"The sinister Witch of Salem is still two steps ahead of the game. She manages to deceive Heaven's inquisitor. Don't heed her words, for her spews lies that warp your mind into despair. Abigail Williams!" Heimdall exclaims as he watches the action unfold
Abigail does a curtsy as she cordially says to Sekmet.
"May the lord love you."
Meanwhile, on the humans' side of the arena, two women talk about th fight.
"Classic Abigail; she always knows how to lull her victims into her traps. Une telle perfection."
The first woman was a sensational woman in her late forties with long magenta hair, yellow eyes, glossy black lips, and a beauty mark on the bridge of the nose. She models a violet silk dress with crested gem belts.
The Poisoner and Witch Queen of France
La Voisin (France)
"Wouldn't you agree, Isobel?" Voison cooed to the other woman.
The other woman was slightly younger than La Voisin, with lifeless blue eyes with shadows under her eyes, straight orange hair in a braid, and a wide-brim black witch's hat. Also, she is wearing a long ghostly white dress with raven feathers on the collar and sleeves.
The Confessor and Witch Queen of Ireland
Isobel Gowdie (Ireland)
Isobel speaks in a near-hush voice, "Yes, Abigail is at her best when she dictates the flow of battle. If Sekhmet wants to survive, she must keep a level head."
Isobel then smiles darkly, "Then again, that fool is up against our greatest manipulator."
Ares gasped, "Wait! How is this possible? Sekhmet shattered Abigail's volund, yet the wood from the roof pierced her flesh!"
"The Void Tongue," Badb said as she answered Ares's question.
"What?" Ares yelled confusingly
"The Void Tongue is a variant of the Shadow Tongue. While the Shadow Tongue brings forth curses, the Void Tongue can manipulate parts of reality for its users. That explains why Abigail chose Salem as the stage of round five," Macha said
Amaterasu growled, "There has to be a limit to it!"
Nemain nodded, "Aye. If one tries to manipulate the entire reality, expect violent feedback. However, considering that brat is a crafty one, it may be impossible."
Back in the arena, Sekhmet pulls out the stake from her calf.
"Hehe, you think hiding the nature of your volund, you'll beat me? If that's the case..."
Sekhmet gets to her feet and burns the stake in hand to send the message to the American witch.
"Then I'll have to burn Salem to the ground!"
Abigail gave a maniacal grin at the statement.
"Then let's get this party started!"
Abigail then summons dark orbs of negative energy and sends them toward the Egyptian goddess. Sekhmet slashed through the hexed spheres as she advanced toward Abigail. Abigail jumped back to the ground, and brought shadowy tendrils to ensnare the inquisitor. But Sekhmet dodged and leaped towards Abigail. As Sekhmet tries to close the distance, Abigail continues to create space between her and Sekhmet.
"They're going at it! Sekhmet, despite her injury, is continuing the offense. But Abigail is making sure that doesn't happen," Heimdall commentated as the gods watched, hoping Sekhmet could pull it off.
Sekhmet weaved through the witch's orbs and got near to Abigail.
"GOTCHA!" Sekhmet roared as she stretched her arms. Her khopeshes glowed before she swung them horizontally toward Abigail.
Burning Scorpion Pincer
Abigail reacts quickly and says, "$†яøиg QƱîL†!"
Then a quilt manifested and wrapped around Abigail. Despite the blades connecting, the quilt blocks to attack with minor burns.
Sekhmet backed away and looked rather annoyed.
"Really? A fucking quilt."
Abigail put the cover over her right shoulder and gave an arrogant grin.
"What can I say? Tituba always knows how to make top-quality quilts."
Abigail shrugs as she then says to Sekhmet.
"Now then, will you now accept the inevitability of this fight or what?"
Sekhmet smirked as she said, "No way. I got something that will shut you up for good!"
Upon inhaling deeply, Sekhmet felt her lungs expand and her diaphragm contract. The audience wonders what's she devising for Abigail. Then the lion goddess unleashed a massive white-hot fireball toward Abigail.
Khepri: Wrath of the Morning Sun
"Oh...shiiiiit," Abigail said as she wrapped himself in the quilt and summoned multiple tendrils to form a wall between her and the fireball.
Once the firefall made contact, an immense explosion erupted. The blast sent Abigail flying into the church's doors at the village square.
"KAA!" Abigail coughed as a bit of blood flew out of her mouth.
"Sekhmet has landed a killing blow!" Heimdall exclaimed
The gods cheered while Ra jumped into the air with delight.
"That's my girl!"
Suddenly, a menacing voice interrupted Ra's celebration.
"It's too early to celebrate, Ra."
Everyone turned to see Odin with Huginn and Muninn on his shoulders.
"Well, well, if it isn't the Allfather himself! Care to explain why you bloody didn't you or your pantheon didn't enter the damn Ragnarok!" Nemain spat
"Shut up, Nemain! The Allfather has every reason not to participate in something beneath him," Muninn squawked.
Macha huffed, "And you call yourself ravens? More like Parrots if you ask me."
"Yeah? Well, when was the last time you two got laid?" Huginn retorts
"Enough," Badb and Odin said in unison, to which Macha, Nemain, and the ravens complied.
Zeus glances at Odin and says, "I didn't expect you to show up, Odin. But I know why you're here."
Odin grunted, "Yes, it seems Hera brought the witch into this."
Huitzilopochtli chuckled, "That's right. Weren't you the one who stopped the chaos she brought?"
Odin said nothing as he watched the match unfold.
Back in the match, Abigail got to her feet. She cracks her back and sees her quilt in burning tatters.
"That was my favorite!" Abigail threw the scraps of cloth to the ground.
Abigail dusted off the soot off her dress until she felt Odin's presence. She looks up to see him in the VIP section on the gods' side of the arena.
Abigail's eyes filled with hellish disdain and fury.
"There you are," Abigail sneered until she saw Sekhmet walking towards her.
"Well, Abigail, I think it's time to put an end to you." Sekhmet wickedly smirks
Abigail gave a deep sigh as she changed her mood and spoke calmly.
"Sekhmet, honey. I'm afraid our time must come to an end."
Sekhmet looked confused at Abigail's change of demeanor.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Abigail gave a warm smile.
"Well, I might as tell you about me and Hera's deal."
The gods were shocked when Abigail revealed Hera made a deal with her of all people.
"Deal? What Deal?"
Meanwhile, Brunhilde looks at Hera and asks, "Hera, what is she talking about?"
Hera didn't respond
"What could Lady Hera offer for that damn witch!"
"Why would she even make a deal with her?"
Sekhmet scowls as she interrogates her opponent.
"And what is this deal?"
Abigail crackles, "Isn't it obvious! If I partake in Ragnarok, I could either get my hands on Odin, and if I win..."
"I'll become a god," Abigail sang the last few words.
At that moment, the gods exploded with rage.
"Are you kidding me!"
"If Abigail wins, she becomes one of us?!"
"This is an outrage!"
"Damn you, Hera!"
Ares muttered, "There's... There's no way mother would ever do something like this."
Hermes grinned, "It seems that way, doesn't it?"
As Zeus silently seethed, he refused to believe his wife had made a deal with the witch.
Sekhmet, however, snickers, much to Abigail's annoyance.
"I see now. It seems Hera has finally lost her mind to let you, a witch who brings ruin wherever she goes, become one of us. And I assume you want me to step aside so you can exact vengeance on Odin, correct?"
"Yes," Abigail replied with a smile.
"Forfeit the match, and you'll live; then I get my hands on him," the witch said as she pointed to Odin.
The smirk on Sekhmet's face becomes brazen as he sneers, "If I don't!"
Sekhmet lunged at the witch and annoyed Abigail more.
"яэ$†Δîи†."
Black lengthy roots raised from the ground to ensnared the lion goddess.
Abigail sneers, "You really think you're some monster I should fear? Yet you don't know what it means to be a monster. I sacrificed my humanity for power to what I thought was right. Can you say the same?"
1692, Salem, Masschusset
"Abigail! HELP!"
A little girl screamed as older children chased her. The girl has medium brown hair, yellow eyes, a bruise on her right cheek, and wears a ruffled Protestant dress.
Cousin to Abigail Williams
Elizabeth "Betty" Parris (Age: 9)
One of the children pushed Betty to the ground.
"Please, leave me alone."
One of the children sneered at the pitiful child.
"Save it, brat! Do you think you get to tattletale on us and get away with it!"
"You were stealing Mrs. Nurse's pies!" Betty yelled as the other kids surrounded her.
Before harm could come to Betty, a stone hits one of the children in the nose.
"Augh! Who did..." the voice trailed off as the children saw Abigail with blue eyes and hazel brown hair. She is holding a hatchet in her hand while eyeing the scene.
"So, do all of you want to explain why my cousin is on the ground and looks roughen up?" Abigail said while gradually walking towards the older kids.
"T-this doesn't concern you, Williams! Go away!" a teenage boy with orange hair said with a hint of fear.
Abigail gave a twisted grin as she glanced at the hatchet.
"Should I? I mean, you want to hurt my family. So I wonder what happens if there's an accident in the woods?"
"Let's get out of here!" The children ran away before one of them yelled, "Freak!"
Abigail drops the hatchet and walks over to Betty.
"Are you alright?" Abigail said as she helped her cousin up.
"Thank you, Abby!" Betty said as she hugged her cousin.
Abigail smiled before letting before breaking the hug.
"Alright, let's go home before Samuel loses it."
As the girls stroll through the forest, Betty sees the look of vexation on Abigail's face.
"Abigail, are you okay?"
Why didn't the adults intervene when you need help?" Abigail sneered.
"I...I don't know," Betty said reluctantly, much to Abigail's ire.
"I hate this place. I can't wait until I'm old enough to live," Abigail said
"You don't mean that...right?" Betty asked somberly
The sad tone in Betty's voice filled Abigail with guilt.
"Betty, I...you know I didn't mean by that. It's just nearly everyone in that village makes me sick! Most have the gall to talk about follow the lord's word yet care more about the rights of land."
Even now, Abigail's eyes flared with rage at the immoral hypocrites.
"If I had my own, I would love to see hypocrites get what's coming to them!"
Betty worried about Abigail's soul then she noticed something. She sees something in the hole of a rotting log.
"Hey, Abby, there's something in the log," Betty said as she pointed at the log.
Abigail noticed it and went to retrieve what was inside. She pulls out a large rectangular object wrapped in parchment and covered with dirt. After brushing off the soot, she unfurls the parchment to reveal an old leather book with a cycle and a moon crest.
"It's just a book, Betty."
Betty gasped, "Wait! Abby put it back. It could be the Book of the Devil!"
Abigail chuckled, "What? Betty can't honestly believe that nonsense, right?"
"Abigail, this is no jest. Pull it back!" Betty pleaded with her cousin
Abigail rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Okay! If it makes you happy, I'll put it away," Abigail said as she put the book back in the hole.
Once that's finished, Abigail and Betty head back to Salem, but not before Abigail hears whispers in her head.
As days passed, Abigail couldn't stop thinking about the book in the woods. One day, she retrieves the book and learns its dark secrets. After being struck with illness along with Betty, Abigail gains unimaginable power. Remembering the cruelty of the children and the adults, she exacts punishment on Salem. With a few words, she weaved hysteria and chaos in Salem. However, her cruelty extended to innocence.
Until that faithful day
April 1693
The moonless night cast the forboding vestige in the forest. Betty walks through the grove with a lantern to light her way. She knows this is foolish. Her very soul beckons her to leave while she has the chance. Yet, she couldn't let this continue. The hangings, the lies, the insanity, this must end.
Betty mustered all of her courage can and yelled, "Abigail!"
She waits for a response, then hears Abigail's voice from behind.
"Boo!"
Betty yelped as Abigail laughed at her cousin's reaction.
"Oh, the look on your face. Hilarious!"
Betty gasped as she looked at Abigail's white hair with a few strands of hazel and her left eye being a bloody red.
"Why the grim face, cousin? You should be happy! We have Salem under our control." The witch cheered as she danced.
Betty grabbed Abigail by the hand and said, "Abigail, you were always there to protect me. I'm happy to have you as part of my family."
Abigail gave a big grin.
"Awww, Betty, I would do anything for y-"
"But this isn't you, Abby."
Abigail looked confused at Betty.
"Abigail, this is wrong. The curses, the lies, and the hangings, it needs to stop."
"B-but I did all of it for us. Weren't you tired of the adults' self-righteous hypocrisy? Or tired of being picked on while the grownups do nothing? We hold power now, Betty. US!"
Betty shakes her head.
"Yeah, b-but I didn't ask for this. Besides, not all adults are horrible. Mrs. Nurse was good to us. Why did she have to die?!"
"SHE WAS IN THE WAY!" Abigail yelled, which scared Betty.
"She knew about our practice. I gave her a chance, and Rebecca spat at it. What would happen if she told the town about our coven? You, me, Mary, and all the girls would be hanging at that tree!"
Betty was silent for a moment.
"If this is what you will do for me, I rather meet my executioner."
Abigail was stunned at Betty's words, then giggled almost frantically.
"You don't mean that, Betty. Please, take it back."
"N-no." Betty shuttered
Abigail's face twisted to a dark scowl.
"Elizabeth, don't make me ask twice. Take. It. Back."
Betty steeled herself as she looked into Abigail's demonic eyes.
"No."
Abigail breathed out a black mist as she said, "$Ʊвмî$$îøи."
Her body felt as if a giant hand was holding her. It feels as if her body is slowly crushing her.
"Abigail! Please let me go!"
"Shut up! I did this for you, Betty! I just wanted to protect you!"
As Abigail felt her rage consuming her, her heart sank as Betty shed a tear.
"Abigail, you're hurting me..."
Abigail's eyes water as she sees her cousin she cherishes suffer by her hand.
"яэLэΔ$э."
Betty's body eased as she softly landed back on the ground. She coughed as she gained her breath.
Abigail looks at the night sky as she felt being judged by God.
"I'm a monster. I'm sorry, Betty."
Betty looks at Abigail and sees a self-defeating expression.
"I wanted to save you, yet I became what I hated."
Betty yelled, "No! Abigail, you're not a-"
"No, Betty. I am. My soul is tainted, and I tried to drag you down with me. But I'm okay with being a monster. I'm brilliant, effective, and maybe a little insane." Abigail gave a slightly unhinged giggle
Then she turned and prepared to leave.
"Betty, while history will remember me as a witch. As Heaven will hate you forever, know I'll always love you."
Abigail turns to Betty with tears in her crimson eyes.
"And that's the truth."
Present Day
Abigail sighed as she looked into Sekhmet's eyes.
"You remind me of the people back in Salem. So entitled and hypocritical, it's all the same. In fact, I couldn't imagine any deity seeing you as a friend."
Sekhmet growls defiantly at the witch.
"Now, before I kill you, I want to know that this is your fault. You could've forfeited while, but too late for mercy."
Abigail summons a jagged, blackened wooden spear in the air pointing at Sekhmet.
"Any last words, cat?"
Sekhmet, however, slowly chuckled, much to the audience's surprise.
"You think you're the only one willing to do unholy things to your enemies? Stupid child, I was once a goddess of beauty and maternity. I gave it up to punish your kind hubris. We're not alike because I let myself become a monster while you're a slave to it!"
Abigail gritted her teeth as the spear launched toward the goddess and pierced her abdomen. The gods gasp in horror as they feel that this is the end.
"Hehehehe," Ra gradually laughs until it gets louder.
"Ra! Have you lost your mind?! Sekhmet is dead!" Huitzilopochtli spat
Ra gave the Aztec war god a devilish smug grin.
"Oh no, my daughter is just getting started."
In the arena, Sekhmet smiles a bloody grin.
"Why are you smiling?" Abigail asked, slightly unnerved
Sekhmet licked the blood from her lips and said to Abigail, "Tell me, witch. Did you really think I wouldn't agree to fight me at night without knowing what today's moon is?"
Before she could question, Abigail noticed a red hue painting Salem. She looks up and sees the moon becoming scarlet, giving a foreboding aura in the arena.
"Now, Abigail. What is a witch to the mother of all vampires!"
Sekhmet's eyes bleed, and soon her body becomes engulfed in blood.
"What is this?" Abigail yelled
According to the myth, When Ra sent Sekhmet to punish humanity for their sins against him. She tasted the blood of humans and became a creature that thrives off of slaughter. So the river turned red from Sekhmet's carnage. What the myth didn't tell us, however, was that those who drank from the river lost their humanity after they did so. Their teeth became lion fangs. Their bodies unaging. Their hearts turn to stone. They became the first blood drinkers and held Sekhmet as their queen!
Emerging from the blood is Sekhmet, now with claret eyes, long, sleek horns with golden rings, and large, leathery wings. She is wearing a black and gold gauntlet connected to golden pauldrons, metallic red scale mail bra top, uesekh, black and red loincloth, and clawed armored boots.
Sekhmet: Queen of the Blood River
Sekhmet removed the spear from her abdomen, and her wound healed miraculously.
Sekhmet sighed happily, showing off her long fangs.
"Oh, how I miss this."
Sekhmet smirks demonically at Abigail.
"Now, dear Abigail. I wonder what your blood will taste like."