For anyone wondering, Happy Never After is on hiatus so I will be trying to post some other stories here!
This is Greens centered however there will be hints of Reds and Blues when I get to their side of the story. I will try to get 6 chapters out in total. Order will be:
Buttercup, Butch, Blossom, Brick, Bubbles, and Boomer. Because this tale is too long to explain in one go, right? Plus everyone had a part in this tale.
I hope you enjoy!
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The Witch's Purity
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How did the gates of hell open?
A tale of a lonely witch
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A cunning musician
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The forbidding forest that rests within the edge of the world, thick with trees and cries of birds- an infant was abandoned away from human dwelling and then found. Founded by a mage, run out of his own kingdom, The Professor. He took in the small child, barely alive within the woods, and gave her a purpose.
An heir.
Tossed away by society, just like him, he knew he found the right one. Pure and she had the gift, oh what a perfect meeting. The one to take his place, the one to never disobey him.
Two companions, a forest spirit too kind for the world, and a clever familiar one who protected him, took him to the child. They too were young, and such he felt as if he should be there for them, become their father.
A forest spirit, a familiar, and now a child- A comfortable home for the four. The abandoned child grew, grew to a graceful woman, yet even with the addition of a new family member nothing changed, everything stayed within routine.
Until the Professor died.
And Lilith 'Buttercup' Utonium took his place.
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"Buttercup... do not forget.."
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Soft words resounding inside of her, she made her way within the deep woodlands. Gentle steps, calm breathing, it was a routine she had to follow, a routine she had grown used to since she could remember. He showed her the path, murmurs of riddles he spoke to her as a way to pass time, and she just listened intently, never answering loudly. She held his hand, and he would tell her, in a soft, sickly voice that she needed to do this alone. Why, she would ask, and all he would say was that his time was running, the serpent already devoured his time. She never understood him, so all she did was nod and try her hardest to memorize the path.
She knew it by heart, yet it scared her. The atmosphere never felt right, and having to pray in front of the Spirit of the Forest, and the gate, it frightened her. Even now, it still did, but she had to continue the routine, just for him, and for herself as well. A green hood she wore, holding it tightly as she continued on her path, the air getting colder and colder.
The eerie chirping of birds was all she could hear, as she made her way closer to her destination. Few seconds pass and she finally opened her lips, the melody silencing the forest dwellers and letting a moment of peace.
Finally arriving at her destination, she got down on her knees and play a requiem- praying for those who died and wishing for their longing of tranquility that she knew they couldn't achieve. The song got softer as she reached the end of her prayer, feeling the atmosphere clear within its containment of gloom.
The process took her some time, letting the moment last as long as she could just to respect for those who have passed- it was her purpose to do such thing, to ask for forgiveness- for it was she who caused their restlessness. Nevertheless she prayed to them and prayed that they could understand the sins that they have caused.
Raven hair, tips curling upwards, everything barely reaching her chin. Her eyes, iridescent and yet one could still see the deep pigment of the light green. She, whose beauty sends shivers down the spines of any that cared to look, understood that she could never become a normal girl. The moment she was found, she was brought into a new world, one where she was actually accepted in. Magic, the reason Witches and Mages lived, and the only difference between them and humans.
Eventually she finished her session and slowly got up to leave the vicinity, giving one last apology and finally leaving. The birds from a distance began chirping once more, making her laugh softly. The moment she stepped out of the open area, she felt rather relieved- knowing that she's honoring her father's job, his whole life, it's what always made her day.
Humming a tune, her path to the cottage was not far from here, she knew it was her only way of peace. Soft smile spreading on her lips, she closed her eyes and began feeling relaxed. That's what she usually felt when she was done with her praying, because to her, it felt as if she was free from problems just for a little bit.
It made her content.
"You seem happy." A voice spoke near her ear, causing the witch to jump.
"Gah! Blossom, stop doing that, it's creepy!" The only response that she got was just a laugh, and finally the familiar showed herself to the witch- bright pink eyes and long ginger hair that flowed with the wind. A maid outfit was what she wore when in this form, mainly because she was the one that made dinner for the witch and even cleaned the house for her. Though, in Buttercup's opinion, Blossom was far too important to be considered a simple maid. She was the one who taught her the majority of her spells, and the one who explained to her about her role.
The familiar cleared her throat after her tiny laughing fit, and leaned forward on one hip. Ginger hair spilled past her shoulders, and she grinned.
"My apologies, Buttercup, but it was a rare sight to see you smile to calmly..." She mused, "But that is not why I came to see you."
That was the thing with Blossom- she never sought out to anyone unless it was to give information. While she was The Professor's familiar, she wasn't Buttercup's, and therefore Buttercup didn't have any control of her. Not that she wanted to control her, but there was no real bond like familiar's and their masters had- it was just so special- something Buttercup wanted. Something special.
"Now don't keep me in the dark, what is it?"
The familiar moved her head around, scanning the area before turning back to the witch, "It's not quite important however I do believe since you are the only witch in this forest..." She began, licking her lips, "...that there seemed to be a man wandering around here."
A man, that wasn't an odd thing but within the forest no other being should be there, let alone a man. The Forest of Purity, a forest where nothing impure could get in, and anything impure within- well that was another story. But still, the thought alone made the Witch frown.
"A pure man?" A question with an obvious answer, yet she still asked.
Blossom nodded, "Nothing is off about him- I sent Bubbles to ask him for his name and to lead him to a more..." She paused, "...secluded area. Far away." Buttercup nodded, confusion blooming within her, but she didn't try to pry as to why Blossom paused- she knew better. That was their relationship, Blossom was her mentor, an older sister figure and tended to be protective of her and Bubbles- the forest spirit (in better words, a nymph.)
"Was that all?" She didn't intend to snap at her, yet Blossom recoiled slightly. Smoothing out her dress, Blossom let out a chuckle, "I also finished dinner, so hurry up home... Goodbye." And with that she transformed back to her cat form and ran off to the other direction.
"Yeah, yeah! I'll be there soon!" She waved at Blossom half-heartedly. Waiting a few more seconds, she turned back to her original direction and began making way to her cottage, or well, their cottage.
Bubbles and Blossom, both of them lived with Buttercup- a way to raise her and to repay The Professor. In a way, Buttercup felt they became a family for this- sure they were one when Professor was alive, but now they only had each other, they all protected one another. They were sisters to each other, and that's why they gave each other their nicknames.
Buttercup doesn't go by Lilith much anymore, only during serious times. She didn't detest the name, The Professor gave it to her, but it wasn't one she would like to use in public. Lilith, the first wife of Adam, the one who left the Garden of Eden, that name she didn't wish to associate with. There was another reason as to why she didn't wish to go by that name- however…
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"How dare you, Lilith-"
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Whispers of monsters fill her head, resounding throughout, yet she continues her walk back to her home. Those voices, the cries, she's grown used to them ever since she's been little. Before they used to curse his name, and yet now, they curse hers. She couldn't do anything about it though- it was not her place, she was just a mere guard.
Buttercup kept her eyes forward, her speed getting faster as the noises kept getting louder. Once she was home, she could have Bubbles clear her mind through herbs and things like that. Yet the moment she was within earshot of her home, the voices stopped as a sweet melody was played. Moving swiftly behind a tree, she pulled her hood up and leaned closer to the noise.
And she saw him.
The man, what a handsome man he is. Though that wasn't what drawn Buttercup to him, instead it was is eyes. The melody picked up and his fingers moved gracefully, it didn't even appear as if he was plucking the strings within the lyre, and yet his fingers moved slowly, then quickly, all without a single problem.
His eyes however, no matter what movement his fingers made, he kept them closed- and then briefly opened them. He looks sad, she thought solemnly. Their eyes met for a brief second, and she felt her breath get taken away, his eyes never leaving hers making her glance away. Heat was rising to her cheeks, a frown forming on her lips. (Why was she blushing? It was a simple look!) Except it wasn't a simple look, nor moment. The moment they looked at one another, she swore she saw his eyes look rather happy, look… Relieved.
It made her heart ache.
As she was about to take a step forward, Bubbles emerged from within her house, holding a basket of fruits. The musician stopped his playing and looked over to her, those sad eyes once more shown. The nymph didn't seem to notice, or just ignored it, because she handed him an apple and grabbed onto his hand. They exchanged words, but the Witch couldn't hear them, leaving a bittersweet feeling within her. Her eyes met his once more, just for a second, before he turned back to the forest spirit.
She laughed, and then dragged him off to another direction.
The Witch felt her heart ache, yet it wasn't pleasant- it was foul. Controlling her breathing, she waited for the duo to no longer be heard, and when she could no longer hear or see them, she made her way to her home. Looking back to where he was once standing, she felt …
Longing.
"What the hell?" She mumbled to herself, closing the door behind her and throwing the hood somewhere in the living room. The smell of cooked fruits and vegetables filled her, and she couldn't help but feel rather hungry- no that wasn't the word, she was starving. Tossing her past feelings aside, she ran to her kitchen and picked up a plate of cooked apples and bread, and began devouring it.
As she finished with her bread, she wiped her mouth and the table quickly- once she ate she always got tired, and once she got tired she usually fell asleep. This was her routine, and no man would change it. …Speaking of that man, perhaps she was way too hungry, and seeing him handed with a basket of fruits angered her- caused her to be jealous. That would explain her emotions, because to her, a women a pure purity could never be with him.
It was unspoken of.
It was not allowed.
Even if she knew, knew deep within her heart that she longed for it. Was it love that she felt of him, or the sin of lust?
Her father's words rang in her head once again, repeating and repeating until she concluded that what she felt for him was lust- temptation was not an option. She promised The Professor, and she promised Blossom as well. As his heir, as his prodigy, as his only way to die peacefully, she had to stay pure, and stray from any kind of sin. Her role, keep the gates closed.
Men were indeed terrible.
Shaking her head, she stripped from her clothes and changed into her night gown. "I must be getting ill, I almost..." She spoke to nobody, and yet she couldn't even finish her sentence, her shame engulfing her. With a loud sigh, her fingers ran through her hair, then she put out the candle in her room. Nausea, that's was all she felt, nausea over her choices.
This was too much.
"UGH! WHY THE HELL AM I FEELING LIKE THIS!?" Throwing her hands up in the air, she ran to her bed, put out the fire in the candle, and threw the covers over herself, determined to fall asleep and forget about all that was bothering her. Closing her eyes firmly shut, Buttercup began feeling the sway of drowsiness overcome her, sleep finally enveloping her and taking her away.
Flames surrounded her.
Cries of a maiden filled the river between the living and the dead.
They called out for her-
They yelled for their release-
For the end of their eternal damnation.
Their rage surrounded her, burning her to the bone.
Hands reached for her
held her
dragged her
water filled her lungs
her screams no longer heard
"-Hated Lilith!"
"Save us! You wretched monster!"
"Damned Lilith!"
"That's no way to talk to a lady..."
A soothing voice woke her from the nightmare, quickly followed by a soothing melody played by the lyre. Knowing well the dream was but a mere illusion, mere guilt playing with her- yet hearing the lyre, she felt as if all was right once more. Lighting the candle next to her bed, she quietly got off her bed and made her way around the house. The nymph and familiar lived with her, yet they didn't appear much at night, with Bubbles preferring to sleep on a tree and with the nature, and Blossom going to god knows where.
Though when they did sleep in the house with her, they were rather strict- or well in a straightforward way they were...
They wouldn't allow her to leave the house without their permission.
But that wasn't important now, they weren't here, and she needed to go outside right now.
The song continued to play, loudly, as if the musician was calling out for her, no- She knew he was calling out for her. The way he stared at her, the way he played for her, the way he's calling for her now- this was their destiny. They were destined to meet.
Even for a brief second.
Anxiously biting her lip, she changed out of her nightgown, the outside too cold for her, not wanting to be shivering while conversing with the sad, sad, sad musician. Once the dress was put on, she carefully slipped on her shoes, making way to the door- not before putting on her trademark hood.
She stepped out.
As if time has stopped, devoured by the same snake that took The Professor away, their eyes met and then everything was frozen. His playing stopped, his fingers paused on the strings- and she, her hood no longer covering her face from him. Minutes passed, and then...
He smiled.
She smiled.
They both laughed, the silence broken by small fits of happiness, her cheeks rising with heat and his as well. Nervousness washed away and replaced by aches within her heart, these ones feeling pleasant and bubbly, as if she was in a daze.
Their laughter died down, but they kept smiling, and finally he leaned forward and opened his mouth. "So we finally met, huh?" His voice was deep and smooth, everything she dreamed about, making her knees go weak.
"H-heh.. I guess we have... I thought it would have taken longer though." She replied, her eyes glancing down at his lips for a millisecond and then back to his eyes- those happy, happy eyes. The man, she hadn't even gotten his name yet, chuckled and got even closer to her.
She could feel his breath.
"I couldn't help but see you this way. That little nymph was pretty adamant on not letting me near this area. She tried to persuade me with fruits!" He shook his fist in a joking matter, and she let out a laugh. This felt nice, this felt right.
This wasn't wrong.
"That's Bubbles for you. Though did you actually try it? She might be a pain in the ass but she does know where to find delicious fruit." He looked at her in surprise, then grinned wildly. This only caused her to get even redder, "W-what the hell are you looking at!?"
"You cuss! I can't believe you cuss!" His grinned widened, and he was literally right in front of her. His nose close to touching hers.
"Shaddup!"
"Make me." He laughed once more, then stuck out his tongue. She puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms, stepping forward and slamming her foot down his. A screech left his mouth as he leaned down to hold onto his injured foot, and Buttercup couldn't help but feel triumph.
She also felt herself relaxing more, felt herself loosen up and act more like her, and not like some pure maiden.
Once the man was done crying over his foot, she called him a wimp and he replied with an insult to her. Their bickering went back in forth until he broke out in laughter and she followed him, a grin never leaving her lips.
And that was how they continued on the night, their laughs never dying out- their conversations never becoming dull. They flowed with one another, fleeting moments of touches but never going down the path of temptation- everything was innocent and lighthearted.
A fleeting moment of pure love.
"...Ah, it's almost morning, you... you should leave." She told him cautiously, glancing around the area, remembering who she was and who he was. He only gave her a look and suddenly he realized that they had spent the whole night conversing.
"Time sure does pass fast. I'll go now." He smiled once more and turned to leave, then paused, and turned back to face her. The musician grabbed onto her shoulders and leaned in close, and she felt her breath stop.
"What's your name? I never got it."
Embarrassment, that's what she was feeling at the moment. The feeling of longing for what he should have given her, a kiss, an act of love. He must have known what he was doing to her, because he smirked at her dumbfoundedness.
Licking her lips quickly, she opened her mouth and forced out a sound.
"Buttercup... Lilith 'Buttercup'..."
His smile widened.
"I'm Butch. Adam 'Butch'."
Her heart raced.
And he left.
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"Buttercup... do not forget...
You are the last guardian of the door that protects this world from the dead that dwell in Hell…
You cannot ever break the barrier of purity…
You cannot give into temptation of sexual desire...
Please, my daughter."
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Their meetings began at the same place at the same time at first. Every night he'd wake her up from her slumber with a melody, taking the beautiful Witch away from her nightmares, and into his hands of laughter and whispered promises.
Ther purity kept in tact, only small touches they had- nothing gone too far and yet Buttercup began to forget her father's words, forget her vow to him and forget all around her. The man, Butch, oh he made her feel special he made her feel everything.
This is what she wanted.
The loneliness gone, and the embrace of someone instead.
Then their meetings stopped happening at night, and happened during the day.
The Witch swore that Blossom knew of this, the way the familiar gave her looks, the way the familiar spoke to her, the way she appeared disappointed- but she couldn't help it.
She never had any kind of special relationship with anybody. Blossom had The Professor, familiar and mage, a special kind of bond she couldn't get past. Blossom was his first born child, literal blood and now familiar, and to her, she felt like she was trespassing something.
And Bubbles- Bubbles was never disappointed in her, yet Buttercup knew she was telling Blossom everything and it irritated her. The nymph was related to the forest, a special kind of relationship with the forest, being surrounded by all her friends and her people- something that Buttercup didn't have.
She was alone.
And Butch made her feel surrounded by love.
Special.
"...Please, my daughter."
It happened one night, their conversation was one of the animals within the forest, but she wasn't paying much attention to it. It wasn't boring to say, but her mind was too preoccupied, too many things going through it for her to really focus on their talk about squirrels.
"And I was thinking, what if I made out with a squirrel y'know?" Wait what. Hold up, what exactly was this man talking about? Wasn't he just rambling about how squirrels were adorable? What kind of man is he!?
"What?" She stared at him in pure bewilderment, taking a step back. Her reaction led him to laugh, and he grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her forward until his chest hit hers. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and he leaned even closer, nose touching briefly.
"Hold up! I was just trying to get your attention, BC." He grinned again, "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing, just.. dozing off y'know?" She told him, leaning on his shoulder and closing her eyes, "I rarely get any sleep now..." With their meetings happening at the dead of night up until dawn, she'd had began getting little to no sleep.
That's when he brought up his idea.
"We should meet during the day, when you're doing your daily rituals and stuff... I can play my lyre while you sing... I'd be nice." He glanced away, red staining his cheeks- and hers as well. They never spoke of meeting during the day, with the fear of Bubbles and Blossom seeing them.
It made her happy.
"Yeah, we should."
And that's how it happened.
Everyday he'd accompany her to her rituals, they would meet halfway and then once she began play a requiem, and he as well. The melody of the voice and lyre soothing the dead and in turn, clearing the voices of them in her head- leaving only peace.
(She had told him about the gates, told him how she was the guardian and that the tree she sang to everyday were the gates keeping hell closed from the living. He listened to her every word, and she couldn't help but feel proud- proud that he was interested in her, interested in her role. Found her important.)
He'd walk her around the forest, picking fallen fruits from the trees and trying to reach to the very top, telling her he'd pick the best one for her. It made her heart flutter. Her love for him grew and grew.
Then it happened.
After her prayers to the dead, she turned to him, ready to leave- yet something overcame her, because when she looked at his lips she leaned in.
A brush of lips, barely any contact- she was the one that initiated- and suddenly she knew she wanted more. His eyes had widened when she kissed him once more. Butch finally came to his senses and he moved his hand, moved it to cup one of her cheeks and angle her head. They parted.
Her heart couldn't take it.
She wanted to keep kissing him- kiss him ten times, hundred of times, she just never wanted to let him go.
Buttercup grabbed onto his collar and crashed her lips with his, closing her eyes tightly. She didn't know exactly what to do, but he seemed to have taken control, moving his hand down to her nape, and his free one holding onto her waist. She moved her arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss.
He bit her lower lip, and she gasped- and suddenly she gave into temptation and allowed him to continue further- continue the touches- continue for what she was longing, for what she was craving.
She was drowning in him.
She was craving him.
She wanted him to be hers.
She wanted them to be joined.
Clothes were torn off, moans filled the air, and whispers of what would come of tomorrow. Petals of her purity scattered all around and she was engulfed with the flame of passion, the flame of desire.
The gates of hell opened, and she fell into a slumber.
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Thump, thump, thump.
Footsteps drew near.
Her eyes opened.
Adam held onto her hand
Eve's hand
and climb through the stairs of hell
bringing his real lover back from the dead.
Yet Lilith knew of the betrayal
she saw it
and she sang him a curse
a cruel, cruel curse.
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And the Witch gave birth nine months later.
Her child becoming the new keeper of the gate.
Hopefully this time, the child will obey.
And keep their purity intact.
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What a cruel fate.
Hope you enjoyed it! I'll hopefully have Butch's side of the story soon!