Don't fear the Reaper.

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This is a contest entry. Dark witches make a terrible mistake, and pay for it.
(I am not trying to make Pagans look bad, this is just a story about witches using energies for dark purposes.)

Submitted: October 10, 2013

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They gathered around the fire. It was Samhain. The night the Dark witches were going to show the young Dark witches the Reaper. It was a cold dark night and the hunters moon was out. The Dark witches met with the Reaper every year at Samhain, and there were two new Dark witches.

“Do you have the Light witch?” Lilith,  The head of the clan asked Amaris.

“Yes, I have her.” Amaris gestured to the girl on the flat rock next to the fire. This girl looked like a fox. She had blue eyes that are like lapis lazuli. Her thick, curly, gold hair was worn in a style that would make someone think of the petals of a flower. She was very short and had an angular build. Her skin was pale, and her small feet and hands were bound separately.

Lilith looked over the small girl, “Good, Reaper will like her.” The small girl’s eyes widened in fear, but she kept quiet.

Amaris motioned for the other women to get prepared for the ritual. They scattered around, grabbing potions and the grimoire. As they assembled again, the girl screamed out. The cloth around her mouth had been removed, and a freshly made gash that was two inches long was bleeding from her arm. The two new Dark witches, Elvira and Guinevere, looked at the light witch with a bit of sorrow. Adrienne knelt next to the girl to collect the blood. Adrienne had slanted brown eyes that were two pieces of chocolate. Her thin, wavy, gold hair was neck length and was worn in an exotic style. She had a light tan, and was an average height.

“The spell!” Lilith shouted at Amaris. Amaris looked like a cobra. She had round silver eyes. Her fine, neck-length hair was the color of coffee with cream, and was worn in a bun. She was very tall. She had a light tan, and prominent cheekbones. She jerked her head to Izora. Lilith raised her eye brows at Izora, waiting for the book. 

Izora walked around the fire to hand Lilith the book. Lilith took the book, flipping through pages.  She passed through, Orb mirrors of scrying, The Door of Fortuitous Heat, Dragons' Innocence, Haunter's Charisma, Ritual of Sneaking Transformation, and finally came to the spell she was looking for: The Chaotic Ceremony of summoning  the Reaper. Elvira held her potion close to her. This girl had almond-shaped green eyes that were like grapes. Her silky, straight, red hair was waist-length. She had a graceful build. Her skin was light-colored.. Guinevere did the same. She was a mystical woman,  and had azure eyes. Her straight, beige hair was worn in a style that looked like a mask. She had an Amazonian build, and her skin was deeply tanned.

Lilith started chanting in a sing-song voice.

Reaper here our words,

Reaper come to us out of the fire,

Reaper take our offering,

Reaper take this small bird,

Reaper we have laid a girl on the pyre,

Reaper take our offering.”

Lilith was seductive girl had beady eyes the color rusted iron. Her fine, straight, milky white hair was medium-length. She was tall, had a feminine build, and her skin was cream-colored. Her voice was like wine on a hot night. She chanted the words again, but Izora, Amaris, and Adrienne chanted with her. Guinevere and Elvira joined in after the third time they chanted, but the third time was the last.

 Lilith nodded at Izora. Izora  was the type of woman that put you in mind of a precise mechanism. She had gray eyes, and her curly, medium-length hair was the color of chestnuts. She was short and her skin was Pale. 

“First,” Izora spoke, “The Potion of the Lost Undead's Drink of Acid Shields.” Guinevere threw her potion into the fire. “Next, Worldly Envenomed Potion.” Elvira threw her potion in to the fire. “And last,” Izora threw her potion in to the fire, “Potion of the Heavenly Undead.”

Adrienne pored the blood in to the fire in a spiral motion. “The blood of the girl has been offered. Come Reaper! Gift us with your presence!”

The fire swirled up, whooshing, turning blue, and very hot. The fox like girl screamed. The fire was right next to her face, almost touching her. The fire became embers as a man appeared. He was creepy in an unsettling attractive way. His eyes were chunks of jade. His hair was the color of black coffee, and  he was pale.

Lilith smiled. “Hello Reaper.” The Reaper looked at Lilith, “Hello Lilith. Is it that time of year again?” Lilith smiled even wider, “Yes, and we brought you a girl this time.”

Reaper looked at the fox like girl. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was open. He smiled, “She’ll be a nice touch to the other world.” He looked now around the circle. “Ah, new Dark witches.”

At this Lilith snapped out of her flirtatious act. “Yes. You’ll see them next year too. Now, take the girl before she bleeds out.”  

Reaper glared at Lilith. “She is a long way away from bleeding out, I’d like to meet the new Dark witches.”

Lilith was enraged. “You forget, Reaper, that we are the ones letting you be in the mortal world at this moment in time. We could send you back without an offering.”

The amulet Reaper wore pulsed on his bare chest. “And you forget that I could leave without this offering, taking another of my choice.”

Lilith bowed her head, “Talk to the girls if you wish.”

Reaper smiled, then turned to the new Dark witches. “Guinevere and Elvira,” He looked over the girls. “Yes, I think tonight will be the night.” 

Elvira and Guinevere’s eyes widened in fear. “Don’t fear the Reaper.” Lilith spoke directly to the girls. “It only makes him stronger.” 

At this, Reaper smiled. “Yes Lilith, and there is enough fear, that I can break free.”

Lilith’s eyes widened, but the narrowed. “Damn you Reaper! You didn’t have enough fear!”

Reaper laughed, “Yes, but now I do.” He stepped over the circle toward Lilith.

Lilith tried to step back away from Reaper, but he grabbed her arm. She jerked and struggled, but her strength was no match for his. He grabbed her head and her chin, then snapped her neck. Elvira screamed, making Reapers head look toward her. He smiled, disappearing and reappearing behind her. He snapped her neck the same way he had broken Lilith’s. The other girls screamed, except the fox girl. They all tried to flee, but the circle had turned against them when Reaper had stepped out of the embers. They were trapped.

Reaper grabbed the Athame Adrienne had left on the ground. He slowly walked towards Amires, taking his time, feeling her fear. He reached her, putting the knife to her throat, slowly cutting it. The blood ran down, staining her green cloak. Reaper chanted some words, and the Athame became a sword. He swung and chopped Amires’s head clear off her body. He laughed, as the others fear grew bigger.

He swung and cut till all the girls but the fox like girl was left. The sword was again an Athame. Reaper placed it on the dirt covered ground next to the rock the fox girl had been set on. “You accept death Light witch?” The fox girl nodded, “I know I have no other choice, and I would rather accept death then die a painful, fearful one.”

Reaper smiled at the fox girl. “Well are you ready to go then?”

The fox girl stared up at Reaper confused. “Am I not going to die first?”

Reaper shook his head, “You’ll live there with me, I could use the company.” He scooped her up into his arms, walking back into the embers. He started to chant as Lilith had done,

I have heard these witches words,

I have come out of the fire,

I have taking the offering,

The girl that was on the pyre,

Now she is not an offering,

But mine.”

The fire whooshed up around them, as it had done when Reaper had came to the witches before. When it died down, Reaper and the fox girl were gone. The remains of the Dark witches were left on the ground. The trees rang with the chant of Reaper,

I have heard these witches words,

I have come out of the fire,

I have taking the offering,

The girl that was on the pyre,

Now she is not an offering,

But mine.”

 


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