Dark Souls

The Blood Witch

"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls." -Edgar Allen Poe 

In the year of 1998 Amaya Black was born surrounded by the coven under a black moon. It was hoped, like her father, she would bring peace and prosperity to the land they dwelled on. Amaya was hoped to be the leader of their coven's future. 

But she was instead sleeping paralysis, horrifying everyone awake, but unable to escape her. 

By the time Amaya was five, she was avoided by people. Her cold demeanor was not normal for a child. 

While a beautiful raven-haired, hazel-eyed little girl, she spoke too intelligently. She had no innocence in her eyes, no flush in her cheeks, her body while graceful moved always with a certain...abnormality. 

Cory grew quickly ashamed of his family. He refused to have more children with his wife and instead blamed her for how their daughter was born. Cory went to seek comfort in another witch's bed from their coven to avoid going home. 

In so in the years to follow, Amaya grew worse. 

Darker. 

She was a small little woman at first glance, but by ten she was a powerful witch. 

So powerful she uneased witches decades older. She seemed to excel faster in her studies, seemed to know more than she should for a child. 

When she was thirteen, a boy named Blake Armstrong, called her cute and kissed her without her permission. Amaya had stood still, stoic, and simply bored as he pulled away with a dumb cocky look on his face.

Amaya had smirked at him and kissed him passionately. Her tongue moving against his aggressively and as his hormones raced, the stupid boy didn't hear her muttered incantation, "Deja Fou." She then had run away giggling, like the little school girl she was. 

Weeks later it was told to everyone in hushed whispers, that Blake had lost his ever freaking mind. Not sleeping, not eating, his body restless as he became more snappy, temperamental, and pissed off at the littlest things. One night, he grabbed his father's shotgun, killed his mother, father, and little sister. 

He hung himself in his bedroom, tears rolling down his cheeks. 

It wasn't said out loud what had really happened. But everyone knew...

Tatia tried to bind her daughter's magic. But it didn't work, she just drained hers trying to contain such a large amount. 

When Amaya turned sixteen is when they could no longer handle her. 

Her "fun" as she called it, had bodies piled up at the morgue with no accurate way to describe the cause of death. 

Her coven took action and decided she must be killed. Sacrificed for the better good. 

Her father, eager to do so, wanted her magic to bleed into the earth so he could absorb it. He believed with all his selfish, self-centered little black heart it belonged to him anyway. 

Tatia tried to save her daughter, but she was restrained by the coven as her daughter was bound with dark bindings. Her clothes stripped from her body and her own father approached her with a viciously cruel smile. 

Cory looked down into the cool emotionless eyes of his daughter and sneered, "May you return where you came from demon spawn." 

Cory stabbed his daughter repeatedly in the abdomen. Shoving the blade so far into her stomach it cut open her back. 

So hard he broke her rib. When Cory pulled back, her blood covering his face, the coven stayed silent as the young girl's limp body lay on the forest floor, broken and bloody. 

Everyone started to slowly disperse, Cory roughly grabbing his wife by the hair and sneering in her face, "A pathetic, crying w***e is all you are!" Slapping her he started to rant some more. But then suddenly a dark presence took over the air. 

It hung like a bad odor and when Cory slowly turned he was faced with his demon eyed daughter. 

Before he could utter a curse or even a protection spell, Amaya lifted her hand in and slit his throat with her witch's claws. Blackened from her previous horrible deeds.

Amaya's red eyes remained impassive as she drank her father's blood, his youth. The coven unable to move, unable to speak, just stood in horror watching the demon feast.  Amaya made her rounds through the coven, she killed all of them. Sucking their youth and power violently from their bodies. 

Drinking their blood and then throwing them to the ground like an empty Gatorade bottle. 

When the last witch standing was her mother, Amaya didn't attack. She instead healed her mother's throbbing head and placed a hand over her heart. "Thank you, mother." She whispered softly. 

Tatia looked at her little girl confused, "For what?" Amaya sighed as her mother's appearance became more youthful, more radiant. "For caring for me. You are pardoned, may our paths never cross again." 

Tatia watched her daughter walk into the night, and while younger she wasn't dumber. She knew not to follow her daughter, try to convince her to stay with her. For her daughter had given her a second chance at a new life. 

Without Cory. 

Without Amaya. 

And so Tatia took it and ran away as her daughter disappeared farther into the dark.