The mist parting around the witches form as she walked, closing behind her, like a protective blanket.
She stops at the door, raising her hand, long elegant fingers, tipped with blood red nails, soon to be in flesh.
She bangs the door, a painful bolt goes through her, like lightning, she knew this would come, her coven had foretold that her kind would not be welcome on sacred ground, she smiles a grimace, embracing the pain, feeling the energy fill her instead of harming her as was meant. Her knocking echoes through the church beyond the still closed door.
She pushes the door open...........
As she enters, she lowers the hood on her cape, her eyes burn bright red, the protective mist following her inside, pooling around her boots. At the end of the church is the altar which brings painful memories, the beginning, and now the end.
Kneeling before the altar is her prey, the priest, the one who shall suffer, he looks up, fear bright in his eyes as charlotte strides forwards, the steel heels now violently sharp and loud on the stone floor, signalling her intent and what is to come...
'y y yyyou cannot be here' he stammers, 'your kind are not welcome, how dare you desecrate this...'
'oh but i can, and i shall priest, do not stand before me, stay kneeling, you are undeserving of my presence'
the priest tries to stand, scared, petrified even, as charlotte the witch raises her hand, and points to the priest....
'kneel' she hisses as she removes her cape, throwing it over the altar before her.
''i, i, i know you, you heathen, you will pay for this....' the priest says shakily
'it is you who shall suffer priest' she says, 'so now you remember me from all those years do you?'
'but you havent aged, you creature of evil you....'
charlotte bids him stand, raising her hand, the priest is now able to stand, the crushing weight lifted slightly, the mist curls at his feet, not yet touching him, taunting as if a warning.....
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