'who says we can't look cute and kill demons, this is the twenty-first century, isn't it?'
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— Lightning lit up the dark wood as the coven gathered around the wooden podium where the Book of Beasts lay, filled with signatures of past witches and warlocks.
Sabrina knelt in front of the High Priest in her silk white nightdress. The undergrowth dug into her knees, sharp twigs scratching at the skin like claws. She could feel the goat's blood cross that had been painted on her forehead starting to run, to drip down her face.
The High Priest held out a hand to Sabrina. She drew in a breath of freezing air and took his outstretched hand, allowing him to help her off her knees. She rose, her eyes never leaving his as her heart drummed wildly in her chest.
She let the Priest lead her to the wooden podium where the dreaded Book lay along with the sacred pen of bone. The names jumped out at her from the page, blood red and violent, like slashes on skin
The Priest wrapped a singular hand around Sabrina's wrist. She restrained herself from clenching her hand into a tight fist. The Priest picked up a large dagger. It gleamed in the candle light, it's curved point twinkling ominously.
He dragged it across Sabrina's palm, slow and steady, no remorse. He pressed the dagger deep, cutting through her flesh, drawing blood. She gasped out in pain, sucking in a breath.
The thunder crashed as the Priest dropped Sabrina's hand. She watched her crimson blood leak onto the Book, staining its pages like that of so many witches before her.
The Priest walked to the opposite side of the podium, taking Sabrina's wrist and holding it over the spot she was to sign her name. He offered her the pen that she would use to seal her fate as he spoke the declaration.
"In signing his Book, the Book of the Beast, you swear to obey without question any order you may receive from the Dark Lord, or from any figure he has placed in authority over you."
Sabrina felt her heart stop. No, this was right. That wasn't the deal. Sabrina had been promised free will, been assured agency over her own soul. This wasn't what the High Priest had told her.
"That's not what you said before," she could only whisper. Her voice trembled as she protested, she was unable to keep a strong face. Her whole life, her whole future hung in the balance and she couldn't think straight.
"In signing his Book, the Book of the Beast, you swear to give your mind, body, and soul unreservedly to the furtherance of the designs of our Lord Satan."
