Chapter 2 Two

It was a crisp moonlit night and snow blanketed the ground. Darkness covered the land, surrounding the witch's home and as it did, the witch grew in power. She never left her dwelling except to get supplies, and almost always went out in disguise.

You see, she wasn't ugly; she wasn't at all what you'd think most witches would look like. She was slim and tall, and had a beautiful bosom that was enhanced by her tight black corset, amplifying the curves of her already tiny waist. Her clear, green emerald eyes told stories, and none of them were lies. Her hair was long; it traveled down her back in ringlets of golden white curls and all around her small frame.

Of course, people wouldn't think she was a witch by the look of her, but then many people who laid eyes on her knew straightaway: "Don't mess with her. Don't get on her bad side; she is strong, evil, and powerful." No man or animal had ever spoken or thought truer words; she was, indeed, a force to be reckoned with.

One cold winter's day, she ventured out in her disguise; a long, black cloak and dark glasses that shielded her piercing green eyes. She was wandering around inside a herb shop in a village not far from her dwelling when a being with magnificent golden wings appeared to her.

She thought it was an angel. She'd believed in them once, although now she had no time or care for them. The witch looked closer at the being; it was an angel indeed. The angel approached the witch and spoke.

"I did not ask to be given this job, as I do not want any part in what you do. However, I have been asked to give you a message about your calling. I am told there are a great many ways you can stop this destruction and dark power, but I have also been told you won't."

The witch looked up at the angel and laughed wickedly. "Well, there was a time not so long ago where I had asked you for help, and did you give it? No, you failed me, like the rest."

Enraged, she continued. "No, I will not stop. I will not give my magic up. I will not surrender any power, no matter what! But on a more humorous note, I am much better than what I used to be. I have control; I can do what I want. Like you said, you never asked for this job, so go back to your army of golden messengers and leave me be."

The angel appeared shocked; the witch's response was cool and calm, but yet also cold and calculated. "Very well. I will have to give the other the bad news, that this is your chosen path and you want nothing else. If you change your mind and want to be used for goodness, just call."

The witch scoffed and sneered. "I need you and goodness like I need a hole in my head! Now go, and take your infernal light with you, it's blinding my eyes!"

The angel fluttered away, still shocked, but realized there was nothing that could be done to change the witch's mind. There was a time when the witch believed in angels, just like the one who appeared before her, and believed in all spiritual things and all things good and light. But alas, that time had passed.

Now it was all darkness, blood, and more darkness. The witch had no complaint over this. She liked things the way they were. She loved the bloodlust and torture, the darkness; she liked it, and that was just the way it was. Nobody was going to change that.

She returned back to her dwelling after picking up some herbs and spices from the shop and set them about on her altar, organizing them in a triangular shape, a powerful symbol with three points. This ancient symbol represented protection.

No, she was not doing good magic, far from it, but she knew to protect herself while performing powerful, dark spells. Some energies used in spells and rituals can come back to bite you, so she was using her insurance.

During her lifetime, she had cast many spells she knew to be sure to do the right things and incorporate the correct elements to avoid having problems. She was casting a spell to hide herself, to not be known, for no one to know of her existence; a powerful spell, you might say, but she had done it before and knew what to do.

The herbs in the triangle were blessed, and then a tall, black candle was positioned in the middle. She muttered the words to the spell under her breath and watched the candle flame as it changed from a small orange yellow flame into a huge, rising black flame.

This was her sign; it was working! She had done her bit; all would be well, and she would be hidden, with only the animals noticing her.