The Sacred Seven

Chapter 19 - Shadows of the Past

Trigger Warning - Mention of Gore and Violence

The morning came quickly, and Lillith paced back and forth, fidgeting with the empty container. The scent of grapefruit lingered in the air, reminding her of her sin from the other day and she chewed on her bottom lip in frustration, thinking about her next steps.

He ruined everything.

She had planned it all, but no, that bastard had to survive.

However, the thing that bothered her the most, was the way her heart momentarily fluttered at the fact and no matter how insignificant part it was, it still was sensible.

Fortunately, there was not much time to waste thinking about her feelings, because she had to figure something out or else, she would have to face the consequences of her actions.

She dearly dreaded the idea, therefore she needed to act quickly.

It was early in the morning, and she was sure, that her husband would be up any minute.

The nerves started to get to her.

Lillith got lost in her thoughts, preoccupied with worry and anticipation, when suddenly, something else caught her attention.

Something far more disturbing than aggravated Tom Riddle.

If she went to sleep, she would have probably believed that it was a dream, but the fact it was a reality was way more terrifying than anything else she could possibly imagine.

She froze in her steps.

Her heart forgot to beat.

Her lungs forgot how to breathe.

The awful sound.

She heard it once.

Many years ago.

She cringed at the frequency of the intense scraping and cold sweat washed over her.

Lillith gulped.

Scraping of claws dragged by the opposite side of her wall and the colour drained from her face. Her eyes intently followed the direction of the sound as it moved along the wall, when suddenly, it stopped.

The witch stared at the hanging tapestry with a wild heart and for a moment, she did not dare to move. The emblem of Turner family was stitched in the golden white fabric, and she stared at the crow with her eyes stretched wide, trembling.

She could not waste much time.

She needed an answer.

With hasty movements, she reached for the piece of fabric and hurriedly torn it off the wall, letting it pool besides her feet.

What stood there, shocked her at the least.

There was a hidden door underneath.

This whole time, there was a secret passage leading to her bedroom and she had no idea.

Curiosity killed the cat they said.

But Lillith Moriarty never missed the opportunity to play with the ball of wool.

She pushed at the entrance, digging her tips into the floor with a grunt until the door opened, revealing an old passageway. Cold breeze fanned through her hair when she stepped into the dark corridor, perking her ears at the sound.

Was she going insane?

She narrowed her eyes, concentrating, until she heard it again.

Faint.