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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 - 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙

chapter twelve — blackwood

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All the Spellmans were helping Zelda prepare for her wedding to Father Blackwood, though some may not agree of the marriage. Amatis did not see the point of disagreeing. It was a powerful match that would honour their family. Even the Anti-Pope was flying from the Vatican Necropolis to Greendale, to marry the two. Besides, it is not as if Zelda was a love-struck fool, she would do what was right. Sabrina begins again after Zelda remarks how quiet she has been the past couple of days, stating that she didn't even know why she would marry the High Priest if she did not even love him.

"Love?" Zelda scoffs. Amatis looks at her cousin. "Sabrina, the marriage doesn't have to come from love to be a successful marriage. I, in fact, believe it is much easier if both parties stay out of each other's business," she says while tying the red ribbon around little black gift boxes for the guests. "Exactly. Take an example from your cousin, Sabrina. Besides, in less then 48 hours, I will be the wife of the High Priest, whether you approve or not." Amatis says nothing and continues tying ribbons when she suddenly feels strange.

A gut wrenching feeling was crawling through her stomach, urging her to vomit up her insides. She quickly drops the package in her hand with the half-made tie and rushes for the closest bathroom. She hears the surprised calls and questions from her family, but she fears losing control over her insides all over the carpet and floor in the hall if she speaks up. Amatis goes inside the bathroom and kneels down by the toilet bowl. As she was regurgitating her breakfast of that morning, someone suddenly holds up her hair.

She appreciates the person that helps, thinking to know who it was. Amatis raises her head tiredly from the experience and mumbles. "Thank you, Hilda." The voice that speaks to her startles the young witch. "I'm not Hilda, sweetheart, but it is still no problem." The girl's eyes widen in a shock. "E-Ed-" She glances at the tall man before her, wearing a suit, a warm coat with a scarf draped around his neck and a dark bowler hat on his head. Everything about him was neat, similar to how Amatis usually dressed. Not a hair was too long in his perfectly groomed beard, nor was his hair on his head.

"My daughter," he speaks. Amatis stares back at Edward Spellman, feeling very confused. "H-how.. You are dead." The man raises an elegant eyebrow. "I am fairly aware of that, but I came to you as a ghost so I could warn and advice you." He glances at her kneeling figure by the toilet bowl. "This is not the first time in the past couple of weeks that you have thrown up, nor will it be the last. You know what is happening to you, do you not?" Amatis looks up at her biological father, not believing that he came to her as a ghost just because she was sick. "No.. but honestly. I don't want to talk with you. You dumped me with your sister because you were ashamed you had fathered a bastard and wanted to keep Diana happy. How would she feel if she knew that her Nightchild was, in fact, her husband's child?"