked beyond the foliage. The gust of wind rattled the branches around, making an eerie hollow whistle following the movement.
"Now let's begin," the witch appeared an arm-length away from the cage, "you can call me Racemosa. This site used to be my sanctuary before you brought in that abomination with you. I shouldn't be that mad about your action though. In a way, you freed my soul from 200 years of slumber. But my body was long gone. I spent years to find a suitable vessel to carry on my legacy, but my powers had faded as time goes by. This vessel is too weak for my full potential."
"Well sh*t, wanna tell me how to lock you in again or was that my job?" Wrath huffed.
"I thought you would've understood. You can be so much more, me and you. You'll be my new vessel and together we can rule the world. I need a vessel and you want power."
"Wrong, I wanted my freedom. Turns out I needed to act on it myself to earn it from them. Now they're exactly where they belong."
"Now, now. You're getting ahead of yourself. You're still unstable, but you have so much potential. I can help you with that," she stepped closer.
"Nice try, but I wouldn't mind taking your power after I kill you," the purple haired teen smugly grinned.
"Suit yourself. I gave you a generous offer. Now feel my wrath."
"Boo hoo, baby wants her momma?" Wrath made a puppy eye face.
Racemosa clenched Wrath's cheeks with her thumb and index finger, "Listen here you puny human. I will seal your soul in that pathetic grave along with your kin after I'm done fusing with your vessel."
Wrath bit the witch's thumb before her manipulated shadow choked her and succumbed her to the ground. Her shadow formed a crown and it pulled her head up to face Racemosa's levitating foot. She licked her bloody lips from the bite and laughed maniacally.
Her hair started to show its purple hues and a draft turn into a tempest. The wind howled wildly around her body, reeling her shadow back to their initial position. It was as if she gained control of herself and some foreign newfound strength.
"Now that's more like it!" Wrath exclaimed with excitement in her voice.
"Impossible," gasped Racemosa as her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Guys, leave me to it. You know what to do," she slowly stood up as her shadow retreated.
"Yes, master," their unison response echoed as they left one by one.
Bawma and the General were the last ones standing in the arena. They both flew to their stations on either side of the grave site, protecting it with a temporary protective spell. The atmosphere tensed up as the two witches glared at each other from opposite ends of the cage. Wrath lit herself a cigarette before exposing her elongating fangs.
"May God have mercy on your poor f*cking soul."