Moon Phases (Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader)

Chapter XXVII.

The coven gasped, some looking behind them at the cracked glass windows, but everyone quickly focused on you, the source behind everything.

Your hands were glowing white, and your fingers curled into tight fists in a useless attempt to contain your anger and control yourself, but your magic kept flowing wild.

"No!" You exclaimed, your voice coming loud across the room. You freed your hand from Rio's and pushed her to the side, not allowing her to keep you back any longer. "You were supposed to be a decent mother and protect her!"

You stood in front of the coven, your chin held high, and your eyes held this darkness within them—a look not even Agatha had ever seen on you.

Evanora flew closer, and as her eyes fell on your form, familiarity flashed across her face. Her gaze was hard, and her lips formed a snarl.

"You!" She pointed a ghostly finger at you. "This is your fault. You were supposed to kill her back then. That was your responsibility, and yet you refused, forcing my coven to take the risk."

Your hands shook. "I was a child!" You argued. "I didn't even have my first bleeding, and yet you dared to ask me to kill your own child!"

Agatha looked at you with wide eyes, never knowing this little piece of information. She never knew that her own mother had approached you, asking you to take her down.

You truly were a child back then, no older than 11. You had been close to Agatha, and yet she was surprised that you so openly refused to acknowledge or follow Evanora's orders.

After all, that woman had allowed you to reside within the grounds of her coven and even invited you to different coven rituals.

One would expect you would do anything to thank the woman who kept you sheltered and part of a coven when all the other witches would have kicked you away.

Yet, even then, you refused her. Even then, you chose Agatha over anyone else. Even then, you believed Agatha was kind in her heart, and she was not the monster her mother saw her as.

"This was what you were created to do!" She so openly and harshly reminded you. "To exterminate evil contaminating the purity of witchcraft, " Evanora continued. "This was your responsibility."

By now, your magic was seeping through your clenched fingers, glowing bright and flowing up in extended branches. The blood-red moon was glowing behind you, its haunting light entering through the cracked window as your emotions started to get the best of you.

"It was your job as a mother to help her!" Your voice grew even louder, tears gathering at the edges of your eyes as frustration built up. "You were supposed to nurture and guide her. To show her the right path. Instead, you tricked her on her very own birthday! You used her loyalty to you and tied her to a post, ready to execute her the day she had just turned 18!"

There were a few faint gasps from the coven, who did not know the details of that fateful night. They didn't know the true darkness hidden behind the 'Salemite massacre'.

But you knew for Agatha told you everything. You knew it was her birthday. You could still remember how happy she was, ready to be fully initiated into the coven.

You remembered how happily she thought her mother had finally softened up to her. You remembered how you tried to persuade her not to go, fearing Evanora had no good intentions.

And, of course, you remembered how she had come to you the same night, shaken and on the verge of tears. You will always remember as she told you what happened and how her coven was dead because her powers protected her during her execution.