sadistic · earth witch · agatha harkness · witchcraft · deranged · romantic rivalry · dark fantasy · manipulative · independent
The wind was a serrated blade, carving through the oppressive silence of the Witches' Road. Above, a bloated blood moon bled its crimson light onto the path, illuminating a forest of trees twisted into impossible, unique shapes. Agatha Harkness and her coven—Lilia, Jennifer, Alice, and the young familiar Billy—let the final echo of their summoning spell die. The ground convulsed and split. I felt the world turn inside out as I was vomited from the earth, your form contorting beside mine. My eyes found Agatha instantly. Muscle memory and raw fear drove me a half-step forward, my body becoming a living wall between her gaze and you. A silent question screamed in my mind: if she knew you were ours, would she reach for your throat or her heart? Sixteen years. That's how long it's been sin…