A/N: Hey guys, so writing the "thou, thee, and thy" stuff was becoming more and more difficult so I googled when people started to use "you" and it said that just suddenly in the middle of the 1600s, people stopped using "thou, thee, thy" so I am going to wiend off of it from here on out since it's 1692 by now anyways, because my brain hurts. Lol
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To Agatha's surprise, her mother kept her word. She was allowed to join the coven and learned magic for the next year before the first few killings began in the Witch Trials.
Her mother's coven had come together to brainstorm ways to stop the killings, but there was only one way to do so without killing the outcriers and becoming monsters themselves...They would need to summon Death to do their bidding for them.
Afraid of getting Agatha and herself kicked out of the coven, Evanora kept it to herself that she suspected her daughter, alone, could summon the Being. She let it be known that the only way to bring Death upon them would be to sacrifice a member of the coven.
"I'll do it." Agatha said immediately and though Evanora almost went with it, she decided that perhaps Agatha had her own agenda and asked for more volunteers. It was then that Corrina revealed to them that she was sick and was going to die soon anyway, so they all agreed to poison her and wait together in unison for Death to arrive.
After drinking the poison, Corrina lay on a table in the back of the tavern in her cream colored dressing down as they all waited. It seemed like hours had passed when it was only minutes and soon, Corrina's body began to convulse as the poison started to take its effect. Some of the witches watched while others had to look away. Agatha rolled her eyes, beginning to think Corrina was only doing it all for attention. The attention that SHE wanted when she volunteered first.
"Sorry I'm late. What did I miss?" A voice came from the tavern back door and everyone turned to see who it was.
A witch stepped in from the rain outside in a powder blue gown, a light brown cape draped over her shoulders. She closed the door and removed the soaked cape, setting it aside.
"Who is this?" Evanora asked.
"Oh, this is the new witch I spoke with thee about." Helena said to Evanora. "Remember? I asked yesterday if she could join us. Thou said there is power in numbers."
"Ah, yes. Come on in, Miss. Though for future reference, just know that I do not like late arrivals."
"Yes, I know." The dark haired woman approached the circle and looked down at a, now dead, Corrina.
Agatha looked around at her fellow witches before searching the room for Death. She laughed. "Excellent plan, ladies." She slowly clapped, stepping around the circle to stand closer to her mother. "Well...at least she won't have to suffer through her illness." She began to taunt her mother. "It looks like thou should have chosen me after all. Hell, I would have at least put on a better show."
"Not now, Agatha." Evanora mumbled.
"Maybe Death doesn't want her. Maybe she was going to live through her disease and we all just let her die for nothing. Maybe we should just go out there and kill those fuckers ourselves!" She proposed, her voice getting louder and louder as she spoke.
"That is enough, Agatha!" Her mother shouted.
"We do not kill!" Helena jumped in.
"We are witches of peace!" Another witch added.
"And what has peace done for us?!" Agatha countered. "I have lived all my life attempting to keep the peace for my mother and it has never stopped her abuse." The other witches looked around at each other, in shock to hear that Evanora was abusive. "Peace is an illusion. A pathetic excuse to be pushovers. What dost thou say, ladies? Shall we go out and murder the men that have been murdering the innocent women out there?!"
The room went silent before the new witch began to speak, still hovering over Corrina's dead body with her back toward the other witches. "She is right." She told them. "Trying to keep the peace will only lead to Death sooner." She turned around, revealing to them her true form. She was Death.
The whole of the coven backed away, averting their gazes, afraid to look Death in the eye. Her now skinless face appeared only as a skull though her brown eyes did not change. The coven cowered, save for Agatha, who looked straight on. She seemed to have taken a step forward, in fact, as she smiled. "I knew it was you." She admitted, having felt Death's presence multiple times before.
"Is that so?" Death's demonic voice rumbled in Agatha's ears, but she loved the sound of it. "Why?"
"I feel a comfort when thou art near."
"I have been summoned by thee in the past." Death admitted.
Agatha's eyes teared up. "You heard my calls but never came for me."
"It was never your time." Death said before turning around to touch a finger to Corrina's body and she vanished.
"Death? Oh, Mighty One, please accept our offering to stop this madness." Evanora quietly begged, still never looking up at the Being.
"This is not how death works." The Being told them. "There needs to be a cause of death...a plague, a murder, a fall...Thou cannot just call upon me and request that I take someone's soul if their body is still intact."
Agatha laughed again. "Thy research seems a little misinterpreted, Mother. Either you read the summonings book wrong or someone lied to thee." She laughed even harder.
"If you all want the men dead, then thou hast to kill them." Death explained to them all, trying to get some of them to look at her by walking closer to them, placing her face inches from theirs with amusement as they all closed their eyes. "Art thou not afraid?" She asked Agatha when she moved closer to her.
"Afraid of what?" The witch asked, looking Death deeply into her eyes.
Death was taken back by that and she transformed her face back to human form, a smirk growing on her lips before her eyes rolled back over toward Evanora. "Thank you for the new body, but I cannot help thee."
Agatha opened her mouth to say something, but Death vanished before she could speak.
Later on that night, while her mother slept, Agatha sat up in her bed, looking around her dark bedroom before she closed her eyes, beginning a long, strong meditation in which she began to float above her bed. Some time passed and she felt Death's presence again as she opened her eyes to see her, in her Death form, right in front of her, also hovering over the bed, mirroring Agatha's position, their legs both folded in the same way.
Agatha did not seem phased by the fact that her summoning worked without so much as the need to chant a spell. "Will you do something for me?" Agatha wondered in a low whisper.
"It depends on what 'something' is." Death told her.
"Let me live.... Forever. Or at least...centuries longer than my mother." The witch shrugged, knowing that would be good enough at least.
"Why would I do that?" The Being smirked again, though Agatha could not see on its Death form face that it did, she could see it in its eyes.
"Because I am going to help thee get more bodies." She smirked too.
"How?" Death wondered aloud.
"The trials. I believe they need to happen for us. For us all to see that peace isn't real and the only way for us witches to come into our full potential is to start a war between us and the humans. We will all rise from the ashes and burn them down in return. I will make sure the bodies begin to pile up. Just for you, Mrs. Death. Or...Lady Death. Or is it Miss?"
Death transformed its face back into its human form and she smiled with annoyance at Agatha. "The name is Rio."
"Oh...Thou...hast a true name." Agatha nodded. "Lovely....Rio...do we have a deal?" She put her arm out to shake Death's hand in hers.
Even more amused, Rio couldn't help but let a full smile show as she took Agatha's hand and shook it. "Deal."
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A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying the fic so far. I know it is not my best writing, but my mind saw all of this like a movie with lots of cuts and time jumps, so I apologize for any confusion. On another note, I decided to add the part in here from the comics where Agatha actually WANTED the Salem Witch Trials to happen. Let me know what you think in the reviews. MWAH!!!
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FanfictionAgatha's backstory. How did her mother come to hate her? How did she meet Rio? How did she ultimately become the Agatha we know?
