Power of Death (Agathario)

Chapter One

Agatha stood above their bodies, her hands shaking after slipping her mother's pendant around her own neck.

 She'd done it. Her mother had tried to kill her. 

 And it didn't work.

Agatha had only wanted to be good. But every time she'd made a mistake, every time she'd done something she'd regretted, her mother snapped. She called her evil, a demon, a monster. Each harsh word had cut into Agatha's heart. 

 So she'd stopped trying. She knew she'd crossed a line when she turned to dark magic. But for some reason, she didn't care. If her mom thought she was evil, then why should Agatha stop her? Being good didn't get Agatha anywhere.

But she never expected the coven to try and kill her. At her mother's orders, no less. Agatha gritted her teeth, trying to pause her thoughts a moment to give her a chance to breathe. She didn't mean to kill her mother and her mother's coven. She only wanted to survive. 

But once she started stealing their power, her vision clouded, her heart pounding so hard she couldn't hear anything else. Soon the energy they were trying to kill her with had stopped hurting, and instead turned to something she liked. It belonged to her now. And once her eyes had cleared, it was too late. 

 Now she was on her own. She didn't know how to feel. Angry? Betrayed? Happy? Sad? Somehow she felt everything. Yet nothing. Wasn't she supposed to feel guilty?

"It's a bit late to be out in the forest." Agatha whirled around to find the owner of the voice only about ten steps away. Her breath caught as she looked at the stranger. 

 She looked about Agatha's age— twenty, in witch years— and had dark hair that reached just past her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and serious, but somehow still had a playful tone hidden deep within them. The cloak draped around her shoulders was obviously hiding something that wouldn't fit in in Salem, something green. 

 Agatha immediately was put on high alert. This was another witch.

 "Who are you?" Agatha demanded, pulling her cloak farther around her. 

 The girl shrugged, starting to walk closer. She stopped a few feet from Agatha, then spoke. "I want to know what you did to those witches."

 Agatha didn't know what to say. She realized she was gripping her cloak so tight her knuckles were turning white, so she relaxed her grip. "I didn't do anything."

"Mm yeah, they did this to themselves. You know, the shriveled up skin always means suicide." The girl raised an eyebrow, but the rest of her face remained blank.

 Agatha sighed. "Yes, I killed them." Her heart hammered as soon as she said the words, but she ignored it. It had been self defense and her mother deserved it. "I stole their power. And if you have a problem with it, then get away from me or I'll steal yours." She spoke forcefully, sounding more confident than she felt. She grimaced inside as she envisioned what her mother always said when Agatha said something dark. 

 'You're worse than I thought you would be.'

Agatha swallowed. The woman gave a small chuckle, though it was more of a cackle. "I don't think stealing my powers would do you much good. And I don't have a problem with it. In fact, I think it's quite useful."

Agatha didn't have an answer. "You... do? You don't think it's..." she licked her lips, which were suddenly dry. "Evil?"

 The girl shrugged. "Sure, I think it's evil. I just don't care that it's evil, and neither should you."

Agatha narrowed her eyes. "What are you getting at? What do you want?"

 "I want a truce. And a partnership," the woman replied, stepping closer still until she was only about a foot away from Agatha. "I want my business to flourish." 

 Agatha tried to ignore how close the woman had gotten, but she could feel the faint remains of the woman's breath on her own neck. "A—and what's your business?"

"It's less of a 'what's your business' question and more of 'who are you' question," the woman smiled coolly. "You see, I'm the green witch."

"The green witch," Agatha repeated, racking her brain for any information on green witches. "You're a green witch?"

"I'm THE green witch," The woman said, "and I suggest you sit down." She gestured to a fallen tree only a few feet away. 

 Agatha was intrigued. There was something about this witch, something that was different from all the other witches, but she couldn't tell what. Maybe it was because she still felt the witch's breath on her neck...

Agatha sat, not really knowing why she was following orders from someone she'd just met, expecting the woman to say something. Instead, the witch simply turned away and waited for a second. Then she turned around.

Agatha's heart stopped. Instead of the regular face that she previously had, the woman's face was skeletal. From the cheekbones down, her skin looked nearly translucent and her nose was sunken. 

 Agatha recognized her now, and thanked her gut for telling her to do what the woman said.

"I'm Death," she said, tilting her head, "and I need you to get me my bodies."

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So I watched Agatha All Along and I couldn't help but start writing fanfiction over it. This is gonna get more into Agatha's backstory, especially her relationship with Rio and even herself.

I am really busy, so I'm going to try to update this as much as I can but it may get really infrequent just because I won't have many chances to get on. But I'll warn you before that.

Love you all!

-VictoryGreen8