𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴄᴇᴅᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ𝙺𝚊𝚢 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔

(𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣!𝕂𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕩 𝕍𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕠 ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟!𝕐𝕠𝕦)

Since you could remember, you knew there was something special about you. As a child, you could do things different children couldn't and feel things some people couldn't. You were raised differently, as well.

Born in the French Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana, you were brought up around those who shared abilities similar to your own. Your mother and grandmother taught you almost everything you know. They helped you embrace your true self. They made it clear that you harnessed great powers. And though, many of the people you grew up with possessed similar abilities, they are not you and you aren't them. You are your own person. And they made sure you lived that way. They also prepared you for the inevitable.

You were the Voodoo Queen.

When you got to a certain point in your life, when you held a greater power, you'd be forced to take on such a larger role -- in your community and the world.

And that time came almost three years ago.

Now you've taken on the task of being the Voodoo Queen and you've done as much as you can. You've been able to fix every problem that's presented to you.

Well, all but one: The witch hunters.

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As you stepped out of your all-black 1969 Camaro, you tugged at your black biker shorts -- which had ridden up -- before grabbing your black satchel and closing the driver's door. You adjusted your bag on your left shoulder as you walked past the gates of Saint Roch's Cemetery.

As weird as it sounded, this is where you came for peace. And like today, you sat in the cemetery regularly to practice your magic. No matter how old you got, your powers grew stronger every day. And they continue to grow until the day you'd die.

Today, you were coming to work on Divination (or Sight), which is the power to acquire knowledge about an object, person, or location without the user's physical senses.

According to your mother, you had already mastered said power. But you never truly felt like you didn't need practice.

When you made it inside the tomb you'd claimed as yours, for practice, you laid a blanket out and lit every candle you'd placed around the cement structure. Once you were satisfied, you sat on the blanket with your legs crossed. You closed your eyes as you took deep breaths in, then exhaled each one.

But before you could even attempt to practice, your phone buzzed three times, before stopping and buzzing three more times.

You huffed while picking up your phone. "Yes, Mama?" you asked when you accepted the call.

"(Your name), baby, they're back," she replied shakily.

You could hear screaming and the sounds of objects breaking from your mother's end. "What are you talkin' 'bout, Ma?" You stood immediately and grabbed your bag from off the ground before throwing it over your shoulder and across your chest, that way the strap rested on your left shoulder while the bag lay against your right hip. With your palm facing the ground, you swung your hand in a circular motion around the room instantly putting the candles out.

"The Lancre's--," you could hear more things being broken. "They showed up here at the Compound. I- I don't know how they found us--," a gun went off, and three shots were fired. And it sounded as if the chaos was moving closer to your mother.

So, you picked up your pace. As you moved closer to the gates of the graveyard, your car came into view. But with it, you could see a man leaning up against it, and he was holding a gun. On his hand was a tattoo, a triangle with a circle around it, and in the middle of the triangle were three bold letters -- LMB -- which stood for Lancre Men of Bordeaux. The Lancre's were the biggest witch-hunting company.