The Worst Witch

“Poor little witches, don’t you know it’s not nice to threaten someone’s family?”

I was attacked suddenly. I was surprised it had taken them so long. The crowds were thinner, thanks to the boys’ fights and my initial attacks, but I knew there were still too many to dispose of easily. I had to draw on my power, Helios’ power, to help.

 “Pappoús,” I muttered, as I felt the sun’s rays build within. My wings were still outstretched, slicing through anyone who got too close. I could see the thoughts of my opponents, there would be an opening soon. Once I felt my wing get stuck in a body and not pop back out, the siege followed. I sent the power of the sun down into the blades and began cutting my way through our enemies. 

I folded my wings back and smiled as Night’s children began circling me. I surveyed the area and sighed. “Alright, no more blades.” I returned them to the ether and closed my eyes for a moment. It wasn’t the smartest move to make on the battlefield, but I needed to concentrate. 

I felt the scars on my body begin to glow softly. I reached outward, with my power and felt the vampires, werewolves, and witches stop in place. They were afraid of what I would do next. Good. 

“Come to me.” Two long chains, thick, heavy, and glowing bright as the sun, fell from my hands. 

I heard Lycaon groan behind me. “The Chains of Kratos. How did you get them?”

I turned and winked. These weren’t Kratos’ chains. I’d love to get my hands on those chains. I would bend them to my will in payment of what marked my body. I shook the chains, letting them ripple across the floor, sending sparks in all directions. I watched, enjoying the fear that crossed the vampires’ and werewolves’ faces. 

My arms moved fluidly. The chains moved with me, swinging around like extensions of my body. With the chain in my right hand I caught a vampire around the neck ripping his head clean off his shoulders. The chain in my left hand, clipped a witch around his knees, sending him crashing to the ground. 

I spun, delighting in the barrier I was creating around me. They couldn’t get close, although they tried. Concentrating on the beasts in front of and around me, I completely forgot I was exposed from above. The realization, literally, hit me when I felt a piercing pain in my left shoulder. I dropped the chain, causing it to clatter to the floor. “Ah!” I couldn’t shake the vampire off my shoulder. Her fangs were stuck in good. I had to let out a burst of sunlight from my body to force her off of me. 

“Medea!” One of the men behind me shouted. I didn’t know who. As I felt the nearest vampires erupt into flames, I ran through their burning bodies, picking the chains up, swinging them both forward, and tearing through the next set of vampires like butter. Their numbers dwindled fast, thanks to the sun radiating off me. Once I was confident most of the vampires were dust, I turned my attention to the wolves. In the past, out of respect for Lycaon, I didn’t hunt them. Now, however,  they were fair game. 

“Little pups… You realize if you kill him, all of you die too?” Blank expressions crossed their faces, I didn’t think they cared. I sighed. “Fine. Have it your way.”

I charged the werewolves. This was not one of my smartest moves, especially with the blood pouring out of my left shoulder, but I knew I needed to end it quickly. I spun quickly, knocking out those who got too close. Even then, I was still hesitant to kill so many. A groan from Lycaon fueled my rage and the maiming blows turned into killing strikes. The chains landed on necks and skulls. The wolves shared the strength  of Lycaon. I did my best to take out as many as I could, but my movements were getting slow. I could feel the witches, staying back and out of my way, casting. 

They were starting to get on my nerves. I had been using Helios’ strength mostly, not drawing on my magic too much, except to pull my weapons out of the ether. So, my reserves and strength were still good on that front. As I broke the neck of another werewolf I stumbled, allowing another one to slash across my face.

I screamed out as my blood flowed freely. My vision blurred and I knew I didn’t have long. “Fine. If this is how you want it.” 

The chains disappeared as I forced myself to become still. I could feel the werewolves in front of me and the witches behind them. I growled darkly. I would have given a lot for the drakon to be there just then. But I didn’t need him. I alone would handle it; me, Medea, the Sorceress of Colchis.

I stretched my fingers, my clothing fading away to almost nothing. The magic cost would be high and I didn’t need clothing to channel, not for this. The outfit I had on was the one I’d been wearing when Lycaon and I first met, as Chalkiope and Cerseus. The irony of it didn’t escape me. 

Even with blood dripping down my body, I knew I looked good. To those savages, I assumed I looked 100% edible. I didn’t care. I felt the magic build, felt my scars light up as it did, and I opened my eyes. The witches looked terrified and for good reason. I’d only casted this spell once before in my life, for a particularly crazy Roman emperor.

“Apó stáchtes írthes, se stáchtes epistréfeis. Ósoi me antitíthentai tha niósoun to énkavma.” Slowly moving out in a circle around me, I mixed Helios’ white fire with my own purple. The nearest werewolves were caught in it first. Their howls of pain did nothing to calm me. I kept the fire pushing outwards in a circle. I could feel, if not see, the fire inching toward where they stood behind me. When it reached each one, the line broke, and circled around them. Our attackers were not so fortunate. I felt as each of them tried to escape the fire. They tried to jump over it, run from it, or just held hope I’d make it quick. No one escaped. My spell would’ve taken the building down with me inside it if I hadn’t stopped it in time.

There were screams of pain, cries, and begging. I ignored them all. No one hurt my family and got away with it. The last of the vampires succumbed to my flames. The wolves were tearing at the walls. The witches, well I had increased the heat of the fire angling towards them by a couple hundred degrees. “I’d make peace with your loa if I were you. You’re not getting away just because you’re a witch.”

“But you can’t kill us all, we’re good witches!” Most of them screamed at me.

My voice broke as I ran towards them, fire erupting from all over my bleeding body. “You’re GOOD WITCHES?? I don’t fucking think so! Good witches do not harm anyone. They don’t drag other supernaturals into their battles, or target beings far older and stronger than they are. Good witches maintain peace and bring balance to the world. Don’t lecture me about good witches. I’ve been avoiding their kind for over 3,000 years, you insignificant little beasts!”

“Ah! No, Medea! Aren’t you a good witch?!” They cried out as the flames encircled them.

cackled and stared down at them as they cowered and clutched each other and I felt no remorse. “You forget your stories, children. I am a villain. I am the villain. The woman who rained hellfire down on her own children because her husband scorned her. No, I am not a good witch. I am the worst witch. And you threatened my family. There is no absolution for you. And there will be none for me.”

The fire caught the last group of witches, and I watched them burn with a delight I hadn’t felt in years. This was me. I was the worst of the witches, and the strongest. Once I felt the last of the pitiful children fade to dust, I pulled the flames back and collapsed, darkness taking over me.

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Published by Natalie Bartley

I am a fantasy/sci-fi/smut writer, my first book "Love and Pain in Zion" is available on Amazon. I am also scribing for Medea, the Sorceress of Colchis on the blog Legends of the Veil (https://curseofthefallen.wordpress.com), and Amphitrite on In the Pantheon (https://inthepantheon.com). My husband and I are planning on opening up a New Age/Metaphysical store, where I am running the storefront and he is running the services in the back. Since he is already a licensed interfaith minister and can perform weddings in Ontario, and a Reiki master, we can start offering services soon. I am enrolled in Witch School International as a seminary school of the Correllian Nativist Tradition. I have mostly completed my First Degree clergy status, and am almost finished my Second Degree. Brian and I run a local temple (Temple of the Night) which is a part of the Correllian Nativist Tradition. We are currently the only temple with full temple status in Canada.

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