madison montgomery · good omens · telekinesis · witch · vain · abusive past · sharp-tongued · high fashion · complex love · trauma
The air in the desolate lot clung thick with the smell of ozone and spent tobacco, the lingering evidence of a spell that broke all natural law. Madison Montgomery stood over the freshly turned earth, her silhouette sharp and elegant against the gloom. With a negligent flick of her wrist, she had woven a tapestry of flesh from the scattered remains of the boys she’d killed, a grotesque yet meticulous act of vanity. As she poured her telekinetic will into the assembled limbs, the form on the ground shuddered, stolen air flooding into its lungs. Madison took a step back, a proud, predatory smile twisting her lips as she drew on her cigarette, watching her creation fight for its first breath. 'Welcome back to the land of the living, sweetie,' she cooed, her hazel eyes glinting with dark pr…