Nadine Mors

"Oh Dark Lord; The Lost One, Renegade of Heavens, King of the Night, Overwatcher of the deeps Hell, here are your serfs calling at you from a hint of wisdom, let us see the glimpse of our fates, here on the flames, whisper into our ears." Called Nora. Then the book of Shadows hatched into flames, first red and then black with a small aura of white in the center of the blames.Then the flames started to whisper.

     "Azmaria, Azmaria beware! , yours will be the dark war when the Cleansing begins and the chosen ones will retake the earth for themselves. She is to guide again. and beware... if the knight succeeds, your shrouds will be filled with ashes and thorns, And the Judas Chair will be waiting for you all to purge your failures." Soon the flames turned off and the book of shadow closed itself again.

     "Well that was anticlimactic" answer Big Jo, the witch was fat and big, as a boar. Her hair was greasy and gray. her eyes dark, moonfaced and full of wrinkles.

     "The Judas Chair?" asked Vanilla, the young acolyte of Nora. She was one of the newest acquisition for the coven and a new bloodline to explore, the girl had big round blue eyes, with long silky blond hair, her face was slim and heart shaped. With a small blush on her cheeks. The girl was perfect. And that was whar irritated Nadine the most.

     "Quiet everyone" Said Nora. "I will check with the Elder Mother, to unveil the riddle of the prophecy. Until that moment you will have to lower your profile, Understand?"

     "There is nothing to unravel" said Cloe "We all know what the prophecy means, it means Azmaria will return. The prophecy will become real and one of us will be the new vessel for Azmaria's soul and power. This is for that we were waiting my sisters. We do not have to hide anymore, once Azmaria's Spirit impregnate us, no one would longer oppose us, not the Vatican nor secret orders, not crypts and specially no longer witch hunters."

      That was a good speech, but Nadine was skeptical to all of this. The Order was no longer a threat not if the Dark War begins, for over centuries demons had their breed with humans, more and more demons had been piled up inside the sturdy walls of Pandemonium. When they start their war, the killing of their own kind only the winners, the survivors. Will leave Pandemonium and retake the earth. And unless an army of angels descend into the earth, the mankind will be sweep away.

      Nadine was the only one whom really feared the coming war. She was not a hardcore witch like Cloe, not into the spells, the curses and sacrificing little children. she was more reserved because of his job inside the coven. And not so many witches wanted her job. With an exception of her acolyte; Brooke.

      The meeting end sooner this time. When Nadine finished dressed herself up, she looks up for her daughter, Berline was no longer watching T.V. And nowhere to be found, Nadine started to freak out. Most of the objects inside the Manor where cursed. She told the girl so many times to not explore, she was not a witch jet, to young and tender to understand the true malice of the Witch Path. She searched for her until she saw her, at garden and at her side was Cloe. They were looking directly into the darkness in the woods. As the backyard was already connected to the forest. Nadine run fast until she met them.

     Cloe crazy eyes where sparkling she had her hands over Berline small shoulders.

    "What are you doing?" asked Nadine

    "Aunty Cloe is going to show me her pet" answer Berline.

    "Your pet?" asked Nadine.

    "Yeah, is a cute little piggy and I want Berline to know him" answered Cloe.

    Then it came to the light, that thing. It was a man, or looked with black dripping goo, the bare chested and the head of a pig. Her legs resemble a goat. But grunt like a pig.

     "What the hell is that thing!" Nadine shouted.

     "Is my pet" answer Cloe. With a tranquil voice. The Pigman just started to whining. From the injure he has on his chest, at the thorax and the head there were several shoots. Perhaps made by a hunter...or else.

     "Oh no!, my cutie, you got wounded by a meanie hunter?" asked Cloe. The Pigman grunted again. Then Cloe stick her fingers inside the bullet wounds and take away the bullet, she felted her fingers starting to hatch fire, the burn at the tact with the bullet surface, and then she threw it on the lawn.

    "Fuck sake!" Cursed Cloe, Nadine smirked,

    "What happened?" asked Nadine.

"    The bullet, it hurts! That shit burned me!" Cloe exclaimed in pain. Nadine took the tissue she had inside her pocket and took the bullet. The bullet was carved with nordic runes and the reek of black iron and a hint of silver.

     "Shit" Nadine cursed in quiet voice.

     "What?" asked Cloe.

     "Witch hunters" replied Nadine.