Blood ran across her collarbone, falling like a waterfall from her shoulders onto the altar. Her breathing stopped, eyes empty like the endless expanse of the night sky, little spasms shaking her dying body.
Lucia wasted no second, pouring the pig's blood down her throat and forcing her to swallow it. Silence fell onto the chamber, idle chatter forming between the onlookers from the sidelines fearing that Priscilla might have just perished.
The room was bathed in light, fire raining from the sky above like heaven's punishment for the unholy ritual. Witches ran and dodged, fearing for their lives. But not Lucia. She stood in the centre of it all, waving away each ball of fire hurdling toward her. Among all the witches in the room, only she knew of the dangers that lay ahead beyond the meteor shower.
Amongst the falling fire, Noir descended with the brown kitten, taking his chance to nab Priscilla and leave the dome while the barrier was down. 'Where do you think you are going~' Lucia punched through Noir, cracking several ribs and sending him hurdling backwards against a faraway pillar.
Her body rose from the ground, a silhouette of destruction emerging from the body of Priscilla. 'Snip Snip' Her figure disappeared before plunging straight into Lucia, the blade cutting into her pale skin, this time not even Lucia could have anticipated the blinding speed. Her figure vanished, not even leaving a scent behind. It was not Lucia's time to die, there was still so much of the ritual to complete.
A golden lasso snuck around her neck, pulling her to the ground. Even her scissors struggled to cut through the marigold threads. 'GAHH-' Her growls grew ferocious, launching herself toward the figure holding the other end of the rope. Crimson splashed on burgundy, blood flowing onto the golden plate, filling each intricately crafted hole.
Her eyes scanned the room searching for Lucia who was floating high above the chamber smiling down whilst holding the kitten. 'Yoo hoo~ I am up here Priscilla!' She taunted the blood-lusted Priscilla. Her hands gripped parts of the floor and flung them across the room using them as footholds to reach Lucia. But with a mere flick of the wand, Priscilla flew into the wall, being crushed by several tons of gravity.
Priscilla crushed a piece of marble that had broken off from the wall, throwing the dust into Lucia's wound around her stomach. 'Ghh- Tricky bitch.' Her wand flicked in a triangle, darting Priscilla's small frame across the room like a hummingbird. She pricked the cat's paw drawing blood for the next step of the ritual.
The straw fibres of her broom shook in anticipation of Priscilla's next move, but she remained still and lodged in the ground, her chest rising slowly, appearing as if she had just fallen asleep. Lucia drew a circle with the cat's blood on her forehead, inside, writing the name ''Lucifero''.
Her mouth opened as to scream but nothing could escape, loud shrieking echoed from the forest, galloping closer and closer until a red light jumped into Priscilla's body. Each bone in her body snapped, her figure contorting into a small pile of flesh before returning to normal. A choir of sinful screams rang through the chamber from Priscilla's throat, her body danced in a fit of pain, convulsing around the room. Inside her body two entities fought for control, Priscilla and the arch-demon Zleti.
'Your body is mine, witch! You incurred the risk and now must pay the price!!' A low-pitched voice rang, nearly bursting the eardrums of several witches.
'This body is mine! I am not going to give it up that easily you red baboon.' Priscilla grabbed the burgundy scissors that had been lying on her side, cutting out a piece of her arm and throwing it away. She had contained the demon in a piece of flesh, now he remained trapped until the flesh rotted.
'I will have my revenge you damned witch. Don't think this is the last time we will meet.' His voice faded, never to be heard again.
Her eyes went blank, hovering several meters above the altar. 'O ancient gales, follow my heart and become a weapon once more. Be the bow that hurls mine arrows to victory.' Everything remained still. A flash of wind ignited the room in a flurry of debris flying at Mach 1 leaving nothing in its path, screams of fear were drowned out by gales strong enough to pierce the skin. Only Lucia stared and watched as her new pupil brought destruction upon her coven's unholy sanctum.
'Yes! Yes my darling, spread your wings and fly to heights only grand witches can achieve!' Lucia's eyes never blinked, fearing that they would miss any moment of glory from Priscilla's ascension to covenhood. She danced along the thin handle of her broom being swayed in all directions by the vicious lashes of wind trying to rip her to shreds.
In an instant it all ceased, Priscilla's body collapsing onto the ground, her vitals stabilizing. Lucia glided down, her hands inspecting her neck for their coven's mark. It was a success, a witch spoken of in fables had joined the Lucifero cult.
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Her groggy voice struggled to let out a single word, eyes sticking together like glue before revealing the vast cavern before her. Priscilla looked around finding herself sitting on a large silver throne directly beside a much larger golden one. 'Hello! Is anyone there?' Her soft voice barely managed to project herself, the walls did all the heavy lifting carrying the sound to every nook and cranny of the cave.
'You have awakened Priscilla.' Noir crept up the stairs, an apologetic look on his face betraying his fake enthusiastic voice. 'I failed to protect you from her. It wasn't your time, I believe it was too early.'
'It's fine, you tried your best I am sure.' She shook her head trying to break his apology, after witnessing the raw power of Lucia's magic she couldn't imagine a single person to be capable of defeating or outsmarting her.
'So, where are we?' Priscilla asked.
'This is the coven's secret base. We use this place to store anything useful; potions, spells, jewellery. Anything you consider precious is here.'
'I guess that explains why you are here.'
Noir blushed slightly, tugging at his hair before turning away toward the stairs. He handed her a small basket filled with some sandwiches and a note written in her mother's handwriting.
''We heard that you were transferred to a different school. It is quite sudden but we hope that you can fit in well. Make sure to visit us every once in a while, you know how lonely your dad gets when you two don't go fishing together. Please stay safe and write to us when you can. P.S. I love you.'' Priscilla hugged the letter close to her chest, trying to extract every last bit of her mother's love before being faced with what was to come next.
'Did you make these yourself?' Priscilla asked the man sitting on the stairs staring off into the wide expanse.
'Hmm? Oh, no. It was Lucia that made them for you.'
'That bitch huh?'
'Hey now, I agree that she is a bitch, but she does care about you. And where is this change in attitude coming from?'
Noir stared intensely at her face, inspecting every little detail, her facial structure did change a little. Her nose had shrunk ever so slightly, her hair descended into a black darker than the empty vacuum of space. Two ruby eyes stared directly at him, her pupils had changed into the shape of yellow stars that gleamed with all of her inner curiosities toward the unkown.
'I see, so that's what it was.'
'What is it?'
'Why should I tell you? Lol.' He pulled a face before running along down the stairs through the various buildings. Priscilla struggled to keep up, her injuries had recovered but there was something shackling her power down.
Priscilla bit her thumb drawing blood, in an instant she conjured the scissors, their shape slightly different than before. The blades were chipped and unsharpened, ripples formed around the circular finger holes, and cracks littered the entirety of it. She swiped at the wall, only a thin line being carved into the sandstone.
'Hey Hey! Don't wreck my house!' Noir shouted at Priscilla.
'This is your house? Are you poor or something?' Priscilla mocked Noir who was embarrassed to admit the truth. 'N-No, I have money, I just choose not to spend it on something stupid like a house when I can save every penny for my future!'
'Whatever, just come with me. She would want to be the first to meet the new you.'
'But didn't you meet me first?'
'Shit you are right, go by yourself. It's the third house to the right.' Priscilla nodded, wandering the empty streets devoid of any signs of life. Despite the amount of homes and even stores, there was not a single person around.
'I see, she certainly has a way of decorating.' Priscilla walked into the garden of a large house painted purple with random splotches of lime green and hot pink. The door creaked open revealing the leader of the coven herself, Lucia.