The Devil's Advocate ~ CAOS

𝟕. 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

The groans of love-making thundered as Raphael kissed every bit of skin my neck had to offer. Every lust-trapped kiss formed a new hickey. Our bare skin glistened under the watch of the full moon as my body straddled his. Until the booming voice of my younger sister echoed through the manor after the door slammed.

Raphael and I met up with Ambrose and Azazel before we all walked down the narrow hallway and ascended the long stairs just to be met with a confused little Sabrina.

"Can anyone explain why it looks like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre has been nailed to our door?" Sabrina asked, confusion clearly stated on her face.

"It's a message, sister," I answered through gritted teeth, I was mad, I did not need to be interrupted because of Sabrina's lack of knowledge.

"A message? What are you talking about?"

Dark Lord's gracious, could she be more clueless.

"I'll get some soap and sponges."

"And I'll get a plastic bag to collect the lamb entrails."

"It's a message from the Council, Sabrina. It means our family's been selected to participate in this year's Feast of Feasts." Aunt Hilda voiced as she went to the kitchen where now everyone resided.

I hipped myself up on the counter as Raphael stood between my legs and laid his back onto my chest. He seemed to be almost falling asleep as I played with his hair.

"Feast of Feasts, Sabrina, is one of our coven's holiest holidays. It's similar to mortal Thanksgiving, but..." Aunt Zelda seemed to disagree with telling my young sister.

"The menu is slightly different." Ambrose cut in.

"It's meant to honor the single greatest sacrifice a witch ever made to save her coven," I told to my clueless young sister.

"Praise Sister Freya. May we meet again."

"Who's Freya?"

"A queen amongst witches." Aunt Zelda spoke before continuing, "Centuries ago, the 14 women belonging to the earliest incarnation of the Church of Night were chased out of the township of Greendale... into the hills, the forest. The men of Greendale had hunted all the animals. So, you know there was nothing to eat."

Aunt Hilda's tea clicking and Ambrose and Azazel's random cut made me even more bored.

"The witches would've starved and died that winter, had it not been for the sacrifices of Freya, the youngest, strongest witch. She, um... Freya slit her own throat and offered up her body so that the coven would have sustenance through the cold months, into the spring. "

Seeing no reason to stay in here for the conversation I guided Raphael's half-asleep body up to my room, and bed.

I had changed into my sleep gown before taking my place in bed with the patiently waiting boy. His body almost immediately engulfed my small figure as his body radiated heat onto mine.

Darkness took over my eyes and I felt my eyes getting heavier by the second.

...

Raphael woke up at around three in the morning, glands of sweat trickling down his defined face. His thirst for water caused the warlock to pry the young Nicolette Spellman out of his grasp and navigate himself until he arrived in the Spellman Kitchen.

As the tap water-filled glass was set on the table, out of nowhere Ambrose appeared a few feet away from Raphael, he seemed as if he had questions needing to be answered, and by the Dark Lord's graciousness, he did.