*Surrey, England - July 19th, 1693*

     Abigael spent the year in isolation, time to grieve her Mother's untimely death. Then her anniversary of her Death. Her death was nothing natural about it, it was barbaric, and awful to witness. But in time, Abiagel will get her revenge on those who did her wrong, and they will pay tremendously.

Pauline hoveled back to the Grand Coven, and tried everything in their power to break the spell Abigael had placed onto her, but they had no luck. The High Priestess decided to remain strong in her position, and banished Pauline from the coven, never to return. She was merely mortal, and would die as one. It was the only joy that Abigael felt at this moment in time.

Abigael flicked through her Grimoire, she had seen it throughout her life, and was only allowed to read it with her mother's permission, and while she was with her. But now that she wasn't here, she had the freedom to read all she wanted. Over the year, she has learnt the many spells concealed within, but there are many, many more that she is yet to discover. She flicked to the next tender page, finding a small necklace laced in-between the pages. It was her Mother's, that was for sure, but she had passed this page before, so where in the hell did the necklace come from. At the end of its silver metal chain it held a Rose Quartz. When Abigael was ill, her mother would swing the necklace along her body, saying that 'it would heal her, if she believed'. She was a girl at the time, only hearing stories of Witches and the supernatural world. But even then she believed with all of her heart. Abigael gripped the chain, and pulled it in front of her, seeing the swinging crystal glisten in the candle light. It was a reminder that her Mother wasn't gone, she would be a part of her.

However, the burning passion of rage, anger, and revenge had already planted its seed. The darkness in her heart had already grown, snuffing out the light that had once filled her veins. Abigael shook her head swiftly, not forgetting or forgiving those who hurt her.

"Knock, knock," a deep English male voice rang freely throughout her home, making her jump up from her seated position, and cock her head around to the door. She sees a man, young, brown hair, and blue eyes. "What a sight," a smile curled up on his lips, but Abigael sensed that he wasn't human. She couldn't describe the feeling she was getting, but she knew for certain he wasn't human.

"Leave," she growled lowly, extending her right hand out, and fire sprouted from her palm. A power she gained in the past year. But still didn't have a clue how she got it. A fire spell was just that, a spell, this seemed more of an ability. "Before I burn you alive," her voice turned dark knowing that she would do what she threatened.

"Tis adorable," he remarks, finding the threat empty. "But you wilt not," he crushes his hand into a fist and the fire in her palm extinguished, snuffed out before she could say anything.

"Who are thee?" Abigael lowered her hand back down to her side.

"Azazel," he spoke with a toothy grin but his eyes turned bright yellow, trying to instill fear. "A Demon. At your service," his eyes slowly returned back to their blue color.

"What do thy want?" Her eyes wandered the man's appearance. Of course, he was possessing a poor soul.

"I know thy Father," those words that left his lips made Abigael's eyes widen. She didn't even know her Father, her Mother never talked about him.

"My Father is a mystery, I have not the faintest idea who he is, and that sits well with me," Abigael spat at Azazel, knowing that she wanted nothing to do with him.

"Your Father spills fear into those who dare question him or even to speak it," he sprouted freely, rather enjoying the tale he is spinning. "Would you believe that I have been searching for you for a year?" He pondered the question. "Your one difficult girl to find," Azazel spoke, stepping closer to Abigael but there was still that distance.

"Why are thee looking for me?" Abigael raised the million dollar question.

"To give you answers in this strange time," he formed a smirk, and with a gentle snap of his fingers a wooden chair nearby dragged itself behind him. Allowing Azazel to sit. "You are wondering why you did not perish like your Mother and those other women," the mention of her Mother made her tense, but she controlled her emotions around this unknown man.

"I believed she found a way to resurrect me," Abigael believed that her Mother ventured into dark magic before her untimely death. Preventing her daughter from stepping into the other side.

"Your Mother was powerful, but she would not tap into the darkness," Azazel was so sure of that, as if he had known her. "As you were taught to fear such power. But 'tis false. You know that too well," a mischievous grin crossed his lips. "Darkness planted itself within, it fills your veins," Azazel was wicked about it, knowing Abigael felt it within her.

"What are you suggesting?" Abigael raised one of her eyebrows up, her expression perplexed, wanting to know the truth he was hiding.

"You are half-demon," he spoke with a smile, as if telling her brought him joy. "Your Mother hid this from you for so long. Locked your demonic side away with a spell," Abigael eyes snapped to him, her expression dramatically changing by the second.

"My mother did no such thing," she protested, as she wouldn't do anything like that. "And for you to suggest such nonsense is ridiculous," Abigael was on the defensive, believing that Margaret would never do anything to hurt her daughter.

"How do you explain the odd things? Fire manipulation. Teleportation. The profound strength... The power," Azazel mentioned a few of the changes Abigael had changed over the year. It was unquestionable, she was changing into something that she didn't understand. But he did. "Shall we prove the theory?" Azazel smirks once again, but this time it was a devilish one. With a snap of fingers, Pauline appeared with a blink of an eye in the room. Her hands bound by chains that were merely just that, chains, and a piece of fabric gagged over her mouth. However, her posture and overall appearance looked shocking, and it pleased Abigael to see. "This one, summoned a Cross-road demon, trying to gain her magic back through a deal. However..." with another snap of his fingers, Pauline was forced to the floor, onto her knees. "They could not grant her the request, because the curse you placed on her is unbreakable. What you possess is some old powerful magic," Azazel stood to his feet, his eyes locked onto Abigael. "And when she could not get what she wanted. She wished you dead," a smile came across his face, but anger came to Abigael's.

"You hag!" She shouted, anger filling her veins. Suddenly, fire sprouted from her palm unwillingly, and formed a ball of fire. Abigael cocked her head between Pauline and the flames, knowing that she was going to kill her right there and then. But she found the will to restrain herself. "You destroyed my family. You killed my Mother, and you tried to kill me twice. Why?!" She threatened Pauline to throw the fireball at her, and she would surely perish in its flames. She mumbles against her gag, but with a click of Azazel's fingers the gag disappears with a blink of an eye.

"You are an abomination. A cross-breed, a bastard," Pauline spat freely, as only her words could harm, nothing else.

"You knew," Abigael made the realisation.

"Yes! I watched as she locked that Demonic side away, even when you were a babe, you emitted darkness. Killed nature, and radiated pain," it was like Pauline was reliving memories of the past. "I told her to kill you, but she would not. She loved you too much. And she found a way," the information stunned Abigael, making her lower her hand, and the fire vanished. She could not believe what she was hearing.

"You see the truth, my child. Thy mother was scared of your true potential, Witches, fear you and want you dead, but not me," Azazel's voice was soothing to her ears, as if he meant the words he spoke. "Kill her, let the rage, anger fill every inch of your being, and join me. I can teach you the ways, allowing you to become more powerful than any Witch or Demon," Azazel was baiting her to become evil, to give into her dark deeds, blur the lines of right and wrong.

Abigael's eyes lingered on Azazel for a moment, taking his words in, before her eyes drifted to the kneeling Pauline. Who made her suffer, who betrayed their trust. Abigael took a few steps forward, her eyes now locked on her former friend.

"You took everything from me. Filled me with hatred, anger, and loneliness," she spat the words out, feeling her blood begin to boil with everything this woman had done to her and her Mother. "I thought cursing you would bring me joy, and it does. But it will never be enough," Abigael was so close, Pauline could feel the heat from her breath. Azazel saw the glint of blood lust in Abigael's eyes, and knew what was coming next. He waved his hand up, and Pauline shot to her feet, and came still. "Only thing that will bring me a hint of happiness now, is your death," her tone turned dark, and without warning. Abigael shot out her right hand, and punched through Pauline's chest, and gripped her beating heart. With her profound strength, she could easily break skin, muscle and bone. Pauline gasps, white hot pain filling her veins, as her eyes widened. "What a strange sensation, holding a person's heart, beating in my palm," Abigael squeezed ever so slightly, making Pauline gasp in pain, blood rushing from her mouth. "My face is going to be the last thing you see," with a tight grip on Pauline's heart, Abigael ripped her hand free, and pulled her heart out of her chest. Pauline gasps, staring at her heart before her eyes drift to Abigael. Within seconds, she fell to the ground, dead.

Abigael examined the heart in her hand, the whole of her hand was soaked in wet crimson blood, and stopped just above her wrist. Azazel smiles, pleased with her sudden darkness. Abigael's eyes rose up to meet Azazel, but she effortlessly tilted her hand, allowing the heart to drop onto Pauline.

"An impressive first step," Azazel said, a wicked smile came to his face. But the plan he had was coming together nicely. But sometimes plans can be disrupted, and go off course. However, what Abigael did here tonight will stay with her forever, and start her on the path of darkness. Through the three centuries of her life, she will commit acts of devilish proportion, and darken her heart to black as coal. But even in the darkness, there is a glimmer of light.

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