𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒
the world is a filthy place

THE SILVER MOON was high in the sky giving off the only light, apart from the lampposts whose rays died inches from the dirty tungsten bulbs. The only that was noticeable coming down the street was five figures, dressed in all black from head to toe, and had angry aura's.

They all took a sharp right to go straight into the woods, and stayed in the straight line, no one breaking it.

Suddenly, they appeared at a stump - the Nemeton. The leader rose her hand and waved it, muttering a spell under her breath, allowing hidden things to be seen.

There was many bodies laid out, varying in ages, color, and sex's.

Their bodies lay like ghoulish mannequins, the esophagus and arteries sticking out like so much corrugated and rubber tubing. It looked as if a special effects team had worked over time for some Friday the thirteenth movie set, but that smell... That smell could only come from recently slaughtered animals. In this case the animals were human and their corpses were still warm, the blood thickening but not yet dried on their waxy skin.

"Ladies!" The leader shouted. Her dirty blonde haired swayed side to side as she analyzed the four figures who took their spots around the dead bodies. "This is no good!" She exclaimed, her voice angry and disappointed. "This is barely anything. You need to go out and find more victims. We need this town to be covered in blood. We need her to realize that she is powerless. We need her to realize that she will not live to see another day!"

"Are you sure this is what they want?" One of the women asked, her black haired fell down her back in tight waves, and her eyes were narrowed as she stated at the leader. "The ancestors-"

"The ancestors will love us for this!" Another woman shouted, her skin darker than the others, and she glared at the girl who spoke up. "They wanted us to lure out abomination and destroy her! And this is what we're going to do."

"Yes, but-"

"Silence!" The leader bellowed which made the other witches flinch before lowering their heads in a submissive move. "You will do as I say or you will end up like these fools!"

"Yes, ma'am," the rest of them chorused, looking down at their feet.

"Now, go out there and kill that abomination before I end you all!" The leader bellowed and watched with a smirk as the four other witches ran off to kill some more people to lure out the tribrid freak.

She looked down at the nemeton with a smirk and pulled out a knife, cut her hand, and let her blood drop onto the stump. She muttered a spell while waving her hand, and grinned as the blood swirled around, allowing her to see the tribrid.

"I am not allowing some abomination destroy my ancestors," she spoke darkly as she watched the blonde party with her friend's. "Hope Mikaelson will die tomorrow."

She chuckled darkly and looked up at the sky before her eyes rolled back and she fell to the ground. Her unconscious body smirked as she planted herself in Hope's mind.