Author's notes: If you see any grammatical errors or just have some helpful criticism please tell me! After watching AHS Coven and seeing Misty die, my favorite character, I knew that she deserved a better story than what was in the show so here it is! This is my first fanfic and I have some idea where I want to take it, but I am open to ideas. This first chapter is sort of like a prologue as to how she'll return. I hope you like it.
Over and over and over again.
How can these cruel people expect her to kill an innocent being? Bringing pain and death then life time and time again was torture for both herself and the poor dissection frog on the table in front of her. Her power of resurgence allows her to feel the life force of a being; it was how she knew where Myrtle Snow was after she was burned at the stake. She continually felt the life force slip away from the frog and back again when she resurrected it and each time she cut the frog, she felt its pain too, which is why she felt that killing this creature was wrong, yet she was reliving this hell of hers over and over again.
It was only when everything around her froze did she realize that she had to quickly ascend back to the land of the living. However, as she was contemplating how, a dark skinned man with dreads, a top hat, and a menacing grin appeared.
"Hello, ma chérie," the mysterious man said.
"Who- who are you?" Misty replied, slightly out of fear, slightly out of curiosity; she wasn't expecting to meet another real person during her time in hell.
"I am Papa Legba. The humans call me the Grim Reaper and even the Angel of Death," he had said that last part with a snort.
"But I like to refer to myself as the Gatekeeper of the Afterlife. Ma chérie, your gift of resurgence has been quite problematic for me. The power of resurgence only appears every few thousand years, it is very rare, and your taking of souls that do not belong to you has given me migraines. Although your death would solve my problems,…it is not your time to go," Papa Legba continued.
"My death? I'm dead already? But I've only been here a little while," Misty said, genuinely shocked.
"Ah, but time passes differently here in hell," Papa Legba had dragged out the word "hell," as if to remind Misty where she was.
"In the land of the living, your body has become nothing but a pile of ash for you stayed here too long. Your powers require that your body remain intact for your own resurrection," he explained as he began to sniff a white substance from his pinkie nail, which was long and discolored.
"Hence, you are stuck here for all eternity…without my assistance, of course. But with it, you may very well see your swamp again, witch," he went on as a smirk began to grow on his face from ear to ear.
"I'm not just some swamp rat everyone thinks I am. I know you'll be getting something for this. What is it?" Misty was stern. After going through hell, literally, she was ready to go back, but she wanted to know this "Papa Legba's" motives; she was getting bad vibes from him and at this point she told herself that she should listen to her gut more often because last time she had bad vibes, it was from Zoe's coven and look where ignoring it got her.
"Ah, you are more intelligent than what others take you for, I see. If you were anyone else, you would be quick to return and not ask any questions, but simply put, you are an innocent soul, unlike certain members of your new-found coven, and innocent souls do not belong in hell, ma chérie. There is a place for you in the afterlife, to keep the balance so to speak, but you will not experience that afterlife yet. You are worth more to me alive and your destiny is not over. With my power, I can return you to the land of the living- with or without a current body there. I am indeed infamous for making deals; I will give you a second, or shall I say fourth, chance at life, considering this is your third time dying- so long you answer me when called upon. Do not worry, ma chérie; I will not make you do anything that would corrupt your innocent soul- that, although I hope you do not, you may do on your own," Papa Legba finished with a sly grin.
Papa Legba knew he would be keeping his ever watchful eyes on this one.