Wendy Beauchamp - inside the insides.

Episode 1 - Welcome and goodbye

WENDY'S POV

The fire tickled on Beauchamp's back, almost like it wasn't deadly poisoned by the deep blazes of hell. One single move of the woman made the leaking black liquid tweak, while Wendy quietly sighed, observing the depths of the house of the witch of death. Helena Beauchamp, sister of the betraying brother of their family, the ruler and the one that was most feared by Joanna; after their past in Asgard.

Cueing to the side, Wendy watched the so famous but never known sorcerer come towards her, a long black dress being touched by the flames but never burnt; which caught her attention.

– "so we are finally meeting, Wendy" Helena mumbled the words almost spitting on the woman's smooth skin, even though she was dead. The cursed kitty looked up at her, one ironical smile showing on the brunette's features whilst her completely wet clothes danced on her curved body; "I see you're as bad looking as they tell, /auntie/" vomited the words within a flip of hair, trying to fake the fear stamped on her face when actually realizing that she was... in the underworld.

———————————

POV JOANNA

Holding onto her sister's body, the brunette couldn't bear but sob to the image of her so loved family member dead. Across the room, the body of Frederick was laying immobilized and lifeless, same as Wendy's. Tears running across the face of the older woman and matriarchy of the family made her realize how much she was ungrateful towards her sister during the time she was there; and they were, once again, paying for it.

— "Joanna, what happened?" Tommy asked, his light eyes examining carefully the now empty corpse of his lover, while bare hands moved towards her chest, flicking onto her necklace, undoubtedly looking for a sight of life, one miserable track of a green or red light residing in the pendant.

— "She gave it to you" trembling words being spoken by the woman, while both the girls (Ingrid and Freya) hugged Joanna by behind in an attempt to give comfort, something all of them knew was impossible since they lost two, two of their most important members. — "her last life, sacrificed herself for you to be happy" these were said with grudge, she warned the witch so many times of the price they had to pay for loving humans, sharing their secrets. Again, here they were, just beginning to arise underneath the Beauchamp's house hold.

"Leave" Joanna screamed, eyes fuming at the male that had /obviously/ no fault on a mistake the king made — "don't come back, ever" demanded, words reverberating on the room while now all three of them thought of what to do to bring, not only Frederick, but Wendy from the dead.