asceticium

[asceticium]

ੈ✩• 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖓, 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊 • ੈ✩

a witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.

ੈ✩• 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔣  • ੈ✩

revenge: To exact punishment or expiation for a wrong on behalf of, especially in a resentful or vindictive spirit. Revenge was bittersweet because when one was extracting it; you had to dig two graves: one for their enemy and one for them. Because at the end of the day, two people would be six feet under the stars, that was something that Amelia Hamid knew would happen to her, and a part of her was prepared for death while the other part of her wasn’t. She was torn into two. But the blonde female didn’t wasn’t always this way, she once was innocent and full of light and had hopes of changing the world someday. She wanted everyone to see the good in one another. Maybe she was naïve, but she believed in a better world. A girl could dream, right? Dreaming was something that Amelia did constantly, she dreamt of a world that lifted one another and wasn’t consumed by the need to post everything they did daily. Her dreams meant nothing to her family because unfortunately for Amelia, she was a witch; her family's convent was powerful. The Hamid last name held so much weight in the witch community but unlike her two sisters, Amelia didn’t love magic. She didn’t understand why they got the chance to practice witchcraft while more deserving people didn’t. She didn’t understand and even though she loved the power that she had; she just didn’t feel the need to use it but that would all change. The day she lost them all.

ੈ✩• 𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖙 – 𝕵𝖆𝖓𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝟑𝟎𝖙𝖍, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑 • ੈ✩

“Melia, we all know that you don’t want to do this, but will it kill you to try? “ Rolling her eyes clockwise, shaking her head slightly as the words drip from her younger sister’s lips. “I rather be reading a book than partaking in the lesson today but seeing as you two won’t leave me alone, I’ll do my part and then go back to reading. Got it?” Amelia’s chestnut-shaded orbs shifted from her sister’s dark hues and onto the tree, she inhaled a deep breath as her right arm extended outward; dainty digits wiggled, “Phasmatos Incendia. “ The words uttered from her nude petals, and eyes stayed fixated on the tree and in a matter of minutes it was up in flames; the leaves languidly burning, shifting her gaze towards Isabella. “Class dismissed. “ Tuneful titters reverberated from her throat before she pivoted on the balls of her heels, her cranium shaking with each step that she took. “See you two at dinner, try not to burn the house down while I’m gone.”

Orbs widened as her mouth dropped agape, taking a step forward; brown eyes navigating the blood-filled room. The room that was once filled with laughter and joy was now dosed with heartache. Amelia could feel her heart tighten in her chest as she dropped to her knees. “Amelia… “ The voice that resounded from the opposing side of the bathroom door was feeble in nature and despite its lowered octave, she was able to describe that it was her mother who called for her. “Mom…I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here.”

“Mom?” Amelia bellowed before she stood from the confines of her plush duvet to clamber to her bare feet in a bound for the sealed door, the narrow frame of her shoulder having met the wooden structure of the door before her artful appendages followed suit to glean the gilded doorknob before the door collided with the concrete wall. What Amelia saw before her rendered her motionless before evoking the slack of her jaw and the disintegration of her visage. Lucid liquid swelled within the seams of her inferior lids to eclipse the sight of her chestnut pools. Her mother was lying adjacent to the bathtub in a frail slump with ribbons of crimson spewing from the bite marks, tainting her flesh. Her dark orbs had adopted a nearly vacant glaze as they were fractionally shown through the slit of her lids. “M—Mom, who did this? What happened? Please speak to me!” As a dulcet octave faltered to a broken tone that conveyed how battered she was internally, she’d fallen unto the base of her knees in a gesture of sheer defeat. Her mother urged Amelia to get close to her decrepit figure, Amelia walked forth on bare knees until they were met with a pool of her mother’s blood. “Amelia…” She muttered once more in a lethargic tone of voice. Amelia could barely discern between her mother’s tone and the sound of her own unbridled sobs. It wasn’t until she feebly shifted her figure into Amelia’s juxtaposing front that she took heed of her vitality. “Y-you have to go..” She managed to cough each word among a spew of doe crimson. The rattle of Amelia’s head was the greatest protest that she could manage at that moment. “D-don’t argue, A—melia. You need to find…” Another blood-curdling cough and heavy inhalation. “The vampire that did this. They call him Stefan…F—Find him.” With that said, her auburn spheres flitted skyward to meet Amelia’s sorrowful leer before they were corrupted by a barren tint, and her figure was rendered lifeless. In that moment Amelia knew that her life would forever be changed, and her goal was to find this vampire and make him regret ever stepping foot into her home.

Revenge was on the menu and Amelia wouldn’t rest until she got what she wanted, no matter the cost. She no longer had anything to live for so she would die for them.