Damaged

Chapter Forty-Four: The Dark Witch of Salem

*Salem, Massachusetts, - September 15th, 1693*

     Abigael with the help of Azazel grew in strength, learning about her abilities and using them with his guidance. Only a month or so passed, and Azazel already wanted to test her powers even more. Combining both of her heritage.

Abigael stood alone in the town of Salem, rain poured from the heavens, soaking her but she did not care. She could only picture her time in a jail cell, and that of her Mother's death. This angered her, filling her heart with rage. It was time for the town of Salem to pay. In the distance, the Church bell rang, meaning there was a town meeting in process. With anger in her eyes, she stormed through the mud, and towards the town center.

In the Church, it was filled with the townspeople and that of a judge, they were sentencing an accused Witch. The Church was up in chaos, their screams echoed throughout the main area, and a hammer began to slam down, gesturing to silence in the room. The heated words died down, and became silent.

"This woman before us is accused of sorting with the devil," the judge said. "I hereby sentence this woman to hang!" The judge roars not really wanting to hear her side of the story. Suddenly, the double doors to the church broke open as the wind and rain entered the place. It caught everyone off guard, and made them all turn to face this intruder.

"Who dares disturb this house of judgment?!" The judge yelled throughout the Church, but Abigael remained silent, and entered. Her hair soaked, as well as her clothes, she looked like a drowned rat.

"I am that, you convict, and hang," Abigael spoke in a monotone voice, as she strolled through the crowd that now parted like the red sea. Gasps rang out through the Church as people muttered among themselves. "I am here to take revenge for what you took from me," she made it to the center of the room and stood on the small platform where the accused witch stood. "While you all stood and watched!" Her voice roared through the room, as thunder boomed through the sky, scaring most of the people. However, they tried to run for it, but Abigael raised her hand out to the doors and they slammed shut before anyone could make it. "No one will escape my wrath!" She roars her words full of hate and anger.

"Leave Witch! Before we cut you down!" The judge demanded, rising from his seat, as a few of the braver men in the room came out with pitchforks and flaming torches. Abigael noticed the torches, and acted quickly. She held out of her left hand, and focused, as fire began to sway over to her hand, as if the wind was taking it there. Just then, all the flames from the torches swirled around in a vortex, collecting together at her palm. Instantly, creating a fireball. Without second thought, Abigael threw her hand around as if she was throwing a ball. The fire was thrown directly at the judge, he had no time to react. The blazing flames hit it, and engulfed him in fire. His screams rang freely out in this once holy place. Women screamed in fright, as men cowered in fright of her. No matter how much they tried to pry open the door, even break it down, nothing would work.

The judge's screams died seconds later, as he was now dead, and burning alive. His flesh blew through the air, bringing the smell of death waved through the air. The men tried to attack, but Abigael thrust her right hand to them, and flung them to the side.

"You took the most important thing to me!" Abigael yells, lightning now strikes, as thunder rumbles. "That will never be forgiven!" She screams, and more thunder rings through the sky. But her scream released a powerful wave of energy that rippled through the town.

"Phasmatos incendere ad pulvox," Abigael rose her arms up, as she spoke the incarnation. "Torsion fou mort de l'espirit!" She screams the last part. One by one people began to scream in pain this time, some throwing up blood, and others hurling over in so much pain.

"Wh-what have you done?!" One of the Witch-Hunters spoke from the side of her.

"A curse!" Abigael bellowed so everyone could hear. "All your deaths will be slow, and painful," she spat the words out in spite. "You do not deserve a quick death. Your families, your children will witness this curse, and watch as helpless as I was!" Her voice bellowed through the church. The thunder and lightning came booming through the cold rainy night.

"You-you monster," the same hunter spoke, but it only brought a smile to her face, finding it fitting right now. She watched as her curse made its way through them all. It will take them a few days to fall dead, and that pleased her so much.

"I'm The Dark Witch of Salem," she replied, eyeing up the sick and pale man. Who was just going to get sicker and paler. Abigael was taking great pleasure watching the suffering of the town of Salem. It made her happy to see her revenge on the people that caused her pain. But there was still the Grand Coven. They had a part in this, and Abigael wasn't about to forget them...

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A/N
Sorry it's a short chapter guys, but I just felt like this needed to be written just to show what happened. And I love what I've wrote. It portrays Abigael stepping more into evil!
Enjoy!