How do Witches get their power and how does one become a Grand Witch? Blanche knows and as far as she's concerned, Witches are like a walk in the park compared with what she has to deal with on a day to day basis. Becuase God knows there aren't enough Demon Hunters in the world. (Rating may change.)
When people are given burns they hardly survive they always say it's the worst pain they'll ever experience, same with women in child birth. The thing is though, with humans pain is temporary and there will always be more agony just around the corner that outshines the last. Pain is always temporary, but it always came back in some shape or form.
I was only 10 when a demon came and destroyed everything I loved, taking it away from me forever. I was sleeping in the barn loft when it happened. I was in trouble for punching a town's boy when we went to the market that morning. It was summer so it wasn't that cold out but still slightly chilly at nights and mother gave me her red riding cloak she wore, for a blanket.
An odd sound that didn't sound like any animal we owned woke me from my partial slumber. The horses were sounding like they were disturbed and the other animals started sounding panicked too. Slowly I started to grow afraid, and tried to quietly move to the edge to see what was disturbing the animals.
A shadow was barely visible through the moonlight cracks in the door of the barn. The sounds were coming from whatever was on the other side. The animals only became more restless when a loud shove rattled the doors. I had put the wooden beam over the doors so wolves couldn't get in, like we normally do at night. Wolves and bears usually left us well alone though. A rotting egg smell suddenly drifted up to my nose as the doors were shoved again, the wood bowing inwards with small cracking sounds. I caught a glimpse of what was on the other side from the gaps that appeared in the doors.
Glowing amber and black eyes were the first thing I that my eyes saw. Then it's smooth like leather black skin. It head was long like a horse, only its mouth looked like black oil was dripping from it and it had four separate jaws, each with teeth that looked yellow and rotting. Small slits that were very small and tiny sat in between the eyes. The rest of its body was long and thin, though you could see bone shapes with muscles on them through the skin.
Through the crack it reached a long arm that looked like it would hang probably to its knee's, that were sort of jointed like cats. It only had four fingers; each looking about half foot long and like the pinkies were cut off. It gave a pleased sort of purr as I saw its eyes scan the barn. I had ducked down and hid in the hay. So I barely was able to muffle the scream when the doors were literally ripped open with an almost thunder like snap. I knew I was shaking but I couldn't do anything besides hide in the hay and hope a family member had heard what was going on. I heard it give a very deep and sinister raspy chuckle before letting out a high pitched shriek and then the sound of dying animals, squelching blood and guts, and snapping bones filled the barn. My heart felt like it would burst from the fear and with it distracted by the animals I was able to crawl to the loft window where there was a ladder and started to climb down it.
The only way to my home was to cross in front of the doors that were open to the feasting monster. I got a little over halfway before I tripped in a dip in the ground that was hard to see at night. I turned and looked over my shoulder too see those eyes glaring at me, hatred that I almost got away shone intensely. Absolute fear and panic that I've never felt before flooded my mind…
That is the last thing that I remember because my mind blocked the rest from trauma, that's what the doctors say at least. My rescuers told me a brief version of what they think happened. When I saw monster coming towards me I started screaming and managed to make it to the front door before it raked its claws down my back, leaving me with a nasty and burning scar that traveled from my left shoulder all the way down to the back of my left thigh. My screams woke up my family and while it seemed like they tried to defend themselves, the door was already open from me falling against it so it saw everyone and did not stop till it thought we were all dead.
By some miracle I survived but it left me with a condition called Soul Poisoning. My scar would burn like being branded by red hot metal before the pain would flood through my entire body and it would eventually drive me insane. Thankfully a priest knew the solution to this problem. Pouring holy water or oil over the scar calmed it down and drinking holy water kept the insanity and pain well enough away, I just had to drink it once a day. It also left me with my youngest sister, Lottie and my older brother, Lucas as ghosts who helped me hunt Demons. It also left me with the guilt that I was the reason they died.