Oh the power!!!
I have never felt such a surge in all my wicked years. Is that what I’m longing? A coven? Is the practice of the White Arts become too simple to feed my supernatural hunger? Or am I simply just getting bored with myself?
A part of me is shocked i actually went through with helping the “Master” with the resurrection of Hallow. I know what evil will come. But another part of me, a darkness I’d never explored, felt a rush so intense & so satisfying. I stood in awe watching the other witches cut into their palms with the dagger, then it was my turn. I placed the blood covered blade in my hand and without flinching or even an ounce of regret, i sliced through my palm. Their blood mixing with mine. A wave of excitement jolted within my core when i chanted the words. As the spell began to fullfill its purpose, the power of Four, united, was almost too strong to withstand but i drew in all its force, its energy and enjoyed every second.
Although Hallow has now returned, with my help maybe for the worst, I’ve come to believe that i am more than the good little witch everyone has come to know. Something has changed. Something is simmering deep in my gut and I feel much stronger & more powerful than that moment when I walk towards the circle that night.
I tasted what i truly am…And i liked it.