Very Much Not A Good Witch
Oct 22, 2023 13:13:20 GMT -5
Post by OctoberRaven on Oct 22, 2023 13:13:20 GMT -5
::A crowd has gathered, a priest in front, with a torch in hand::
Priest: "The time has come for you to burn, witch."
::The scene pans over to Kathy Queen, in black robes with pale green trim, tied to a stake and looking rather amused at the predicament::
Queen: "If you wanted to invite me to a cookout, you could have simply sent me an email. This is 2023, get with the times."
Priest: "As you have tried to corrupt us, the flames will cleanse your foulness..."
Queen: "You know I won't actually feel the flames, right? The smoke will choke me well before the fire gets even close to me."
Priest: "Well you will feel the fires of Hell when we return you to your master Satan..."
::Queen rolls her eyes as the priest brings his torch to the base of the pyre, as "Asphyxiate" by the Genitoturers, Aether-verse Queen's theme music, plays in the background. The flames and smoke go higher, until suddenly the flames erupt and turn green... the smoke billowing into a pale green mist that covers the crowd.::
::In the fog, the priest stands entranced, as a voice can be heard.::
Queen: "About that whole 'Satan' thing... witches aren't a monolith, but only a small bunch of us worship Satan and those that do see him as less of a red guy with a pitchfork and more a reflection of man's bestial nature. Most witches, however, are peaceful, loving, nature-attuned and focused on healing and nurture. If you and people like you just rid yourselves of your silly prejudices you'd like them, the wiccans."
::Queen emerges from behind the priest to whisper in his ear.::
Queen: "But then there's witches like me, and I am very much not a good witch."
::She bites the priest's ear, who remains still and entranced, as she circles the priest, stroking his face, the hairs of his beard melting away where she touches him::
Queen: "But I don't worship Satan. No, I am the queen of a demense beyond your pitiful imagination. And more than bringing out the beast within all man, I seek something... greater. To make this world a place of desire. Where all your urges... even the ones you don't know you have... especially those urges... are satisfied."
::She licks his now unbearded face::
Queen: "Of course, it will be my King who decides if you get to partake in our... otherworldly delights."
::Another figure emerges from the mist, in a black hooded robe, with green tendrils emerging from the shadow-covered face. It speaks without opening a mouth.::
King: D̷̘̓̒i̸̪͔̇́̏ḛ̸͓̙̍̍ș̸̝̀̌e̸̬̒̒ṛ̸̅̏̏ ̸̧̥̳̍͆̓i̷͍͍̓̈s̸̜͕̆̐t̴̨̪̗͌̇͘ ̴̡̠̲̓u̵̡͓̹̓̔n̶͖͍͛w̶̩̼̟͌ų̷̈̉̋̎ȑ̸̠͊d̸̡̂͜͜͝i̷̺̚g̸̰̒.̶͙̼̈́̓̏ ̷̦̓͂̚K̶̥̓́́ą̴̬̙̓͒̌u̷͕̩̐̎͆m̵͎̣͎̈́͑ ̷͚̆͘ĝ̴̣e̸̫̻͐̄ͅȇ̵̪̰i̸̡̦̜̾̈́͌g̸͕͎̚͝n̵̙̽e̴̲̘̾̽t̷̘̳͈̐͠ ̴͓̖́̉͋f̵͚̝̙̍ü̴̗̕r̶̗͉͌̕͝ ̷̩̖̈ẻ̷̖͘͘ḭ̶̭̓͝n̵̦̋e̶̻̜̲̿ ̸̖̌͜M̵͉̣̦̉̇͠à̸͉̤̞̏h̶̫̟͈͋l̶͇̈̀̔z̴̦̜̬̓͊e̷̹͙͒i̷̧̟̿̿t̵͕͇͑̂͜,̶̮̬̀͜ ̵͖͈̠̿͌̉a̷͚̱͋b̸̦̑͊̚ͅȅ̷̟̈́͘r̶͙̠̄̈́͌ ̵͙͇̽d̶̛̯̮̱a̸͍̞̔͂͝ͅs̷̛̻̝̱͐̌ ̷̮̺͝ȉ̴̻̮̿s̵̡̲̺̾ẗ̶̖͔͆̕͜ ̴͈̽͂͝a̴̼̼͖̽̎̋l̵̹̝̈́̀͛l̷̢̥̜̆e̶̯̒͑̈́͜ͅs̶̼͖͗͝,̶̯̰̇̊ ̷͝ͅw̷͈͊o̶̾͜f̵̳͐ü̷̘͗̀ȑ̵̥̠̎̓ ̷̦͐͒e̴͕̪̾͜r̴̡̫̝̿̓̈ ̶̡͂̍͠g̷̩̼̦̾̐u̶̧̔t̵̙͍̅ ̴̧̪͗ǐ̸̮̱͘s̴̠̤͎̏̏̑ț̴̛͔̽͒.̵̧͖͖͝
Queen: (pouting) "Can I at least play with your food before you eat it?"
King: W̷͔̅͛ĕ̷͙̖n̶̯͊̅n̶͓̓ ̸̗̫̆͠͠d̶̞́̉̏ṻ̶̗̫́̕ ̶̤̀̈́̾m̶̡͓͕̿́̈́ư̶͚͋̏s̶̗͛ͅś̸͕̽t̷̨̘̐͠
Queen: "Well, my King has spoken... at least your flock will show how much better our ways are than yours. You execute through cruelty. I, however, am I going to bend you over, get my favorite toy, and mount you like the bitch you secretly desire to be... and while you're lost in the bliss of the most excitement you've had in your life... my King will consume you. As for the rest of them well..."
The mist clears just enough to see that they've become a writhing mass of flesh.
Queen: "They're off to a good start. Why don't you... get yourself comfortable and meet me in your church. We'll be with you shortly."
The priest walks off in his daze, fading into the fog, before Queen turns to King.
King: W̷̩̫̏̈́ĭ̵̡͍͗̋ḙ̸͒̅̿ͅ ̶̨̣͉̌̉l̴̬̈́̕ä̷͙͋̐̃ṷ̷̢͋̂f̶̠͎͝ͅt̸̜̫͔͋͗ ̷̟̹̺̽̌d̴̺̕ị̸̢͓̄͐ē̴̛̙ ̶͔̇B̸̦̖͆̀̏͜e̵͈̤̽ḱ̶̠̘̣͗ẽ̴̗̾h̵̢̀̈ŗ̷̤̏u̷̟͂̎͝n̷̼̼̂ģ̵̗̏͂ ̵͉͍̇v̷̜̳̺̌̉͛o̵̢͚̼͛͝͠n̸͎̙̥̈́̐̎ ̷͎̞̟̀Ṟ̶̩͎̓ő̷͇͚b̷͚͖̌̀͝í̴̳̼̰n̵͙͇͒̈́̓ ̸͚̽͊͒Ẃ̶̝̃ͅa̴͙̞͌ĺ̴̯̝̪̋k̷̯̞͔̇̉e̴͕̲͂̕r̶͓͗͝͝?̶̧͖̽̀ͅ
Queen: "The spell is running it's course through her. The ones around her may try to stop it before they can figure out what is going on they have to figure out how, and I've left just enough breadcrumbs to nowhere that by the time they get to that part... she will be the woman who she was always meant to be."
::She draws close to King and gives him a passionate kiss as the fog envelops them, "Cthulhu Dawn" by Cradle of Filth (King's Aetherverse theme) playing to end the scene::
Priest: "The time has come for you to burn, witch."
::The scene pans over to Kathy Queen, in black robes with pale green trim, tied to a stake and looking rather amused at the predicament::
Queen: "If you wanted to invite me to a cookout, you could have simply sent me an email. This is 2023, get with the times."
Priest: "As you have tried to corrupt us, the flames will cleanse your foulness..."
Queen: "You know I won't actually feel the flames, right? The smoke will choke me well before the fire gets even close to me."
Priest: "Well you will feel the fires of Hell when we return you to your master Satan..."
::Queen rolls her eyes as the priest brings his torch to the base of the pyre, as "Asphyxiate" by the Genitoturers, Aether-verse Queen's theme music, plays in the background. The flames and smoke go higher, until suddenly the flames erupt and turn green... the smoke billowing into a pale green mist that covers the crowd.::
::In the fog, the priest stands entranced, as a voice can be heard.::
Queen: "About that whole 'Satan' thing... witches aren't a monolith, but only a small bunch of us worship Satan and those that do see him as less of a red guy with a pitchfork and more a reflection of man's bestial nature. Most witches, however, are peaceful, loving, nature-attuned and focused on healing and nurture. If you and people like you just rid yourselves of your silly prejudices you'd like them, the wiccans."
::Queen emerges from behind the priest to whisper in his ear.::
Queen: "But then there's witches like me, and I am very much not a good witch."
::She bites the priest's ear, who remains still and entranced, as she circles the priest, stroking his face, the hairs of his beard melting away where she touches him::
Queen: "But I don't worship Satan. No, I am the queen of a demense beyond your pitiful imagination. And more than bringing out the beast within all man, I seek something... greater. To make this world a place of desire. Where all your urges... even the ones you don't know you have... especially those urges... are satisfied."
::She licks his now unbearded face::
Queen: "Of course, it will be my King who decides if you get to partake in our... otherworldly delights."
::Another figure emerges from the mist, in a black hooded robe, with green tendrils emerging from the shadow-covered face. It speaks without opening a mouth.::
King: D̷̘̓̒i̸̪͔̇́̏ḛ̸͓̙̍̍ș̸̝̀̌e̸̬̒̒ṛ̸̅̏̏ ̸̧̥̳̍͆̓i̷͍͍̓̈s̸̜͕̆̐t̴̨̪̗͌̇͘ ̴̡̠̲̓u̵̡͓̹̓̔n̶͖͍͛w̶̩̼̟͌ų̷̈̉̋̎ȑ̸̠͊d̸̡̂͜͜͝i̷̺̚g̸̰̒.̶͙̼̈́̓̏ ̷̦̓͂̚K̶̥̓́́ą̴̬̙̓͒̌u̷͕̩̐̎͆m̵͎̣͎̈́͑ ̷͚̆͘ĝ̴̣e̸̫̻͐̄ͅȇ̵̪̰i̸̡̦̜̾̈́͌g̸͕͎̚͝n̵̙̽e̴̲̘̾̽t̷̘̳͈̐͠ ̴͓̖́̉͋f̵͚̝̙̍ü̴̗̕r̶̗͉͌̕͝ ̷̩̖̈ẻ̷̖͘͘ḭ̶̭̓͝n̵̦̋e̶̻̜̲̿ ̸̖̌͜M̵͉̣̦̉̇͠à̸͉̤̞̏h̶̫̟͈͋l̶͇̈̀̔z̴̦̜̬̓͊e̷̹͙͒i̷̧̟̿̿t̵͕͇͑̂͜,̶̮̬̀͜ ̵͖͈̠̿͌̉a̷͚̱͋b̸̦̑͊̚ͅȅ̷̟̈́͘r̶͙̠̄̈́͌ ̵͙͇̽d̶̛̯̮̱a̸͍̞̔͂͝ͅs̷̛̻̝̱͐̌ ̷̮̺͝ȉ̴̻̮̿s̵̡̲̺̾ẗ̶̖͔͆̕͜ ̴͈̽͂͝a̴̼̼͖̽̎̋l̵̹̝̈́̀͛l̷̢̥̜̆e̶̯̒͑̈́͜ͅs̶̼͖͗͝,̶̯̰̇̊ ̷͝ͅw̷͈͊o̶̾͜f̵̳͐ü̷̘͗̀ȑ̵̥̠̎̓ ̷̦͐͒e̴͕̪̾͜r̴̡̫̝̿̓̈ ̶̡͂̍͠g̷̩̼̦̾̐u̶̧̔t̵̙͍̅ ̴̧̪͗ǐ̸̮̱͘s̴̠̤͎̏̏̑ț̴̛͔̽͒.̵̧͖͖͝
Queen: (pouting) "Can I at least play with your food before you eat it?"
King: W̷͔̅͛ĕ̷͙̖n̶̯͊̅n̶͓̓ ̸̗̫̆͠͠d̶̞́̉̏ṻ̶̗̫́̕ ̶̤̀̈́̾m̶̡͓͕̿́̈́ư̶͚͋̏s̶̗͛ͅś̸͕̽t̷̨̘̐͠
Queen: "Well, my King has spoken... at least your flock will show how much better our ways are than yours. You execute through cruelty. I, however, am I going to bend you over, get my favorite toy, and mount you like the bitch you secretly desire to be... and while you're lost in the bliss of the most excitement you've had in your life... my King will consume you. As for the rest of them well..."
The mist clears just enough to see that they've become a writhing mass of flesh.
Queen: "They're off to a good start. Why don't you... get yourself comfortable and meet me in your church. We'll be with you shortly."
The priest walks off in his daze, fading into the fog, before Queen turns to King.
King: W̷̩̫̏̈́ĭ̵̡͍͗̋ḙ̸͒̅̿ͅ ̶̨̣͉̌̉l̴̬̈́̕ä̷͙͋̐̃ṷ̷̢͋̂f̶̠͎͝ͅt̸̜̫͔͋͗ ̷̟̹̺̽̌d̴̺̕ị̸̢͓̄͐ē̴̛̙ ̶͔̇B̸̦̖͆̀̏͜e̵͈̤̽ḱ̶̠̘̣͗ẽ̴̗̾h̵̢̀̈ŗ̷̤̏u̷̟͂̎͝n̷̼̼̂ģ̵̗̏͂ ̵͉͍̇v̷̜̳̺̌̉͛o̵̢͚̼͛͝͠n̸͎̙̥̈́̐̎ ̷͎̞̟̀Ṟ̶̩͎̓ő̷͇͚b̷͚͖̌̀͝í̴̳̼̰n̵͙͇͒̈́̓ ̸͚̽͊͒Ẃ̶̝̃ͅa̴͙̞͌ĺ̴̯̝̪̋k̷̯̞͔̇̉e̴͕̲͂̕r̶͓͗͝͝?̶̧͖̽̀ͅ
Queen: "The spell is running it's course through her. The ones around her may try to stop it before they can figure out what is going on they have to figure out how, and I've left just enough breadcrumbs to nowhere that by the time they get to that part... she will be the woman who she was always meant to be."
::She draws close to King and gives him a passionate kiss as the fog envelops them, "Cthulhu Dawn" by Cradle of Filth (King's Aetherverse theme) playing to end the scene::