The barstool at Rossaue's swiveled by its own accord, a force so brute and quick it could only be done with one form, magic.

The patron sitting beside it looked up from his whiskey, immediately darting his vision into one of pure suspicious as the chair was sat upon. His eyes went from the seat of the chair being obscured to the long legs, sultry outfit, tattooed arms, and finally the angelic face that smiled at him with bright red lips.

"Are you stupid or are you cocky?" Marcel Gerard spoke to her, not an ounce of fear in his demeanor as she casually finished off his drink and set down the glass. "Doesn't matter, you'll be dead now because witches don't do magic in the Quarter, especially not near me."

The women's smile did not deter either and Marcel noticed how not a crack of fear was seen in her armor as she leaned over the bar, plucking the whiskey bottle from the other side of him and also taking an extra glass. She poured herself one, impatiently forcing the ebony skinned man to wait as she poured until the glass was half full and then set the bottle down.

She lifted the glass, offering him a cheers and as Marcel anxiously stared at her unreadable expression he gave in, knocking his glass against her as she drank half of the alcoholic beverage. With a clatter of the wooden table the glass was set down and she looked at him, "I'm not a witch."

"I've got a full bar of guys who beg to differ," he contradicted, not once taking his eyes off who he deemed to be enemy number 1, despite none of her actions seeming to want cause him harm.

Her lips twitched and at first glance Marcel thought she was finally breaking and coming to her senses but it only took a longer second to realize she was holding back laughter until finally she allowed a small chuckle. Her head tilted to the side, eyes glancing off into the crowd as she said, "I don't think your men saw anything."

Marcel followed her line of vision to see everyone in the bar had frozen and the room had grown considerably cold. There was a dead silence in the room, one only heard in graveyards and at the bottom of the ocean. This wasn't magic she was displaying, no form he had ever seen could cause this type of action to occur without at least a coven pulling the strings and since Davina hadn't informed him of the presence of magic in his kingdom there was something different at play here. Marcel never feared anyone, he had been raised that way after all, but this women peaked something he hadn't felt much since before taking over the city, caution.

He turned back, hand gripping glass tighten then ever and spoke calmly, "what are you?"

The witch gave him a cocky smile, her head tilting to the side as she relaxed further into the chair, "Marcel Gerard, let me tell you a story."

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"Murder! That was probably the best part about being on earth." Lucifer hummed in happiness, finally having picked from what he called a basket of marvelous advantages when in the real world. His pointer finger had lifted in the direction of the dark haired female who grinned at him with acceptance.

"Don't you ever get tired of talking about that stupid world," she scoffed in return, lifting her bare legs up on the leather couch and wrapping her arms around them. Her gaze dropped, the hard wood floors of their dungeon were worn down, scratches and breaks in the dark matter. She stayed silent, tracing her eyes over the jagged lines that crossed here and there.

"My dearest Medusa, don't you ever get tired of moping around," the blonde angel countered, structured jaw pronounced when he grinned her way. He knew her like the back of his hand at this point, with all the centuries they'd spent together it was no wonder the two had grown close. Lucifer and Medusa were two people from different spectrums and although it seemed they were in no way compatible give it a few millennia and they were best friends practically.

Medusa chose to ignore his statement, the howls of pain and suffering outside their castle walls like distant whispers to them this high up. Yes, they were damned souls and never to step foot off the underworld but that didn't mean they lived their whole lives in torture. Hades wasn't as cruel as his siblings and despite Zeus being the boss he still did whatever he wanted inside his kingdom of the dead which meant that friends like Medusa and Lucifer stayed in his castle and occasionally ordered the damned human souls around.

Cersei was off somewhere with him, probably torturing the souls in the 4th circle, pushing them continuously into the gold as they reached for her help. Whenever she was bored she often went there or to any of the other circles, Hades often left her behind to entertain herself, she always found her way back to the castle eventually.

"Hades should be back soon, father knows he'll be wanting to eat." Lucifer spoke again, breaking the silence of the room as he stood from his seat and dropped the book onto the table. He was reading through this centuries literature, a teenage romance  he claimed, although he didn't seem at all taken by the story judging by the way his nose crinkled every few moments; Lucifer wasn't one to leave things unfinished though so now he had to endure the literature. "Why do young humans think love is the most valuable thing? Where is the blood and death? Where is the violence, Lu Xung would be disappointed."

"He wrote about cannibals Lucifer, I don't think he has much of a say in literature."

"Always killing my fun, Cerces at least pretends to like my jokes." He snapped back, his shoes stomped against the wooden floors, pulling the two cuffs of his suit down. "Falling from grace was less painful then waiting for these two idiots to get back."

"Careful, Hades will throw you out there without a care," Medusa warned him, she pulled her white dress down, cursing the gods for forcing into such ridiculous circumstances. Although Lucifer was much more vocal about things she harbored the same amount of fury for all things. Hades was considerably nicer given the circumstances but even he had his moments of pure insanity, and those usually came in the evenings. Besides the obvious rules of not escaping the Underworld there was one he never wanted broken, each evening the 4 of them would have dinner together, and everyone would dress in their best. Usually the slaves of the castle would bring the food up eventually, although this was only when Hades was present in his home. Medusa and the two others were smart enough to go along with what little the God of the Underworld wanted from them and thus subjected themselves to feasts every night. Lucifer preferred the realm of the underworld to that of Hell, he left all of that to Cade.

Lucifer swiveled on his heel, stepping closer towards the brunette and lifting his hand to wrap around her black locks. They were harmless now, pieces of dark hair just like when she had been human, not a serpent in site. He still remembered when she had first been condemned, how Hades had kept her locked away in a cage, and only when one was blindfolded would they be allowed to enter. It had taken Cerces a few dozen years to perfect the curse and even longer to teach her but eventually Medusa was able to control the snakes. Her eyes trailed towards the outstretched hand, glossy hair falling from his grasp and dropping back onto her shoulder. Lucifer whispered softly, "how I wish you still allowed even one serpent to roam free.

Medusa hummed in agreement, she missed her Serpents, although they casted a life of solitude upon their arrival at the very least they comforted her. Lucifer was immune to their powers, being the most powerful angel meant that magic wasn't prone to him which is likely why they became friends in the first place. "I miss them too, doesn't mean I'm allowed to let them out."

"Hades would have your head... again." Lucifer teased, the two walking through the dark corridors of his home. The king of the underworld was many things, but a lover of the dramatics was likely the most significant. His kingdom was in the stages of decomposition, pieces of flowers were ripping apart and the floors were scattered with dust. With Summer coming to a close soon enough the castle would fill of life and vibrant floral arrangements, a sign that Persephone was present and with her she's brought light. Hades anxiously awaited his queen now, the few weeks before her arrival he was considerably irritable and this year had been no different. He had muttered something about double checking the arrangements for their quarters, addressing any necessities his queen would need.

Come hell or high water Persephone never failed to meet her husband every fall, even when the gods turned their backs to the humans and enclosed themselves high up it didn't matter, she was always on time. Persephone was nice, a sincerity that forced even the fallen angel, the gorgon, and goddess to instantly take a liking to her.

Medusa and Lucifer turned the corner, finding the first to greet their ears a particularly strange noise, like a buzzing echoing from the formers quarters.

"What is that?" Medusa stilled, eyes a little wider as she tried to imagine the million and one things that could be waiting.

Lucifer placed his hands inside the pockets of her pantsuit, huffing aloud, "well it can't be anything scarier then us, relax, it's probably one of the idiot servants."

Medusa felt silly, the drop in her stomach now pushed into the furthest corner of her mind even though it didn't disappear when she was assured it could not harm her. They both walked towards her corridor, pushing the heavy door back and both finding a portal opened by the corner of her bed.

Lucifer whistled lowly, holding the door open as his associate walked in and stood at the shore. Her heels shoes were centimeters from touching, head tilted down as she found the strange black waves crashing against one another in hard octaves. Her ears pricked, delicately piecing apart the different sounds and behind the fuzzing she heard it.

"What the hell is this doing here," Lucifer scoffed, fearlessly stepping near. His mouth was set in a frown, annoyance at it clear in his facial expression.

"Listen!" Medusa scolded, lifting a finger to her red coated lips.

Lucifer stared at her, eyes narrowing at the authoritative tone in her voice before he complied. It didn't take him long to notice though, to push past the initial sound of static and waves and then he found it, like finding a needle in a stack of needles it was there, the chanting.

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"What if it doesn't work?" One of the younger witches questioned lowly, pushing the stack of candles in her hand around the stone tub. She aligned them perfectly, speaking to her friend as they were the only two present. The brunette witch was skeptical, her brown eyes read nuisance as she continued on in the task she had been forced into.

Her blonde haired friend turned back, pulling her forearm across her forehead to rid of the sweat coating, her hands were too dirty from cleaning the tub to even think about touching. Her nose crinkled at all the litter she had cleaned up and then looked back to her friend to answer, "then they fail and we get paid nothing for this ridiculous work."

"I still don't understand why it has to be here," the other responded, looking around the old crypt. It was the definition of macabre, engraved snakes with spider webs across the ceiling, and a decaying mural painted on the wall above them. Each wall was so dirty you couldn't make out what the initial color was, the place being so neglected it would have taken them years to restore it.

And yet it still remained one of the most protected crypts in the New Orleans Cemetery, bounded with spells and hidden from human view this had been the first time it'd been open in centuries.

The two teenage witches felt the hairs on the back of their necks stand straight up when their mothers had signed them up for the duty of cleaning and preparing the place. They were suspicious at first, the witches of New Orleans were known for their sacrifices to the gods but after a few hours neither had seemed to find their death in the crypt so they had gotten to work and ignored the eerie vibe inside.

A flurry of footsteps approached them just as the blonde hauled the last bag of trash out and the other placed the last candle. When they heard the newcomers both quickly stood, ducking their hands in respect to the elders.

Bastianna and Agnes were at the forefront of the group, their group of warlocks towing boxes behind them as well and then the rest of the clan came in.

The teenage witches suddenly seemed frightened as eyes fell on them, the brunette slinking closer to her friend as Agnes eyed her and spoke, "because child, this is the only place we can open the realms."

"The veil?" The blonde spoke with hesitance.

"No," Bastianna answered, her face blank of emotion, "we mean the realms. Another place beyond our world, a place where all evil goes. We must begin if we want to enter."

The girls blinked once and suddenly the room was flooded with witches, powerful ones, leaders in the community, even their own parents but there was something in particular that they had noticed...

Not one of them was of their age.

The girls seemed to have found this out together as they edged away, finding that they preferred the silence of the crypt to the hoards of witches now glancing at them from the corner of their eyes.

They began to creep away from the tub, leaning further and further towards the exit that both screamed incredibly loud when the hiss of snakes was introduced. The girls turned, finding themselves instantly shoved back towards the tub and also discovering that hordes of snakes were being dumped into the molding. They were being dropped from plastic containers, tubs filled to the brim with snakes of all different species. Once they hit the bottom they'd begin to move around, failing to reach out and then finding themselves being drowned as jugs of water began to fall over them soon enough.

The blonde managed to dart her eyes away, cringing from the hisses and rattles to finding the walls were being cleaned, torches placed in the holdings around the room, and bags of trash being sent out.

It took the entire group less then five minutes to clean the rest, soon enough the room was revealed to be of white marble, and the mural was of a gate, with large words engraved into the center of it.

Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes.

The blonde knew very little of the old language, but even so she had been told enough times just what that meant.

Her hand reached out to the brunettes, death grip forcing the girl to look back at her friend's ready expression and knowing exactly what she wanted to say. Let's go.

They unfortunately never managed to excite as Bastianna spoke loudly, "alright, it's time."

She was handed a blade, and soon enough the rest where pulling their own out, all but the teenage girls. They went to scream, picturing Caesar's brutal death by his most trusted allies and just as they prepared for death they found that no one reached for them, instead every witch and warlock pressed the balde to their palms and drew blood. They chanted something unspoken in centuries, dropping their blood into the tub until enough of it had tinted the color.

The girls reached out towards their parents when they passed but each brushed them off and retook their original place. Both females awaited for an acknowledgment of their existence from the elders, not receiving a single glance until they were the only two left.

Bastianna looked up at them, "well?"

The brunette swallowed thickly, "well what?"

"Aren't you going to participate?"

"Do we have a choice?" The blonde spoke with slightly fury at them all.

Bastianna looked at Agnes, the eldest witches taking a silent moment and then glancing back to them with only one silent response. "No."

And before the two young girls could respond or even process they were grabbed, throats being slit and soul being sacrificed all before they even managed to scream out. A gurgled heave left them both, blood soaking the ridge of the raised tub as both were forced to look down into the tainted water full of snakes and with one final shove the last thing they managed to make out was the water slapping their skin, snakes biting at their flesh as they touched the base, and the chants from the witches growing louder.

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"Humans, can't ever do anything by themselves. Even when they have a boost they always seem to want something else." Lucifer sneered, stepping back as the chanting continued.

"What do we do?" Medusa ignored his comment, crossing her arms as she tuned out the chant.

"What do you do," he countered, sitting on her bed. "They're not chanting my name, those aren't flaps of angel wings on the other side, those are snakes."

Medusa hadn't even noticed her name, granted, they were butchering it with their foreign tongue but even so she could hear the distinct name of hers being repeatedly spoken.

"What do they want with me?" She scoffed, rhetorical question aimed at nothing but the sheer need to voice her thoughts.

Even so Lucifer thought it over, standing from his spot and bumping his hip against her own. "Does it matter? Go! This is your chance!"

"Hades." She deadpanned, reminding him that no smarter what the king was still their ruler.

This did little to affect him, he scoffed and stood from the bed, coming closer and turning her around. Medusa gasped as her hips connected with his own, back pressing into his torso as Lucifer looped one arm around her waist and pressed the other to her jaw. His callous fingers moved her face down, looking towards the tidal waves and focusing on the chanting as his head pressed itself between the crevice of her shoulder and neck. Medusa loathed being touched, they all did, but she particularly hated someone being to close and for the better part of all their friendship Lucifer had never disrespected this unspoken rule. She hissed under her breath, a slow cowl much like a cobra's indicating that there was now rage burning beneath her skin.

Lucifer ignored this, speaking quickly, "Hades said it was impossible to leave but if we did then luck be with us. Read between the lines Medusa, this is your way out for good."

She thought about it, ignoring the prickles her skin grew the longer he touched her and instead focused on the angels words. He was right, of course he was. Hades words repeated in her head from their first encounter, the lay down of the law so to speak.

Lucifer purred like a cat when he noticed her body begin to relax, a motion that indicated she was agreeing to his idea and so he decide it was best to go on. "I say you dive in, see what's waiting for you on the other side, what's the worst it could be? We've seen all the realms, the witches have very little power compared to what Cersei has taught you. Go, save yourself from this wretched place like we once dreamed but don't you dare forget me." Medusa pushed him away, gently as if to grant him the understanding and Lucifer complied, pulling away and then standing beside her. He could see she was on the verge of jumping, the tip of her tongue burning with the words of agreement and all he needed to do was seal the deal, remind her of why. "Destroy the world, the gods are gone. My fathers gone and when you're done you can live in the aftermath. And if anyone smites you again then what's the worst that can happen? You'll end up here again, dead humanity or not."

Medusa blinked, finding herself at the point of no return, an exit with no turn around. She smirked, eyeing the man and for once seeing him as everything he was, the beautiful truth of an angel.

"Realm for a realm?" Her eyebrow raised, letting Lucifer know that she ready.

The handsome angel smiled at her, his blue eyes suddenly flickering to their true color of a complete red, "don't your forget the deal. I'm ready to kill my own lot of them."

Medusa nodded at him, her goodbye short as she lifted one foot and fell out of hell.

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Drowning was never serene, drowning was cruel and harsh no matter what species you were.

Medusa felt her lungs burning as the capacity of air became less and less as she floated in sheer darkness. Despite her burning lungs and weighing arms she pressed forward, swimming into nothingness until two sheer bodies began to near her. She quickly realized that she was in a tunnel, and at the very end was the lights of blue water, turquoise in color and much more inviting then the ones she was finding herself in at the moment. Her feet kicked, arms outstretched as she swam faster and stronger, ignoring the bodies until they were close enough to make out features.

And then she took them in, girls, young girls not much older then the age she had died at. Their eyes were closed, but even so she could tell how unprepared they had been for all of this and the fear that must have crossed their veins. One life hadn't been enough, and a very special sacrifice needed to be done, one of pure innocence. Their faces were still twisted in that of fear, and even in death that seemed not to go away as they flowed away into the river, descending down towards the Underworld.

Medusa had never been one to care for others or perhaps she had been once on earth and over time had forgotten but whatever the case may be it startled her to feel such remorse, to feel their innocence poor over her until it clung to her skin and shifted with all her own emotions. For eons she had felt nothing but an empty void of rage and finally now she had more then a few gods to throw it at, she had an actual target.

The image of those two girls was implemented in the back of her mind as she furiously kicked towards the end, vowing that whoever had gave her life would repay with death.

All of them.

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The witches continue to chant, the blood of the girls flowing into the stone, forcing the dark waters to turn a bright blue. It was the entrance to the underworld, the state of limbo as a soul fought its way back, pursing the open portal.

They did not deter, forcing themselves into a continuous loop the brighter the water grew and finally something began to rise. From the center, the water parted like waves, crashing against the stones until the water began to overflow and made way for the only person in centuries the spell of the dead had worked for.

Medusa arise, eyes closed and lips painted a bright red the witches immediately turned their backs, a gasp escaping them all. Most found themselves shocked the spell had worked, and now fearful of what this actually meant.

Bastianna pulled a silk scarf from her pocket, tying it around her eyes and adjusting just to ensure her life.

A gasp louder then all of them was heard, the stirring of water followed as Medusa awoke from the brief sleep she had endured and her alert eyes took in the land of the living once again.

Death didn't reek in the air, it was no longer a sweltering hundred degrees every waking moment, one for once she was met with unfamiliar territory. Her eyes roamed the planes, finding herself trapped in a stone structure and by a massive pile of bodies.

She flickered her eyes around from the dark cloaked bodies, to the murals and the familiar entrance to Hades gates greeting her. Her eyes narrowed, remembering how long ago it must have been when she saw that for the first time again.

She sucked in gulps of air, standing from the cold water until the white dress she wore clung to her legs and hair. The humans were of little interest to her at first, nothing more then an assortment of nuisances in her view as she took in everything but eventually she came around to them and noticed how theirs backs were turned towards her and some were cowering in their stance.

Oh right, she thought, the hair.

With a roll of her eyes she debated wether to speak or continue to terrorize them, they knew nothing about her control over her hair now, they simply knew nothing about her.

With a brief thought at how stupid these witches were to conjure something as powerful as her without knowing every inch of her existence she finally spoke, "what is the meaning of this?"

From behind her Bastianna took a step out of the coven, eyes closed she stayed, "Medusa, you have been resurrected to help us rid this world of monsters! We have helped you escape damnation and now you will help us escape the chains we are put under!"

Medusa didn't like her tone, in fact she felt the control over her hair slowly slipping and a snap from her hair escape. She looked to her right shoulder and found a lock hissing at the women, itching to turn her to stone for even thinking she could order her. "And what makes you believe I'd ever do your bidding old women. I could kill you all right here and send you down to Hades for killing those two girls."

The women seemed to have expected this response, "did you really expect us to be such idiots? You will do as we say or we will bring you more misery here."

Her concentration slipped and with that her hair molded into black snakes, hisses running amuck as she herself allowed one to escape her gritted teeth and stated, "you do not order me! I am not your damn mutt!"

"Very well if that's how you would like it." The women spoke again and she dropped black powder into the tub, flinging it out so the substance was quick to mix into the water and turn all of it black.

Medusa only had the chance to look down as it began to bubble and fill the tub before she was screaming, loud yells of pain escaping her lips as she dropped to her knees and snakes of her hair silenced. Her skin felt like it was on fire, every inch of it felt like needles and flames were touching all at once. Her screams burned her dry lungs as her body became immobile and dropped for a second longer.

The pain subsided almost as quickly as it appeared and she lifted up, dry heaves escaping her lips as she looked at the women and decided that the time for massacres was now. As she went to escape the tub she found that silence followed, her hair had stopped its hissing, in fact she couldn't feel the control of the snakes any longer, they were gone.

"This powder, it was very hard to find and manufacture. The witches and I spent a fortune bringing it from the sands of Greece all the way here but it was well worth it. No snakes means no power, no power means you can't turn us into stone, and you're powerless until we say otherwise."

Medusa gritted her teeth, the sands of Greece were filled with her blood, her vanquish and most importantly her bones. They hadn't just wanted to use her, these witches were planning to take her captive until they saw fit. She snarled because as much as they thought they had the lead none of them knew what she was truly capable of.

Cersei hadn't just taught her any magic, she had given her the gods magic, one that didn't need spells or the access to draw from someone or something powerful because she was the power, she had Athena's touch in her. Magic wasn't just one from the earth for her now, it was harvested from her anger and retribution now, this was no longer just innocent magic.

Just as the leader of the coven lifted her arms to take off the scarf and her followers began to turn Medusa lifted her hands and with the sheer anger she pushed them all away. The force was like air in a tornado, with a giant pop everyone slammed against the nearest wall, instantly knocked unconscious. The room was silent then, Medusa happily accepting the small silence she gained as she looked down towards the wet water and noticed the yellow snake skirting around the surface.

She instantly recognized one of her child, plucking him out of the water the snake curled in her hand, hissing in pain as the water it had been set in was now poisoned. Medusa felt a small pit of sadness cross her when she noticed how more snakes were coming to the surface, all exotic creatures of her own dead now and she tallied their small lives to the witches.

She stepped out of the tub, allowing the snake a comfortable death in her palm as she looked down at the witches.

"They'll pay for what they've done." She vowed to the sea serpent, setting it down at the edge of the tub.

It would be so easy to kill them all now, to wake them and slit their throats one by one but she knew Lucifer would mock her for being too kind and Cersei would be ashamed she allowed their magic to enslave her.

Medusa had only one correct pathway, since they hadn't seen her face yet and already stepped out of bounds with her she was going to destroy them, every last coven and witch in the vicinity.

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I PRESENT TO YOU THE FIRST CHAPTER!
Hope you liked it!