Author Note: For all the girls who love Hocus Pocus, Sabrina the Teenage Witch and decorate for Halloween way too early.
FEBRUARY 16TH, 1980
It started with a mother's aching swear as the moon prepared to eclipse the sun. Blackened fingertips lit dark voids upon the sacred wax of candles in preparation — a deathless daughter was to be born. She would be welcomed under a sunless dawn, a promising omen from the Triple Goddess. The High Priestess filled the sanctum with rolling waves of frankincense, myrrh and graveyard dust, cleansing the atmosphere and summoning the deity with her blessings for such an oncassion.
The black flames roared in rhythm with The Matron as she labored. Blanketed in silver candlelight, she cried out upon a four-postered bed for a husband she had long slain. The floors creaked with presence as her sisters kneeled. They bowed their heads and clasped their hands together in a circle as they prayed and chanted. The priestess anointed The Matron's forehead with dragon's blood and beckoned her to push on. The air pulsed with inky magic and the wind carried a chill from the elderwood, plummeting the sanctum into darkness at dawn.
Under the full shadow of the moon and with a final snarling wail from the immortal witch, the heir apparent to the Nocturnal Church was born. As she found her first mortal breath, three men were condemned to die young.