𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 | 𝐍.𝐌 (𝟏𝟖+)

.𝟎𝟏 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

*3rd POV*
Agatha Harkness paced the forgotten room. Her hands ran through her hair, tugging on it every now and then. Incoherent mutters left her as she thought out her next move.

Locator spells were a no.

No matter the power a witch held—or even performing it as a coven, she couldn't locate the Scarlet Witch.

She's heard it all before. Hence why she works alone now. She was tired of hearing that maybe she should give up. Maybe the Scarlet Witch was...just a myth.

Agatha looked at the wall of pictures. She shakes her head. There on the wall were pictures of Y/n Maximoff. She's heard rumors about the scarlet red powers she possesses. Not to mention what she can do with that power.

All of that power...it could be hers. Agatha's eyes twinkled as she thought of what she could do. She'd be feared by many, an idol to some, a foe to many, but all she cared about was possessing the Chaos magic.

She stops, a grin taking over her face. She knew what she had to do. She could try and try to continue her search by herself...but she knew it would be almost impossible to locate Y/n that way.

But, if she turned the entire world of magic on Y/n Maximoff...she stands a chance to have Y/n in her hands. She grabs a metal bowl, pouring in herbs and other strange ingredients while mumbling incantations.

She gasps, her eyes rolling to the back of her head momentarily. She felt the pressure build and build, but she knew she was gaining the attention of all the witches.

She opens her eyes and moves her hands, the purple glow illuminating the room.

"Witches...warlocks, necromancers, the magic world is in grave danger. We are in danger from a witch who is harnessing power far to great for this world. She goes by Y/n Maximoff, she is a myth...the Scarlet Witch. If you find her, bring her to me." She speaks.

The whispers of what the magic world was saying began, not one she could hear or understand. There were so many whispers. But, she watched the purple glow from the palm of her hand with a soft smile. Her other hand was raised above and she flicked it back and forth, preparing to show them the images she created to make Y/n Maximoff look like the villian.

"Do pay close attention to what I'm about to show you." She murmurs.

She closes her eyes, watching the images she created form in her mind. She knew the magic world was seeing this. As they should. Everything was coming together.

"She possesses the power of Chaos magic. A magic far too powerful for this universe...for her to possess. A magic that can cause destruction and utter chaos. It can manipulate, warp and reconstruct reality. Her power quite literally toys with the fibers of our world. She will claim she can control the power...but the magic is dark." She says.

A smile of satisfaction comes over her as she hears the gasps of horror. She could feel the fear they felt.

"The Darkhold...home of the Chaos magic...it will become one with Y/n Maximoff. She will destroy this world. If not the world, those who pose a threat to her...us—witches. She is unpredictable, so travel in covens. Do not kill her. Simply put her to sleep. Bring her to me. Hopefully you all can see why Y/n Maximoff must be handled." She says.

She waves her hands in a swift motion, the spell that allowed the communication with the entire magic world—stops. She left many witches, warlocks, and necromancers wondering about Y/n Maximoff.

But, she also left them in fear. They were ready to fight. They weren't going to let someone overpower them...even worse kill them. If only they knew they were on the wrong side...

Agatha's smile was dark...sinister. She steps towards the board of pictures. She looks over each one.

"Checkmate." She says.

But, somewhere...you were ready yourself. Not aware of the situation, but in all of due time...you'll be aware. A game of chess is something you always were good at. Ask Elijah Mikaelson, a sore loser when it came to chess with Y/n Maximoff.

And you...you were the Queen.