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. Welcomed under a sunless dawn, a promising omen from the Triple Goddess, herself. The High Priestess filled the sanctum with rolling waves of frankincense, myrrh and graveyard dust, cleansing the atmosphere and summoning the deity's blessings for such an occasion.
The black flames roared in rhythm with The Matron as she labored. Blanketed in silver candlelight, she cried out upon the ancient wood of a four-postered bed for a husband she had slain all too long ago. The floors creaked beneath an unseen presence as her sisters kneeled at her side, still and silent. They bowed their heads and clasped their hands in a circle as they prayed. The priestess anointed The Matron's forehead with dragon's blood and beckoned her to push on.
Under the full shadow of the moon and with a final snarling wail from the immortal witch, the future heir of the coven was born. As she found her first mortal breath in the darkness, three men were condemned to death.