Eva POV
It was kind of weird sitting here leading people with magic in their palms. I felt so useless and when I myself have no purpose how can I even lead them. Something in me felt hollow and I wanted to consume that is bringing me such emptiness. I feel abandoned and shallow, I feel that empathy, my compassion is just being faded away. I get angry easily and nothing really makes me happy. I am being measured by infinite grief and sadness and I could seek only bleakness through it.
Here I am sitting under a tree alone again with snow clod hovering over ,my head making it snow on me. I was shivering under my own weather condition caused by my feelings. For the first time in my life I feel that I am unable to shove away these dark scary stormy clouds and bring sunshine with warmness to embrace me in. I was scribbling on the snow covered gown when a horrified man came running towards the coven,
"your grace... your grace.... please show mercy...."He was screaming as he was running.
I stood up hurriedly and asked him to stop. He looked at me and bowed. Everyone in the coven had already heard him and slowly the crowd gathered to witness what this witch has to say. He was wearing a white coloured shirt and grey shorts but the terrifying thing here was that his shirt was stained with blood. His eyes were wide open and there was pain in his cracking voice. He bent on his knees as he burst into tears. He kept his hand over his face and started crying loudly. I was confused but was unable to feel the pain he is suffering from,
"what happened?", I asked him.
"my girlfriend, she is dead in cold blood, head beheaded....outside the coven", he said.
Of course he was terrified and many kept their hand over there mouth to join him in the melancholy. Many shed tears and an old woman walked to him rubbing her palm over his back when a man suddenly popped out of the crowd and screamed horrified,
"NO.... MY DAUGHTER?? How …. she went to just collect the grapes", he said and ran in the direction from where his daughters boyfriend just arrived.
The guy on his knees got up too as he started running behind him and slowly the crowd disappeared to witness the brave soul which rests in peace. However I was still standing in my place, of course my mind has just changed its direction of thinking so the cloud hovering me has vanished but I am still an expressionless queen standing like a statue after witnessing a really sad news. I started walking slowly towards the crime scene and when I reached there the crowd paved me way to witness the blood stains. It was indeed a horrific sign. Blood pulled over everywhere, head beheaded and no sign of the body. There were marks on mud to trace the body which was dragged. I followed and found the body with a terrible message, an open challenge to the entire coven as the murderer wants this property.
Josie, one of the coven's doctor went near the girls body and checked for things when she noticed the fang marks on her shoulder. She immediately raised her palm and sucked the venom. In drops, the venom inside the teenage girls body was collected in her palm. When Josie felt that it was enough, she smelled the venom and said,
"werewolf venom and blood sucked..... its a hybrid bite"
Josie sounded serious and was very much tensed. She was directly laying her finger on the last living hybrid on this globe, the DEVIL. As far as I knew the devil was a changed man lost in my love and the last time I met him, he sounded so innocent. That poor creature was actually begging me for his love while I burnt him in his room. He suffered shame and now he of course not just wants this property and his fear to be inculcated back but he craves for my attention. He is such a jerk. I sighed frustrated as the coven members picked up the body, spun her neck to her body and laid her with respect in a coffin.
We, the witches believe that a dead soul gains peace only when it is segregated with a complete body and respect. Garlands were showered on her and the holy water was poured. The witches danced around her and I finally spelled the segregation spell for her peace. After the ceremony, I was left with crying people trying to gain their conscience, and trying to show their love to the girls loved ones. The old man was so broken that he was sitting beside his daughters coffin with red eyes and never ending tears.
He was not ready to give up no matter how people tried making him understand about the peace after life. However, I have seen none, when I was dead I saw this dark place with dead souls laughing at their own death. This was the irony of death, there is no peace until you are reborn. However as the time passed and grief slowed down the eyes were turning towards. They were all optimistic expecting me to fight. Well I was already ready to fight but just because of this necessary funeral in which I didn't shed a single tear, I reiterated my fighting spirit. I finally had a paper with a magic sentence written. I burnt it saying Damon's name and now all I have to do is wait.