You are not a freak. Not to me anyway. I find you kind of cute. Let’s make a deal, Alfie. Let’s meet up here in the woods every Saturday. It will be our special place to be ourselves. But have to come here to school with me. Deal?
Indeed, Marco was having her problems tonight.
She would wake up from her dream as she quickly rose. But something was wrong as her hands were chained behind her back, and she wore a muzzle. She then saw Father Raphael, the man in a trench coat, and a few others armed with AR-15 rifles.
So this is how I go out... Marco dreaded.
"Finally, you're awake. Now we can play this little game," Father Raphael said with a sinister smile.
“Bastard!” Marco tried to lunge after him, but she was chained up and couldn’t move forward.
The guards cowardly raised their guns as they thought she would break them.
"Weapons down! She's only human..." Bain reassured.
Father Raphael cleared his throat as he explained the situation, "You see, little girl, they weren't expecting to have company over. We thought she was alone that night."
“Murderers!” Marco growled.
Father Raphael laughed at her pain, "Murderers? The last time I checked, these dark creatures give themselves to the devil long before reaching hell. What we have done was set herself free--"
“My Lord?” Another armed guard came into the house, interrupting Father Raphael.
Of course, this intrusion peeved Father Raphael, "Can't you see I am doing my best work here? What is it?" The armed guard whispered into his ear. "So she is alive...”
Hearing help about her friend surviving that assault, she tried to edge closer to Father Raphael, "What? She is alive?"
“You keep your distance!” Bain threatens.
“Fuck you!” Marco is defiant.
Bain was about to approach Marco, but Father Raphael stopped him, "Wait! This is now interesting..." Father Raphael pushed Bain aside as he walked toward Marco flirtatiously, "In the hailstorm of bullets and fire, what anybody would survive that is anyone's guess. But I can take a guess--"
“She is not a witch, you damn sissy!” Marco interrupted.
Father Raphael scowls at Marco. Taking a couple of steps back, he extended his arm at Marco and clenched his fist, emanating a white fireball in his hand.
“I dare you to say that again!” Father Raphael shouted.
Marco scoffed at the idea, "Sweetie, unlike Lord Caliber, it was a compliment. And to be honest, you are my type." Even though they could see her smile, she did wink at Father Raphael.
However, Father Raphael found it appalling while he lowered his hand, dissipating the fireball, "as I would ever go through that disgusting hole. I would rather have a pure woman and one with God. That someone who delves into the muck, becoming the devil's concubine."
“Don’t knock it if you try it, Ralphie!” Marco flirted.
Father Raphael just looked at her with such disdain he could burn a hole through Marco's head.
You still don’t recognize me, huh? Marco thought.
"Set it up. Now!" Father Raphael ordered.
Bain approached Marco and placed a body camera on Marco’s chest.
"The harness we strapped on you will hold this body camera, and Bain has the only key," Father Raphael explains. "With that camera, we can monitor your every move. We want to see your reactions in real time." He said with a smirk.
"What? Am I being hunted by you sick cunts?” Marco suggested.
"Not by us, I'm afraid. But what is outside these doors." Father Raphael corrected. "I heard that this entire area is brimming with dark energy so much that it affects wild animals. Foxes, wolves, and other predators. Most even believe that spirits take human flesh at night. And that is why you're here. I want to see it for myself."
“Want to do yourself a favor and act like a real man for once...” Marco insulted.
But Father Raphael wasn't even angry as he smiled, "All jokes aside, at least I'm going to be walking out of here. And unlike you, sweetie, you will only last the night because I'm giving you eight hours, between sunset and first light, to make it out of this area alive. And if you don't do it in time, I'll visit the nearest hospital, kill your lesbian friend, and drown that newborn baby myself. That seems fair enough of a wager..."
Realizing the severity of the situation, Marco didn’t make a smart remark.
Bain even smiled at this, “Now she’s nice and quiet... We are live, by the way...”
“Good, let me see!” Father Raphael leans over to see Maine’s smartphone as they can see their selves in the shot. "Nice! Okay, let's get out of here."
Father Raphael and his crew left the dilapidated house with those parting words. Now, all alone and helpless. Silence has deftly crept into the house. She took the time to look around to see pretty much nothing. Everything was bare and broken down. It looked like it survived a fire, but she wasn't so sure. The house itself smells like old cherry oak wood, something common for a house of this size.
Marco couldn't turn around since her binds were tight. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. If only she could—
BING! BING! BING!
Then, immediately, her shackles and her binds unlocked. Marco found herself free from the chains. She took off the muzzle and felt her way around the area. Marco still had no shoes, so she had to be careful not to step on the nail.
Marco looked out the broken-out window to see the sun setting fast. She only saw cornfields for miles and miles twice as tall as she was.
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“For fuck sake!” Marco said out loud.
There was no getting around to it; Marco had to leave the house and enter the field. She opened the door and immediately ran off the porch and into the field. The wind was picking up, and the cornfield was wrestling about, creating an unsettling ambiance.
But there was no way around it. She had to go into the field if she ever wanted to save her best friend and her baby.
As she walked forward, she snagged on the tripwire. It triggered the well-placed bells and chimes that alerted the wolves in the area.
The fear finally took hold of Marco as she ran into the field. With little to no direction on where she was going, she was running blindly. All she had to do was keep going straight, she thought. And it worked for a while. But it's not like she had any options to begin with.
If she heard something coming from her left, and she dodged right. It was a good strategy, but she still garnered much attention, as if she needed to try. It has been a few days since she hasn't had anything to eat or drink. It felt like she was running on empty, for something was compelling her to even run in the first place.
Her legs felt heavy, and her lungs screamed as she ran; it felt like hours. Unfortunately, it was pitch black all the time. And there were times she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. That was until she found the cornfields becoming less and less dense as she found a way out, only to find herself in a vast countryside filled with trees and broken-down farm equipment that had been used for decades.
If only she had a flashlight so she could rummage through the parts. Marco wanted to get something strong so she could defend herself. Then she heard a loud squeal from far away. It wasn't a pig or a hog. It felt like something bigger, probably even more demonic.
But Marco had to get going, even though she felt dazed and confused. Even though she wanted to give up, she was compelled to win this twisted game. However, her body betrayed her as it became harder for her to stand. Marco felt hot and sweating out of her clothes.
The moon was the only light source illuminating this dark area as if the heavens were giving her a break. She spat on the idea. Always have to run from town to town. Always kept to herself so no one would know who and what she was. Always keeping herself at arm's length so she would never have to love anyone, only hurt them. She had learned to run and be afraid of who she was.
Realizing her defeat, she took solace in a nearby tree and rested. It didn't matter if some unholy creatures disappeared and tore her apart. At least she would be free, she thought. Hearing the same demonic squeal but closer, she tried to get up and run but couldn't. She hyperventilated and cried while crouching under the tree.
“Lydia, I’m sorry... Please forgive me...” Marco pleaded, closing her eyes tightly, preparing to die.
As she could hear the demonic beast roar and charge toward her in the darkness, she could hear footsteps wrap aside her, charging at the Beast. There is a struggle as the Beast is fighting someone in the darkness. She can even hear the demonic Beast cry out in pain while hearing the hard-packing sounds of stabbing.
Marco didn't know what was happening, but the demonic Beast's cries stopped completely. Breathing heavily, she sat up and opened her eyes. Then she saw three women in the moonlight, only wearing black tunics. The three were tall and well-built, but one had fair skin while the others had dark skin. Then, the three paid their attention to frightened Marco.
With high regality, the three slowly walk towards Marco, who is petrified to run away.
Marco even felt tears running down her face, "spare me! I didn't mean to tread on your land...! I didn't mean to do any harm or--"
Then, the girl with this fair skin knelt before her. Marco could see her world-green eyes sparkle in the moonlight. She can even see her face as if it were an expression of sadness. Out of character with her vicious nature, the fair-skinned girl gently wiped Marco's tears away. She was pretty, had to be young, probably in her 20s. She had long white hair with a heart-shaped face.
They stared at each other for about 10 seconds, but it felt longer than that.
Then, the young woman spoke, “You have been suffering a great deal...” She spoke with a Scottish accent.
Marco didn't know what to say, but she had to do something. So she said what was on her mind, “You have no idea...”
“Are you lost?” The young woman asked.
Marco nodded, “I need to get out of here!”
“Yet you have found what you have been yearning for...” The young woman said.
Marco was at a loss, “I don’t understand...”
“You have always been afraid of what was inside of you...” The young woman stated.
“Feel like I’m in a world made of Styrofoam, and everyone has lost their minds...” Marco agreed.
“Aren’t you looking for warmth, comfort, and replenishment?” The young woman asked.
Marco shrugged as she tried not to answer truthfully, “I had a hard few days...”
The young woman looked at her with determination now, "The wolves are at your door and will devour you. Would you want to awaken from your nightmare and be free from your bondage?"
Marco nodded, "they're going to kill my friend and her child. She did nothing wrong."
“Are you willing to unlock the power that is inside of you and able to do what is beyond righteousness and depravity?” The young woman asked.
Marco always knew that her being a wiccan was a tough life. There was no room or place for people like her and her kind. They hid for many decades, even centuries, to avoid scrutiny or being hunted down by various religions. But their struggle for normalcy was pointless. Even now, the Third Revelation.
And so, Marco made the only sane choice in this insane world, “Would you want me to do?”
"Do not cower. Stand along with us." The young woman demanded as Marco rose to her feet, staggering a bit. "Remove thy garments."
Marco's fear was creeping up again. She saw the faces of the three women, who were dead serious. They wanted her to strip down naked in front of them. Then she thought about Lydia and her baby. Marco didn't want to waste time, so she removed her sweater and pants. Also, removing her bra and panties. Modestly, she covered herself up and shivered in the process. The young woman undid Marco's messy bun, and her long black hair fell to her waist.
“Do not be afraid of what those have envied for so long,” the young woman praises.
“I guess that’s a compliment...” Marco grumbled as she started to blush.
Then, the young woman gave her the gigantic bloody heart of the Beast chasing her, "Eat your fill."
Marco hesitantly took the bloody heart with both hands as the other two dragged the Beast away. It's not like she didn't want to eat it, but she had one little problem, "is there any way I can... um, cook this?"
Knowing Marco has fully accepted being a complete wiccan, the young woman smiled, “However you want it prepared is up to you, and I shall guide you.”
Marco knew many spells that required a lot of aether, but being around this place that was a hotbed of such energy gave her a significant boost. She used a weak but effective fire spell to cook the heart medium-rare. Afterward, she consumed the heart. It was a lot to put down, but at least the flesh was soft to chew and flavorful.
Marco immediately felt her whole body change, known as The Daemonia Shift. It is a transformation that nephalems as Marco go through when they finally unlock our true natures with those with daemonic heritage. It all depends on what type of creature you are descended from. In this case, she has the blood of wiccan coursing through her veins.
Immediately, Marco felt her body temperature rise as she started to sweat profusely. Her breathing was shallow as she started to grunt a little for air. Her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest since it was beating rapidly. This went on for at least a minute. Her muscles burned, and her bones shifted and cracked. She couldn't help but shriek in pain.
It felt like an eternity, but her body gradually cooled off; her black hair started to change into an elegant ice color. Her heartbeat was slower and slower. Marco's eyes changed from a soulful green to the same shade of her hair. She felt more relaxed and comfortable in her skin, even when naked. She felt more empowered by the darkness and nature surrounding her, giving her strength.
Most importantly, all of her fear was gone. She can even see as clearly as day in the nighttime. The supposed creatures of the night feared her instead of the other way around as they kept their distance from afar.
The young woman was amazed by this; she even blushed at seeing Marco's complete transformation. Moreover, she approached Marco, now a few inches taller, and passionately kissed her. Marco couldn't help but giggle at her first lesbian experience. It was nice, but she preferred men.
Then, the young woman guided her by the hand as they walked in a vast grassland. Marco didn't know where she was going, but she could feel a different presence nearby. All were strong; they were wiccans, but not as strong as her.
Then, the young woman guided her to a bonfire where many witches celebrated and chanted around the fire naked. Marco had witnessed a coven holding a Sabbath around a bonfire. As if the wind was guiding her now, she joined the coven, chanting and dancing as if she knew the words herself. Marco had never felt so alive; she finally let it all go and set herself free.
Marco then found herself levitating above the bonfire with her fellow coven. She couldn't help but laugh at the pure joy of finally being herself and one with the darkness and nature.
