Chapter 10: A Witch's Heart
Dedication: the usual suspects
Disclaimer: not mine, never will be.
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More freaky wierd monolouges that come straight from lirpa's twisted psyche. Be afraid, be very afraid. ;) Just kidding. Enjoy, and, as always, I love feedback.
Mystic Circle (10/12)
Chapter 10: A Witch's Heart
by lirpa
I've been in the WWE for a few years, I've been involved for much longer. I've done a lot in this business, but I love being in chardge. I just love being in charge, the chick with the power. I supppose I'v ebcome more than a little addicted to the power. My lover says so, at least. Some people call him the spawn of Satan, but he's not. He is an evil warlock, or just warlock, because all warlocks practise black magic, just like all witches. You want white magic you go to a practioner of wiccan or a priestess. Witches practise black magic.
Not long after I started my training in the dark arts I ran across a spell to make oneself immortal. I thought nothiong of it at the time. Still I memeorized it, in case I needed it sometime in the future.
It wasn't long after that that the men of the village closest to my hut in the woods marched up. They burned everything, my house, my garden, they slaughtered my animals and dragged me back to town to face the charge of witchcraft. The woman who accused me was one who had come for a potion to make her husband suffer for his adulterous ways. It worked, but now she didn't want me saying anyhting. It doesn't auprise me, not really. They found me guilty, the only difference between me and the other girls tehy found guilty was I was guilty, they were just scared.
They burned me at the stake, as they do with witches. It was horrible and painful and the only thing I could remember was the spell.
*Flashback*
"... and when the skys fall and the land is covered with fire and the darkness reigns supreme I will still be immortal. From this day on I will not die, with these words do I seal it, I am immortal!"
The world went black and when I woke again it was buried in them earth. I clawed my way out and that was when I found out that my body would not burn. And while i had lay healing in the earth a plague had taken the village, sparing no man, woman or child. My revenge was complete.
*End Flashback*
I lived my life like that for a century, killing anyone who got in my way. Some people called me the Black Widow, after the Black Widow spider. It wasn't a lifestyle I minded. On the contrary I revelled in the power that it afforded me. That all changed the day I moved into a small rich man's town.
It was a sleepy little place, ruled over by a man they called the devil. He's not, of course. Lucifer's quite happy living where he is. I've even taken tea in hell once, that's where I met my lover. But anyway "the devil" and I became very close. He became almost like ka swecond father to me, or a first as I never knew my biological father. Another of the reasons I had such trouble fitting into the town in which I was born.
Soempeople joined this company over the years to make it what it is. I was there from the beginning. He didn't come into the equation until much later, and frankly he hasn't done as much for the company as he'd like to think he has.
He's not the boss, and he never will be. Me, I'm in charge right now, of it all. Not on camera but in reality. M y lover listens to everythign I say, and he does what I tell him to do. Bring 'em straight ferom hell, they train easier. I suppose when he gets his earth legs he'll be more independent Thank God that hasn't happneed yet. Kane tells me that it takes a long time to get used to humans. So that gives me more time to manipulate him into the position I need him to be in.
I've lived a life of pain, but I've never been alone. The power has always been with me, and I love it. I love to wake up and feel it flowing through me, to go to sleep and its comforting buzz be the last thing I hear. My power is everything to me, absolutely everything, besides my heart. My lover, my Eric, as I've named him, completely controls that. And I lack the willm to get it back from him. I'm sure he'll step on it sometime soon, that seems to be something he's extraordinarily good at.
I named him, partly because his name was not pronouceable, he had beem an ancient Sumerian warlock before he was condemned to hell. His people stoned him to death, and its still not somethinhg he likes to to talk about. I didn't only name him to make it more pronounceable, buit to make him mine. Naming him made him as much mine as he belonged to himself. And it has owrked. As much as eric Bischoff believes he belongs to himself he belongs to me more. He'll always be mine.
All of my life I've been discriminated against because of the power that flows through my veins pulsing at all times. It's always there, juist waiting for me to call upon it to wreak its destructive will, my destructive will. Always I have been the witch, the black magic practioner, the dangerous one. No longer, in the WWE there are far more dangerous things than me, but not Him. The only thing that matters is there are not moer powerful things than me, I hold their lives in my hands nightly. My magic does not save, and the devil does not bless. I'm the reason the WWE is the way it is. So when you want someone to blame for the depravity you witness each week, blam Stephanie McMahon. I'll be happy to take it.
