**1912 - North Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Newfoundland.**
Agatha stood triumphantly on a railing, her legs swinging leisurely. Her gaze was fixed on the chaos around her. Her eyes sparkled with a perverse light as she watched the passengers, a mix of panic and confusion on their faces, rushing past her in a desperate bid to escape the impending shipwreck.
The ship was beginning to tilt.
- "What a picturesque tragedy."
Agatha knew Rio would come, drawn by this scene of desolation she had orchestrated. She expected to see her calmly crossing the gangway.
In her mind, she imagined Rio, her shadow slowly stretching into the fog that enveloped the ship. Like in *The Haunted Hotel*, that horror-comedy that perfectly illustrated her taste in cinema.
She pictured Rio strolling through the chaos, impassive in the face of the destruction around her. While people slipped and fled on the deck, Rio would move with disconcerting tranquility, unaffected by the laws of Newton or the gravity of the situation.
Agatha smiled, amused by this vision. She could almost replace the irregular breaths of fear and the desperate whispers with the commentary of a sarcastic voiceover in a silent film.
Without warning, Rio appeared before her. In an instant, she grabbed Agatha by the throat.
Agatha had no time to react. Her heart raced as Rio pulled her closer.
- "What are you doing here, Agatha?"
Agatha leaned in slowly, a provocative smile on her lips.
- "Oh, I'm just admiring my work."
Rio narrowed her eyes, frustrated.
- "Why did you do this?"
- "They forgot my ice cubes in my drink," she replied with a laugh.
- "Still as selfish as ever, I see," said Rio, tightening her grip slightly. She advanced her arm, challenging Agatha.
Now suspended over the abyss of the gangway, Agatha released the railing, spreading her arms wide.
- "Do you find it amusing to watch these people die?"
Agatha, defiantly holding Rio's gaze, tried to straighten up with delicious arrogance.
- "Why should I care about them? They are just pawns in this game." She glanced at the spectacle before her, the silhouettes of the shipwrecked struggling in the cold water, despair etched on their faces.
- "Look at them," she continued, a smirk on her lips. "It's a true tragic comedy."
Rio, realizing that her amusement in the chaos was mixing with her own nature, turned to her, a wild smile lighting up her face. She pulled Agatha back to her.
- "I love this chaos as much as you do. It's where you shine the most, in the midst of chaos. That's where the real magic lies."
- "So come on, Rio," Agatha challenged. "Let's dive into this anarchic frenzy together."
Watching the spark in Rio's eyes, Agatha felt a surge of unexpected admiration. Rio said nothing, simply watching her.
- "What's holding you back?" Agatha taunted, leaning forward, her gaze burning with defiance.
- "What is Death afraid of?"
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Agatha Harkness - The witch trial
Fiksi Penggemar"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...
