Power of Death (Agathario)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Rio grabbed Agatha's shoulders and their lips melded together. Agatha could feel something inside of her growing, like a ravenous pit of evil, feeding off of the pleasure. The Darkhold could sense her.

Agatha wrapped her arms around Rio's neck, her hands in Rio's hair as she continued, sparks flying from the torches around them. She could feel the Darkhold's approach as much as she felt Rio's arms around her body, and her excitement increased, her mind and body fizzing with anticipation. She flung her hand out in the air, a perfect place for the Darkhold to rest.

Her lungs screamed for oxygen, but she ignored it. Instead, Rio was the one who pulled away to gasp, finally giving in to their need for air.

"It worked, Agatha," Rio said, her deep breaths grazing Agatha's cheek.

Agatha looked up and gasped louder than she was breathing already. She slowly lowered her hand in between them, staring at the book that now sat in her palms.

It was ancient, its strange material feeling as if it would fall apart at any second. Runes and symbols filled its dark cover, the shapes casting a shadow upon the entire book.

"How are you feeling, dear?" Agatha asked Rio, who smiled.

"As dead as ever, my love."

Agatha nodded in awe. It worked. Rio was already dead, but alive at the same time. The curse upon the Darkhold had been tricked.

Agatha held her breath as she stepped back from Rio, unblinkingly opening the book as if it could disappear at any time. She gasped as she read the first lines, feeling power rising in her limbs.

She watched the words slide off the page like a dark sludge and turned to a mist that went into her mouth, her eyes, her ears, everywhere. She sucked it in, determined not to miss a spot of it. Her body lit up with power as she breathed deeply, finishing off the dark shadows of mist.

She let go of the book, instead letting it sit in the air as she leaned back, the magic sinking into her bones. She licked her lips, facing Rio, feeling drunk with the power of it all.

"Happy now?" Rio asked, looking at Agatha expectantly.

Agatha cackled, shutting the Darkhold and cramming it into the crook of her arm. "Yes."

Rio put her hands on Agatha's shoulders, bringing them closer together. "Time to see what you can do."

Agatha let her eyelids lower as she kissed Rio again, letting the contact reverberate around in her lips. She stayed there for a second, then stepped back, grabbing Rio's hand, still feeling the new power in her skin.

"Time to go, my love."

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Hmm so now she has the Darkhold something does not add up...

Worry not reader, I always have a plan. It may be a dark and evil one, but it is a plan. 

Have a wonderful time rereading those sentences and trying to figure out what they mean! 

Also have a good day too.

-VictoryGreen8