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Those eyes were locked onto me.
“Finally, after so many years, I can make my grand debut,” she declared and took a deep inhale with her one nostril. She exhaled loudly and only smiled wider as she bobbed her head.
“The smell of death and fear. I love this aroma so much. It’s rather enlightening if you ask me.”
She laughed and crossed her arms as she looked at me.
“Willow. What a privilege to have you present for my uprising. To have my prodigy here is such an honor, especially now that I’ve gotten rid of that weak nuisance that was holding me back.”
“Weak nuisance!” Ace screamed and banged on the barrier with so much anger, it vibrated through the magical wall, igniting an actual crack. “SHE’S YOUR DAUGHTER! You fucking killed her!”
“It had to be done.” She didn’t even carry an ounce of pity as she somehow seemed more interested in her nails. “I never asked to have twins. I’d requested a son so the cycle with all this pressure of getting on this stupid high chair would be over.”
She sighed and lowered her hand as her expression hardened.
“I did everything I could to ensure I’d have a son. Spellwork, elixirs. Everything was perfect until I gave birth. Hours of labor to bring my wonderful baby boy to life, only for me to be shocked at the urge to push again. More agony and pain, and to my shock, there came a crying baby girl. Do you know how utterly disappointing it is to do everything to prevent such circumstances from happening and yet it’s given to you on a silver platter?”
I was horrified by her words as I dared to envision what she was describing.
“My own Coven had drugged me with a potion that forced my destined son to be split into two individuals. Half of his power was stripped thanks to this interference. They literally didn’t want our legacy to end. The desperation to continue was enough for them to dare manipulate my boy, who I ensured would be destined to be king who would never need to be associated with these bitches who couldn’t let go of my desire to simply live my life with my love.”
She clenched her fist as she shook her head.
“The birth of Aurelia left me in a spiraling form of depression, and I realized how much I hate I carried for her. I hired my friends to raise her like their own while I ensured my son, Amos, would be raised in Faerie with a few instances where he’d attend classes here. It was clear he was already being mistreated for being a male, and it frustrated me to great lengths. No matter how many times I complained, the Coven didn’t give a shit. The focus was on having a female rise to the High Chair that my mother and then I had skipped. I decided I was going to stop this once and for all so no one else would deal with such obsession over a bloody position.”
She lifted her burned hand then, showing just mutated the limb was.
“Then the incident happened. The explosion was meant to kill me because of my disobedience. I was a threat to the Coven for wanting the best for my Amos, so the Coven decided what better way to do it with a bit of an accident.” She actually laughed and shook her head. “Funny how Elphaba was present and it was actually thanks to her attempt to save me that half of my body was reserved. But the other half? It was burnt to the bone with magic designed to ensure no one could heal my flesh. Rather cruel when we live in a time and age where preventative care should be quite easy with magic.”
She frowned as her eyes darkened.
“I suffered for years, alone and attempting to heal myself so I could check on my boy. By the time I managed to disguise the burnt scent of my flesh, I found out how they had mistreated my Amos. He was outcasted in this world and yet they dared to do everything they could to punish him for existing in the Fae world,” she revealed. “I disguised myself as a private maid, requesting the aid of the Phoenix Family to give him some sort of redemption, but it was but a waste of time as they dismissed my concerns for I was a nobody.”
Anger fueled her eyes as they narrowed.
“How dare they make my son suffer? My rainbow baby who took everything out of me. I couldn’t let them dare overshadow my prince, and I despised how they were willing to protect their own heir from hardship. That was until I heard of the incident.”
Her eyes fell on me once more as she smirked.
“Pushed off a cliff, plunged to her demise, only to be retrieved and brought to the Coven for magical revival,” she broke it down and sighed in relief. “An opportunity to not only secure my son’s destiny but to ensure the Phoenix family got a bit of punishment for not aiding my son when he desperately needed it.”
She clapped her hands slowly as if the approaching revelation needed a moment of applause.
“What better way to deliver payback than by torturing another child? Make them feel loads of agony, but ensure they’d never tell a soul or there would be dear consequences. It worked like a charm, allowing me to test various torture methods with how fast her healing process was matched with her pain tolerance. What I really wanted to do was to create a force of power that would be awakened by death itself,” she revealed. “Those who attempt suicide have a higher probability of doing it again, so all I had to do was play a waiting game while collecting pawns who would bow to my reign and have no choice but to serve me.”
She snapped her fingers, and I caught onto the wolf shifters who revealed themselves from the shadows. It only took a matter of seconds for us to realize that we were surrounded by rows of shifters, their energies clearly tainted as they all wore red collars around their necks.
They literally looked like zombies with how sickly pale they were and their frail bodies that were barely standing as they waited obediently for their Master’s orders.
“Sadly, your suicide attempt didn’t trigger the psychotic side I’d implanted in you, but I knew there was still one way of hurting you,” she declared, gesturing to the burning stake that barely had any flames left. “Since you were a child, you kept my daughter dear to your heart. It's rather amusing, honestly, how fate works. To think your mother and I were dear friends, but then she obtained her birthright, and soon I was nothing but an allied shadow. Her men became her priority, and when you came along, her attention was on ensuring you’d be set to claim your birthright the same way she had. I was long forgotten, and I bet even at my death, she probably didn’t shed a year.”
She outstretched her hand and stared at the palm of her hand as it ignited with flames.
“So I made it my mission to make your lives a living hell. Anything to put the Phoenix Empire in jeopardy. From stealing Loki from contributing to your protection to forcing the Phoenix Empire to put your little sister in her spot just so she could lose it. Any way to make those destined to be your allies into your foes was my newfound mission with your existence, just to make your life miserable,” she revealed. “Your suffering would indirectly hurt Elphaba, who would have to play devil’s advocate and be a void in your life until you acquired your birthright. Even then, I ensured she’d be so busy that you wouldn’t even have the time to speak to her, just to ensure my identity was never revealed.”
I bit my lip as watched her stare at the green bluish flame in her grasp.
“I really doubted my meddling would have triggered the bond between you and my Amos, but then I realized it was the perfect ploy for my final plan. You guys were getting too close to finding the truth, and my useless slaves like Garfield and Felicia weren’t helping me in the slightest. Adding the fact that you stole my Loki back and proceeded to take my second best pet, Arthur, I was becoming rather frustrated with my lack of resources, but then Aurelia came to Faerie in a territory I once carried ownership of and it was simply the perfect way of implanting a mind control spell that could only be triggered once.”
