Unholy Mary

Unholy Night

December 25th 2015

I walk through the streets of Vosselaar. It's dark, cold, and the only  source of light are those old little christmas lights on people's houses.

I skip through the dark alleys like a shadow. My heels make clicks on the sidewalk. I think it sounds like power.

I breathe the cold christmas air in and exhale cold puffs of smoke. I haven't seen my classmates in months now. I can imagine them warming their feet at the fireplace with their families while they unwrap their presents. Pathetic.
"Happy birthday, Jesus." I mutter to myself with a smirk little smile. I stop to light a cigarette. As i light it my attention gets drawn to a bright window at my left side. Warm light pours out of the dampened little window and like a moth to a flame i draw closer.
I can see a family sitting at a table with all kinds of food that could feed us for weeks. In the corner of the room stands a small christmas tree with way too much decoration. Grandma is asleep in her rocking chair, the  two children (a boy and a girl) are playing with their food and the parents are yelling against each other while the dog is trying to steal some food out of grandma's plate. A typical christmas scene. I stare at the turkey. I would give anything for a bite out of that thing.

Suddenly the father's head turns to the window. Instinctively I take a step backwards, shake my head and continue my walk.

The warmth i could see inside that house has somehow made me feel colder now, and the streets seem even darker than before. I pass an old santa claus and smell the stench of liquor coming of off him. I walk faster. I'm almost home. My brothers and sisters are waiting for me, I am sure they have prepared for our feast tonight.

And a feast it will be.

I arrive at the park, crawl under the fence and make way through the bushes trying my best not to rip my old dress. I move farther and farther into the woods, letting the dark absorb me, conceal me from the eyes of unwanted visitors.   I can see a couple of torches flicker in the distance. I try not to crack any branches and stealthily move closer. I take halt, use my foot to brush of fallen leaves and dead branches to uncover a small, wooden trapdoor. I open it and descend. Home at last!

I am happy to see that  Anthony and Nick have moved the chairs and tables in positition, and the altar is probably all set too. I cross my fingers. Let's just hope my sisters have done their job aswell.

Anthony comes out to greet me. "Welcome home, sister. How was your trip?" "As always," i respond with a bright smile. "Isn't it always the same?"
Anthony tells me everything had been set and that everyone was waiting in the altar chamber. Anthony is my left hand, and the second oldest sibling in this coven. Ever since i started recruiting in my school, he has been there to guide me. He seems young, but his eyes betray he has seen things that many others do not see in one lifetime.
I let him lead me to the altar and hold his hand as I ascend the old stone stairs.

"Brothers and sisters! I begin. I speak loud and clear, filling the room with my voice. "Yet once again, we have gathered here in our little cosy dungeon for one reason. CELEBRATING CHRISTMAS!" The room fills itself with laughter and I too have to giggle.

"Okay so, we have gathered here, like always, to honour our father and ask him for renewal of our unholy gifts. As you all know the ritual, I feel there is no more need for further ado. Petra, Cornelius, bring us the sacrifices!"  I step down the stoney stairs and join my brothers and sisters at the table under loud applause. Plates with turkey, roast goose, delicously smelling honey glazed ham and many other dishes go around. I take plenty of turkey, since it's my favorite, and pass it to Adam.

Everyone outside this coven would've expected us to bring human sacrifice, but nothing is less true. Our father does not need the blood of a fresh virgin, or the heart of a goat or any other weird thing to give us what we need. Our father grants us powers because he loves us, that's all. We aren't freaks of some sort, they're all lies. Filthy little lies.

Together we chant songs and booze flows freely.

A little backstory,

My mother was a drunk. A drunk and a prostitute.  My father got attracted to her endless agony, and desperately fell in love with her. My mother, an earthly woman at first, has given birth to no less than 6 children before she left this earth and joined my father . Anthony, Nick, Petra, Cornelius, Adam,   and me. I am the eldest.

Lucifer, dad, does have more wives at a time, which means there are siblings scattered all over the world.

Our coven counts as many as 30 members now, and we're still growing. The coven exists of my 5 siblings and I, and 24 regular humans. There are multiple covens here in Belgium and other parts of europe, (Possibly the whole world, but we don't know that for sure) and we do keep in contact with each other. The world is not exactly safe for children of the devil, but we are not safe for the world either. Sometimes i travel from coven to coven to gather new intel and whereabouts of possible new children and allies.
Frankly, our dad's been busy with women lately, so we can use all the help we can get.

After dinner we say thanks to our father, a sign of respect and gratefulness and we do prick our fingers to give a tiny bit of blood to the fire in the fireplace as a sign of our willingness to suffer, but no virgins or goats are to be slaughtered.

Shortly after i feel a surge of power running through me and feel 17 years young again. "Thanks, father" I mutter, and test my powers by lifting the leftover plates with my mind, and piling them up at the sides of the tables. My gift is Telekinesis, the power to move objects with my mind.

Anthony has the gift of pyrokinesis, and manipulates fire.

Adam has the gift of clairvoyance, and hears thoughts, often has visions of days to come.

Petra has the gift of concilium, imposition of one's will onto another (mind control).

Cornelius has the gift of Vitalum Vitalis (the power of resurgence), and balances the scales between one life force and another.

 And Nick has the gift of night, and can move through shadows.

Together we rule this coven.