ᴍᴀʟɪᴋ ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ
Awakened his magic as a child, moved away from Mystic Falls after an accident only to be recognised as one of the anomalies appearing in the Bennett bloodline, known to be dangerously powerful and also a double edged sword.
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Monique, Abigail, and Davina were in a tomb at the cemetery, each in different yoga positions, while trying to do a spell, chanting in unison.
"Vie dans des ancêtres, renforcer noblesse. Comme des ancêtres, de coeur noblesse. Décider on de ancêtres, garder noblesse"
All of a sudden Monique took a deep breath, screamed out for a moment and began chanting while sounding possessed.
"Aah! Sine la quatrieme puella leve, comme Genevieve ceciderit. Sine la quatrieme puella leve, comme Genevieve ceciderit."
"Monique, are you okay? Monique, you sounded like you were possessed" exclaimed Davina rushing to the girl in comfort.
"I wasn't possessed" smiled the girl and looked at Davina with a happy smile. "I was channelling the ancestors. They say it's time to complete the Reaping. To do that, the fourth Harvest girl must be resurrected, which means... it's time for Genevieve to die."
"Wonderful" clapped Malik enthusiastically and had a big smile on his face. "May I go and fetch her?"
"Please do" responded Monique. "But before you do, the Ancestors also asked for your help, to light one more beacon to the ultimate binding."
"Gotcha" smiled the boy and walked out of there after sending an almost invisible wink to Davina.
Walking out of there he walked a bit further away from the witches to make sure he was not observed or watched then stopping near a tomb closed his eyes. Whispers erupted and opening his eyes only one of them had the beautiful golden light shine which indicated he was only halfway into the Ancestral Plane. He still could see the mortal realm allowing him to keep an eye of things but at the same time he saw the ancestors who gathered near him. Looking at them all he spoke gently.
"I will give you magic, but you do need to tell me about the connection between that door and my mark."
"That is something our oldest have suppressed for over a thousand years... something powerful. Something dangerous. Provide us with your magic and once we have what we need, we will show you the connection between that door and your mark."
"Better keep your word" warned Malik before he closed his eyes and removing himself from the plane fully returned to the living world.
Opening his arms, his eyes once again began glowing, one golden and one red, keeping his palms facing the other power began to surge between them. The three girls slowly walked out and watched him, seeing his power manifest.
As the magical energy began to surge in a ball of light they all began to feel the raw yet tuned power. Malik stood there whispering the spell before he moved and pushing the ball into the ground a wave of energy surged through the cemetery, through all the buildings and the whispers slowly disappeared.
"There we go" responded the boy with a smile and looked at the girls. "Now, let me get this dead witch back here."
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