Trinity the Last White Witch 🐇

Chapter 2: Althea

Dying, I didn't know what Eden and Azier were. The Church preached that Eden was where the Goddess Luminaire resides. That only in her loving embrace that our soul would forever know peace.

With my soul now, I doubt this was Eden.

While Azier was nothing but home to the condemned souls, who lost their faith in the Goddess and therefore banished to eternal damnation.

Yep. I was most likely in Azier with me still raging in furry.

Looking at my surrounding with nothing but endless clouds, and the floor reflecting the landscape above . . . I was afraid I turned into a lost soul, stuck in either Eden or Azier.

Not that I believed any of it.

Should I return to GrimHeart and hunt Silvia and Rhazien for eternity? That would be an exciting revenge, but at the same time, I was too tired to even care, nor did I have the energy to even walk myself out of this dimension I was stuck in.

I sighed and lay on my back. If only the floor reflected my face so I could look at how miserable I was.

How long was I stuck here?

I didn't know. The whole concept of time faded into the distance. I heard his voice . . . his promises . . . but it was all buried in the abyss of time.

Looking at the slow-paced clouds, I thought that it wasn't such a bad place. Maybe I'd stay here and see which would die first. My rage or my sanity.

*chuckle

I scrambled to my feet when I heard a giggling sound.

"Who's there?" I asked, but I saw none, and I thought that it was probably my sanity that would perish first.

"That's an interesting thought."

A snarl pushed through my throat, but I forgot that I was initially a witch before being a vampire. My fangs didn't come out. Did my vampire status disappear when I died? I hope they had taken away my heart too.

"Show yourself!"

"I'm right here."

I shifted my gaze but couldn't find the voice until I was shocked when bright golden eyes encased in thick white lashes zoomed on my face.

I jumped back and assumed a fighting stance. Damn, I almost forgot what it felt like to have a dragging mortal body. My reflexes and speed were worse than Silvia in fifty pounds dresses and gold.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The woman giggled. She was short, but her breasts were abundant as her hips. White curls of hair reached her feet. Small face with big round languid golden eyes and sensual pouting lips.

She was an alluring sight . . . and also . . . familiar.

"My name is Althea. I am your grandmother."

My gasped hitched in my throat. No wonder she felt familiar. It was like staring at my own face.

"Then . . . I really am dead . . . ," I muttered, a bit disoriented.

Althea nodded. "But I held onto your soul and brought you here. In a nameless dimension for wandering souls."

I took a giant breath and let it out in one long blast. I knew it. I guess I have to start practicing my hunting game if I want to haunt Silvia. Come to think of it. Was she scared of spiders?

Althea shook her head. "That's not the reason why I brought you here."

Did she just read my thoughts?