- "You shouldn't have survived this." Agatha looked around, counting the bodies. "No... you weren't here. Wh... who are you?"
The young woman in the green cloak approached slowly, seemingly unaware that her feet grazed the chaos Agatha embodied.
Agatha lifted her head, trying to regain her composure, hiding her sudden loss of confidence.
- "Who - are - you?!"
The young woman with ebony hair tilted her head, her dark eyes watching Agatha with fascination.
Something else intrigued Agatha; she could also see compassion in those eyes.
- "I am the one who comes when everything is lost... or won." Agatha stepped down from the platform.
Slowly.
- "D... don't touch me. Are you here to kill me?"
She backed away, wary.
- "Who are you really? Where do you come from? Why are you here? Answer me!"
- "Calm down, darling, I'm not here for you."
- "Did they send you after me? They knew that... No, they don't understand... No one..."
Agatha, who was on guard, seemed both confused and surprised.
- "Who exactly?"
- "My mother, my coven. The... the village?!"
- "I repeat, your death hasn't come."
"Those who hurt you, those who mistook you for pure evil. They are the ones Death came for."
- "How do you know that... The trial..."
- "Ghosts talk, darling, and you've already made victims."
Agatha seemed perplexed, suddenly exclaiming angrily.
- "What victims?!"
Her gaze turned intense and clouded, as if a painful memory resurfaced. She curled slightly inward, feeling trapped in this conversation.
- "Get up. Look at them. They won't hurt you anymore. They've gotten what they deserved."
She hesitated while staring at her, but slowly stood up. Her face betraying an internal struggle between wanting to trust this stranger and remaining suspicious. She had no one left.
She looked at the bodies of her coven.
With all the bitterness she could muster, she replied:
- "They hated me anyway. They thought I was evil. My mother hated me too. I am nothing but an abomination."
- "You are none of those things."
- "And how would you know?! And give me your name!"
Agatha couldn't help but fall into those dark eyes. That gaze was so piercing, so enigmatic, it sent shivers down her spine.
"There... there's something captivating about your presence, like you can see through to the truth."
She cursed herself for saying that out loud.
- "My name is Rio, and the truth is always revealed to me, darling. At the end of the path. Every path."
- "Rio. Is death always fair?"
- "It's fair only to those who deserve it." Rio gently took her hand.
When she felt the caress of her hand, she couldn't help but flinch. That rare touch surprised her and filled her with conflicting emotions. She turned to look at her, her voice trembling.
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Agatha Harkness - The witch trial
Fanfiction"I didn't break any rules. They only bowed to my powers. Wait, no. I can't control it. If... if only you would teach me. Please help me. Mother, I will provide you with some. Mother, please." Under the orders of Evanora, Agatha's mother; the Sabbath...
