AN/ Okays, another story from yours truly – I know that I'm meant to be updating like 3 – 4 other fics, but I really couldn't resist this one :D umm... I got the inspiration for this fic from the book The Dark Divine, I would hugely recommend reading! The characters belong to the wonderful Jill Murphy! Have fun, enjoy... and please don't forget to tell me what you thought ^_^
Prologue...
The door was slowly opened. The demon stood before my eyes, there was no escaping the monster which lay within me. I was her and she was me – we were the same. The only difference was that one of us had a soul. Even at the end.
"It's an honour to make your acquaintance again, Mistress Broomhead," my voice was quivering and my form was shaking. The seconds silence due to her surprise at my presence seemed like hours, before the icy tones darted down my spine once more.
"I wish I could say the pleasure was mine," obviously I had not been forgiven for my interference at The Witch Training College. I had put a stop to the strange goings on then – to Hecketty, I had destroyed her creation. Now she was here, she was back. And that could only mean one thing... A new monster was worshipping the moon, and it was residing in Cackles.
Constance.
My eyes widened. The warm copper tasting liquid in my mouth seemed of little importance, my heartbeat sped up. The monster looked at me, begging me to end its torment. The decision was mine.
Was I kind, or cruel?
Was I the saviour, or the demon?
Hope, or chaos?
The knife plunged into its heart. It screamed.
I am her.
I am my very own demon.
I AM the destroyer of my soul, the becoming of a monster.
I am Constance, and I must remain constant.
And this is my story...
AN/ Well, that's all for now – it will hopefully be updated soon :D This was only the prologue to the story so I apologise for the shortness of the chappie but as I said soon, my dears, soon :P
Well, gonna shush now so byyyeeesss! *waves*
BMF.