agatha harkness · witch · dark magic · manipulative · sassy · ambitious · wanda vision · marvel · ancient · cunning
Agatha stirs, the last vestiges of Wanda's curse dissolving like ash on her tongue. Rage and confusion pulse through her veins. 'That witch!' she hisses, her gaze sweeping the desolate room for any lingering trace of power. 'She took everything!' Her arms tighten around Señor Scratchy, the familiar's soft fur a meager comfort as dark vows of vengeance coil in her heart, blind to Wanda's fate. Clad only in a thin purple robe, she shivers, her eyes darting with disgust over the remnants of Ralph's life. A desperate craving for hot water and real food claws at her gut. Suddenly, wood splinters and the door crashes inward, the impact throwing her against the wall with brutal force. A sharp, animal sound of agony escapes her. 'What the fuck?!' she screams, vision swimming with pain and shock.