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"The blood of a babe."
A vial of metallic scented liquid of red was poured into a cauldron of black. On contact with the newly added ingredient the bubbling and clear fluid was changed to a dastardly purple.
The woman stumbled and her servant, Mathias emerged from his home in the shadows to catch the woman before she fell.
"Are you okay mistress?" He asked holding onto her pale and smooth hands, usually covered with rings that were now in his pockets.
"Yes, but this just lets us know the first gate has been opened. And it used the function of my legs as a key."
Mathias only stared at the woman, he was a creation from her magic. When a witch casts enough spells she creates demons, who are formed from the residual magic of the said witch. He wished that he was enough for his mistress, but an artificial being wasn't enough for her. Not in the long shot.
"The final breath of a human."
She snapped her fingers, and a whisp of breath she had awaiting in a home of lavender zipped towards her and into a pot. The potion changes again, becoming thicker in consistency.
This time it her eyes becoming dull, and unseeing.
Mathias almost couldn't bare to see her loss that brightness she once had in those eyes of pale blue.
"Mistress," he said with a cracking voice. She should stop, stop while she still could.
"No Mathias," she said. She turned her unseeing eyes to where he was. "The council has probably already sensed the change in the air. They'll be here soon, and my barrier will be too weak to stop them. There's no turning back."
He only hardened his eyes, and gulped down all his retorts. Mistress knew best, she takes care of him even when he's a bother. The woman continued.
"The bones of a magical being."
She emptied the small satchel of crushed bones from the Armadian woman who they had caught hunting in the woods, into the pot next. Now the liquid became incredibly shiny.
What will they take next? Mathias wondered, tightly gripping the woman's wrist.
Her skin, previously smooth and pale began to wrinkle and become destroyed with dark spots. Her silky and long white hair fell to her feet and her head became bumpy and marred. Her previously perfect body of curves and softness became unproportional, and her once heavenly face resembled that of a monster.
This was her idea of ugliness, but to Mathias she was still the beautiful fallen angel. But in her sightless eyes, they had taken away her beauty to open the third gate.
"An item of a First."
She revealed a emerald earring in her shaking fist. She tossed it into the water and it disappears from sight. The liquid calmed, and was changed to a milky white.
