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“W-W-What are you doing?” one of the Elders screamed.
“She’s an innocent child,” another tried to emphasize, but that simply made Willa smile further while her cold eyes returned to the woman in her grasp.
“This is your chance to prove who is more important to your Coven,”she hauntingly declared.“Decide. The assistant,”she began and further grinned,“or Aurelia.”
The Elder didn’t even waste a second.
“Let go of the child!” she demanded. “She’s our prodigy! You kill her and I swear, we’ll go to war.”
Willa laughed, the sound rather sophisticated in nature.
“You once again prove that no matter what a misfit does, it’ll never be worthy of your recognition,”she stated with a hint of sadness before she used her right hand to flick at the girl. The action sent her flying into the metal rails of the bridge.
Her body went limp as she fell to the ground, but it was clear she was still alive since she was breathing.
“How dare you hurt her?!” the Elder snarled. She tried to fight against Willa’s hold, but it was pointless.
“Did you ever carry a hint of pity when you all contributed to torturing me?”
That ignited a wave of silence that was deafening in nature.
The woman’s eyes were wide while Willa’s lips dipped into a deep frown while her grip tightened around the wrinkled neck, causing the woman to choke.
“When you laid me upon that metal table and repetitively shocked me, bruised me, beat me across the room like a fucking rag doll to the point that my skull would crack and I’d seize on those tiled floors that were stained with my blood, did you feel bad at all? I guess I wasn’t worthy of any of your defense.”
“It…it wasn’t me,” she choked, and Willa simply moved closer to her.
“You know exactly who it was, and yet you’re too afraid to tell me. Why? Is it because you realize I know a little secret?”
The woman’s face was beginning to turn a purplish-blue. The lack of oxygen combined with the crushing force of magic that was simply growing around Willa thanks to her obvious anger encouraged the Elder’s slow death.
“How coincidental that when I’m not the sacrificial lamb, Papa Dearest is suddenly in a coma,”she hummed.“Why is that?”
She leaned in further as if to whisper in the woman’s ear, but we all heard her words.“Are you scared he’ll burn everything down all over again? Hmm?”
I was beginning to connect the dots, remembering that Viktor had explained to us about a memory he’d recalled during the ritual ceremony regarding Willow being in Coven territory when she should have been receiving treatment after she’d been pushed off a cliff when she was younger.
The woman couldn’t speak anymore, her struggle obvious enough that Willa decided to let her go. She gasped for air and began to cough, but Willa simply admired it all before she admitted something.
“You were the ones who created me.”
The kneeling woman had no choice but to look her way, just like the rest of us as we tuned into what had to be some sort of revelation.
“When I died fifteen years ago, your Coven volunteered to help me because I was Aurelia’s best friend, but that wasn’t the truth, was it?” she offered. “It was your opportunity to ignite something. To begin to create a puppet you could control by labeling her insane. You tried with Aurelia. You were desperate for her to be completely submissive from her childhood, but you never really could make it happen. Too many people in her corner of protection. Too many eyes watching your moves because she was the only heir to the Clementine Empire and if you guys fucked up, everyone would notice.”
She shook her head and smiled.“That’s why you created me.”
“You…you don’t know what you’re talking about!” the lead Elder hissed.
“But I do,”Willa hummed.“The incantations on my legs. They’re not birth-related, nor are they wolf-related. They had to be given to me by a witch or a wizard, and we all know the more detailed an incantation is, the more magic users have to be present to ensure the magic embedded in the marking is secured in the magic ink.”
She sighed and closed her eyes.“One stroke is painful. Crippling even. So how would you be able to do it to a child without them being scarred for life?”
The question was definitely one to be asked because she was right. The markings on her legs that began to show up like tattoos had been questionable, but I guessed we’d assumed once she’d awakened her magic role with Viktor that those symbols were associated with it.
Little did we know there was a deeply rooted reason that was beginning to reveal the Coven’s involvement in trying to control Willow in some way.
“A good opportunity is to do it when they’re on a table of death, don’t you think?”she quietly offered as her eyes bored into the Elder’s shocked ones.“The markings were embedded with immense magic, far too much for a child to have when they were but a mere human at the time. I’m sure you realize that implanting too much magic into anyone begins to encourage the brain to deteriorate. It’s one of the leading risks of them losing their sanity, but your Coven was willing to take that chance with me because I was on my death bed anyways and no one would question any of you if I died or went mad.”
