Hey Hey Hey, my lovely bomb ass readers, I have finally finished editing the first chapter of A Hint of Magic an AHS: Coven fanfic, so I said why the hell make em wait?
This was the choice readers had voted in, and so here I am presenting it.
I do hope you enjoy this fanfic as much as you guys seemed to enjoy Days of Blood and Fire an AHS: Murder House fanfic.Enjoy!
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent underneath.
The spirits whisper on a chilling wind as the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within as the darkness continues to grow...
Two figures shrouded in all black stood staring at the men that were bruised and bloodied. Nine men stood with their arms tied above their heads on giant wooden stakes.
The smaller of the two figures watched directing the taller as he grouped the men in three groups of three.
As the taller of the two finished shoving the men into their groups, he began to draw intricate symbols into the ground with a large staff.
Each circle held a different symbol but on closer inspection all seemed to fit like a puzzle of sorts.
As he finished he returned to his companion's side. He crossed his arm over his chest in silent oath while taking a step back and bowing.
His companion placed their small hand on his shoulder before he looked up.
The smaller of the two slowly trailed a dainty hand up his shoulder sending tremors throughout his body before landing on the mask that only showed his eyes.
His eyes were blue. Not the ordinary sky blue, or the color of the paint flaking off of the old shed in the back of the field, or even the little flowers that spring up by the side of the road.
His eyes were blue like the sea, crystal clear blue- shimmering and crashing and churning.
Looking into his eyes you could hear the waves falling against the shore; see the foam flying into the air.
His eyes were blue like the sky right before the sun disappears- dark rich indigo, with specks of wild colors here and there. His eyes were blue like that warm wool sweater that you put on when the air gets that chill - comfortable, warm, and familiar.
Yes…his eyes were that kind of blue.
Small fingers tugged at his mask until it revealed the devilishly handsome face hidden behind it. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eye brows, which were currently sloped downwards in a serious expression. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face.
His perfect lips ripe for the kissing…
After a moment of silence between the two the smaller began speaking. Something the group of men feared more than their current predicament.
"Humankind will always be foolish; rash decisions are an instinctive need. But how could they have forgotten our ways?" The smaller of the two said out loud. It was the voice of a young woman.
"Tradition is lost to greed..." The man replied to her with a shrug.
"The zealous will kill the innocent again as the greedy play out a game of chess." The woman continued ignoring the men strapped to the stakes that had now taken to calling her names now that her gender had been revealed.
However she simply continued on with her conversation like they weren't even there.
"A book of gods becomes a creed; it is a ragged shell at best..." The male said shaking his head after shooting deathly glares at the men's words. He would kill them, all of them without a slightest hesitation, but that wasn't what they were here for…at least not now anyways…
"My sister's die. In the tens of hundreds… innocent girls are slaughtered like swine." The girl said her voice sharp.
"I'm afraid that in this dying world; the God of Blood shall dine..." He said with a solemn expression. "The blind shall follow in his burning steps; they will see within him a flame and fire. And he knows that the hearts of passionate men are easily laced with glorious desire..."
"In dreams he calls and grants them strength, he sends his 'angels' to enchant the night. He turns the blind into seeing creatures and robs them of the light... But it is here we stand in final defiance, we witches are the last of sisters three...Kaylee, Jemma and Ersa; we shall fight for what is free..."
The young woman removed her own mask, shocking the men to their cores.
A face cut right from the pages of a men's magazine. Any copy of GQ would show them what she looked like in lingerie. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty.
Her eyes were intense, and unlike the rest of her they weren't at all expressive, they were cold, like ice.
Most blue eyes are so captivating you swear that you could just dive into them with the peak of awe nipping at your facial features, but when you peered into her frozen irises you feel an electrical chill run down your spine, through your body making your features numb, like ice.
Every tendril of various shades of incandescent striking white-blue staying lined up next to one and other making her eyes themselves seem like a white tundra, it's as if a blizzard is eternally raging on with a black void in the center that are her pupils.
They don't capture light, but defied it. They're so, so blue that they literally glowed.
The way her long lashes framed her eyes when she captured a target turning them into stone and the way her full lips would curl into a mischievous grin every time she did so. It was inevitable and certain that once you looked at her, you couldn't look away. She kept you still and held your beating heart with one gaze, feeding off of you.
She was a succubus, beautiful and dangerous.
"We shall have revenge." She said flashing that mischievous grin that repeatedly tugged on the men's heartstrings. With a flick of her wrist their fates were sealed, their screams pierced the crisp night air.
Their flesh turned black as fire ate greedily at their mangled faces and torn backs.
The flame turned her skin a brilliant shade of blue, spitting its rage as the wind came through in rapid bursts.
It was dancing for them, or so it seemed, showering their vision in blues, reds, and oranges.
But neither shied away from the precious heat, the strokes of color on the black canvas behind.
This certain fire was like a mirror, for they were the same, bursting as life took its unexpected turns.
Blooming as they were given more to thrive under. And then, one day they would all fade away, into golden embers. The dying of a fire that used to shine so brightly.
It was the first of many sacrifices…