Evil Origins

Evil Loves Death / Evil Loses Death

"I knew you wouldn't listen to me." The sound of Death's voice in a dark corner of Agatha's room late one night only startled her slightly as she read one of the three Dark Magic books she had stolen from the Peabody coven days ago.

"Quiet. My mother's asleep in the next room." Agatha whispered as she turned a page in her book.

Rio stepped out of the shadows to reveal herself in a dark robe. "Find anything useful in there?"

"Hmm a few things. But nothing about my powers." The witch sighed as she read on. "There has to be SOMETHING in one of these, right?"

"I don't know, Agatha. The only book I've read is the Darkhold."

For the first time that night, Agatha looked up from her books. "The Darkhold? What's that? Is there anything about my powers inside it?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Then why did you tell me about it if you aren't supposed to talk about it?"

Rio shrugged. "Must've slipped out."

Agatha looked at her with a strange curiosity before she continued to read on. "Where can I find a Darkhold then to find out for myself?"

"Not A Darkhold. THE Darkhold. There is only one. And it contains the most evil, dark magic of all. It is not an easy book to get your hands on. But that doesn't matter, because you said you didn't want to be evil, right?" There was no answer as Agatha was reading. "Riiiiight?" Rio repeated.

"Right." Agatha replied. "But I don't want it for the evil magic. I want it to learn how to control my power. If only I could stop myself from the killing, I would be so much more powerful. I could steal people's powers AND make them worship me and my baby. We would both be untouchable."

"Agatha." Rio gently placed a hand on her knee. "It's late. You should sleep."

"What about you? You're awake."

"I don't sleep. Well...I can. If I want to. But my body doesn't need it. It's not like yours."

"Right. I keep forgetting." The pregnant witch sighed before closing her book and setting it aside.

"Good. Now look at me." Rio demanded. Agatha obeyed, only now realizing their closeness and her eyes fell to perfect lips again. "I want you to forget about your plan to get all those witches killed."

"But....we made a deal. You said I would be immortal."

"Yes, I know. But what you did to the Peabody coven was good enough. I have seen what killing does to people and I don't want all these killings you are causing in the trials to change you. I like Agatha the way she is."

The young witch's hand moved to rest on top of Rio's over her knee and she felt tears well up in her eyes. No one had ever made her feel good enough the way Death did. She felt her heart pounding inside her chest, begging to break out and to willingly fall into Death's hands. "Stay with me tonight....Even if you have to work...Promise me you won't go....You always go. Especially when I need you."

"Need me for what?" Rio asked with confusion, her mind whirling at just how much Agatha could still surprise her.

Without a word, Agatha's grip on Rio's hand tightened and she slowly lifted it, guiding it up to hold her breast and she squeezed, forcing Rio to knead her breast as Agatha softly hummed, closing her eyes. The Green Witch quickly got the hint and she complied with what the younger witch wanted, but could sense she was in pain, so she stopped, moving her hand away.

"It's hurting you." Rio told Agatha as if the young one didn't know. Her breasts were sore from her pregnancy and Rio could sense that it hurt when she touched her.