Evil Origins

Evil Begins

It was not long after Silas' memorial that Evanora left her coven, packed her stuff, and left the valley with Agatha. She knew it wouldn't be long before people began to suspect that she or Agatha had killed Silas too and they would be arrested or punished and killed for the crime.

They soon settled in Salem, Massachusetts after Evanora had heard of many covens residing there and she hoped she would find someone from America to help her tarnish Agatha's powers. It was now that Evanora began to believe what Silas had said. Agatha was a curse.

The moment she was born only bad things began to happen. The war began immediately after her birth. Prudence died trying to save her. Silas became a drunk and a horrible husband for years. When others saw Death, they cowered, when Agatha saw Death, she laughed. Now Agatha had killed her father and her mother's unborn baby. Silas was right.

Evanora spent the next twenty years studying the ways of the witches and soon gained so much knowledge that she became the head of their coven. Her love for her daughter had diminished and soon became hatred and resentment.

"Evanora!"

The head witch was snapped out of her meditation at the sound of one of the other witches' voices approaching her in the tavern where their coven would meet at night for spells and rituals. But she kept her eyes closed, trying to remain in her own trance. "Yes, Helena?"

"Ye daughter has become a danger to mine." Helena barked at the other witch.

"Serena is Agatha's closest friend. She is no threat to her." Evanora replied with an almost bored sigh. She was getting sick of all the complaints about 24 year old Agatha as if it were her problem and her fault that Agatha was such a naughty child growing up.

"They are quite a lot more than friends." Helena told her. "They have been caught by the other young witches in some very.....revolting positions. I hope thou understands what I am trying to say."

Evanora's eyes finally snapped open when she understood and she turned around and stood to face the other witch. "How many people know of this?"

"Almost the entire town now."

"Do not worry, dear Helena. I will take care of her. Pray for thy daughter and spell her to forget about mine. If thou wants to save her soul from damnation."

That evening, Evanora returned home to find Agatha in the kitchen, practicing a spell to conjure a rose while her mother was away, considering she was not allowed to use magic. The moment they stepped foot in America, Evanora banned Agatha from ever practicing magic again.

"Agatha!"

The second the younger witch heard her mother's voice, she quickly began to throw ingredients into a pot on the kitchen counter to make a stew, pretending that she was not just attempting to use magic. "Yes, Mother?" She said in a faked sweet tone.

"What hast thou been doing with Serena Hornsby as of late?"

"I am certain I don't know what thou means." Agatha lied, beginning to stir the stew.

Evanora walked around the kitchen counter and placed a hand on her daughter's throat. "Tell the truth, daughter!" She looked over at the cookbook Agatha was pretending to use and saw a spellbook beside it. Letting go of the younger woman's neck, she picked up the book to read it. "A spell to conjure a rose?" She looked back at Agatha. "Thou are to never see Serena again."

"Thou cannot stop me from seeing her." Agatha chuckled, as any rebellious daughter would.

"No. But her mother's spell to forget thee will." Evanora watched her daughter's cheeky smile vanish when she said that. "All ye have ever done is cause me trouble, stupid girl."

"I love her. Please do not do this, Mother. I will be good, I promise. She is all I have."

Her mother then closed the spellbook calmly before suddenly hitting Agatha in the mouth with it. "Dost thou think that I care? Did thou care when thou killed thy brother?....Did thou care when thou killed thy father and thy sister in my womb? They were all that I had!" Agatha held her mouth in pain as her lips bled and she bent over almost as if to bow to her mother. "The evil in thy bones has no love. Such a stupid girl. Thou dost not know of love. Serena is only an infatuation for thee. Of lust. Of the body. Of wrongdoings. Serena is a woman. Thou are a woman. Thou are evil with no love. Dost thou want to hurt her? The evil that courses through thy veins will harm her. If thou truly loves her then thou will stay away from her!" Evanora demanded, hovering over her frightened daughter. "Or thou will reap the consequences." She took the book into her other hand, causing Agatha to flinch. "And no more magic!" She demanded before going into the living room to sit in front of the fire.

Agatha stayed like that for minutes until her body could finally comprehend that the threat was over. She finally stood up straight again, going to the basin sink to spit her own blood out. She grabbed a cloth nearby to wipe her face, looking up at her own reflection in the kitchen window above the sink and she saw her own tears before she laughed at herself for crying.

The blood continued to fall from her lips and she smiled before finding her bravery. She walked over to the living room and stood in front of her mother who was now nonchalantly reading the spellbook. Evanora only noticed Agatha's presence when she felt the warmth from the fire diminish in front of her. When she looked up, she saw the deranged smile on her daughter's face as her purple began to surround her fingertips. Immediately putting her guard up, Evanora set the spellbook down. "Thou dost not scare me." She gulped.

"Thou is lying, Mother." Agatha could almost hear her mother's heartbeat from where she stood, now understanding that her mother WAS afraid of her....She slowly lifted a hand and began to choke her mother with her magic, not even having to lay a finger on her.

"Ag-Agatha!" Evanora failed to choke out as she tried to breathe.

"Maybe thou is right. Maybe I do not know love. Maybe I do not love Serena. And maybe I am evil. I feel it raging through me every day. But only if thou wouldst let me learn, then my magic would not hurt anyone. It hurts ME, Mother. My body hurts when I do not use it." She lifted her mother's body off the chair with her magic as if it were nothing. "I will stay away from Serena, but ONLY if thou promises to let me in the coven. Teach me. Teach me and I will be good. I CAN be good. I know it." The vulnerability in her voice changed to that of vigor and threat. "Teach me...or I will summon Death to take thee. Thou must know that I can try...Since I am so evil." She taunted her, mocking her mother's voice at the end.

"Al-....Alright." Evanora choked out. "I will teach thee."

"Promise!!!" Agatha demanded, making her purple squeeze her mother's throat even harder.

"I p-...I promise." She said before Agatha dropped her to the ground.

"Good....That was easy. Mmm how pathetic." The 24 year old laughed before she left her mother there, coughing, and the younger witch went back to making dinner.