A/N: Heyy people-who-should-be-doing-something-productive-with-their-life-but-are-procrastinating-on-Wattpad!!!! Well, in this part of the book, I'm gonna be focussing on the deep dark nasssttty secrets of Heaven and bla bla. Pls remember: this is a work of FICTION, and I do not mean any offence to any religion. Well, that being said, allons-y!
Triss hurried home under the cover of thunder above her. As soon as she slammed the door shut, she allowed herself to breathe and let go of the enchantment disguising her. The teenager suddenly disappeared, and in her place stood a tall, stunningly beautiful woman, with short brown hair and purple eyes. The purple colour wasn't fixed, but swirled round her pupils in a hypnotic manner, as was usual for a Tarkha witch. Her body curved and moved in an equally hypnotic manner, but her nails ruined the image.
They were curved like claws, and they were stained with blood.
She smiled widely, revealing very sharp teeth, staring at her tanned skin in the mirror. It felt good to release her true form from her nasty human one.
She walked into her living room, which had been transformed into a conference room. Seated around the huge table in the middle of the room were the rest of the Tarkha witches. All in all, they were thirteen, six men and seven females. They all shared weird swirling eyes, but they were all a different colour. Triss, whose actual name was Kharat, was the leader of this cult, and her purple eyes marked her power and dominance over the others. As soon as she entered the room, they rose respectfully. After tersely commanding them to sit, she herself daintily sat at the head of the table.
Her right-hand advisor Skeelan, a young male witch of only 3000 years, spoke first. "One of the angels sent here to repent has been eliminated, milady. Young Destiny McKenzie, Aria in angel form."
Kharat winced. She remembered Aria's brightness when she was brought to the Heavenly Court of Justice. After all, she'd been present for all the court meetings, and she'd played quite an important part in condemning them.
Heaven was not being ruled by God, not anymore.
The Tarkha witches were but one cult, albeit the most powerful one. There were six other cults, ironically forming seven cults against Heaven, seven being a sacred number in Hebrew religion, showing eternity and life. Kharat scoffed mentally. Life. Pah.
The other cults went by the names of Ieta, Parchat, Khath, Yater, Brascha, and Ghety. All in all, they formed 91 powerful witches, all with at least 2000 years of experience. 2000 was considered the youngest age for a witch to apply in these cults, and only the best of the best were chosen. Kharat herself had forgotten how old she herself was. However, she had witnessed Earth's birth, so she knew she was quite old. She felt young, though. Malice and evil kept her alive.
Heaven used to be ruled by God. God was all-powerful and all-knowing, and he seemed an unstoppable force. But he had one terrible weakness: he forgave everyone and loved everyone. Hosts of rebel angels stormed his courts with this knowledge, and let the witches enter Heaven. The disruption this caused triggered a massive chain-reaction. Hell itself grew weary of evil, and Earth suffered from freak weather and massive climate change. However, due to the sheer enormity of heaven, a large percentage of peaceful angels did not know that God had been replaced by a faux god. Unknown to them, evil crept into Heaven, and the peace and love turned to hatred and jealousy. Most good angels were being punished for petty crimes and sent on Earth, and then they were hounded by the witch cults on Earth and eliminated. The gates of Heaven were closed again, and the souls of righteous humans were not admitted to enter their birthright. Evil forces wanted Heaven for themselves, and they were set to eliminate every last human and angel in existence.
Kharat gave a thin smile, her eyes glinting with malice, and spoke, her voice echoing dramatically as only the Head of the Tarkha Cult could. "I found two more angels. They are undeniably angels, and I have recognised them as Soleil and Celestia in their angel forms. Those two used to be inseparable in Heaven. Shame their crimes weren't large enough to be sent to Hell... it would have saved a lot of trouble."
A knock came at the door, along with an evil presence. All the witches' eyes flashed simultaneously as they recognised the presence at the door. It was Beelzebub, Hell's second in command. Kharat stood up and went to open the door.
On the doorstep stood a very tall man wearing a suit. His dirty blonde hair fell in his eyes, shielding them. And for good reason. The eyes shone a demonic red, a red so strong not even a glamour could hide them. Rumor had it that the very fires of Hell burnt in Beelzebub's eyes. He stepped past her without greeting, and a second after she closed the door he loosened his grip on the enchantment disguising him. His clothes immediately melted away to be replaced by cracked, scaly skin the colour of ashes, and the fire in his eyes swallowed the pupils. His mouth was a thin line of darkness, and his hands taloned claws. Only an extremely urgent case could bring the extremely lazy but extremely powerful demon to this dimension. It was incredibly hard for a demon to switch dimensions, and Kharat could feel the familiar apprehension in the pit of her stomach when she saw the demon.
"Get rid of Celestia and Soleil. They are capable of things...best not spoken of."
It was uncommon for a demon to disclose information of any kind unless it was serious. Kharat felt her haughty confidence falter a little as she remembered how powerful the young angels had felt. It was going to be a tough battle to bring them down.
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A/N: Hey y'all!
Just a fun fact, Kharat is an anagram for Tarkha. She's so vain, she names her cult after an anagram of her name. Pffft.
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