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halfamoonFandom: Agatha All Along
Character: Agatha Harkness
Length: 366 words
Prompt: murder
Rating: T
Summary: Murder, that’s what Agatha Harkness does best.
A curse at first, and when Death surrounds her with love, a blessing at last. Decades without a care; the legend is born, Agatha Harkness becomes a dreaded name. She takes, she steals, she kills. Once frightening mistakes become blissful games. Witches drop dead and her power grows. Ashamed at first, replaced by pride. For she's capable. For she's powerful. For there's love in Death's eyes as the bodies pile up at her feet, and love's a gift Agatha never has known.
Curse turned benediction… until she can't heal him. All this power, all those witches, for nothing. Death takes him, and at his grave stands a broken witch.
A song sung with love becomes her anthem of death. The bodies, now offerings to herself, for she no longer cares for Death. Death took, Agatha will as well. Power, more witches, power, more corpses — power, more power.
Until she's stopped. Until she can't remember who she is. Until her memory is freed but she's only partly herself — shattered. No power, no escape; only pain.
Until Agatha Harkness steals again. Until Agatha Harkness kills again. Until her power grows because Alice drops dead. Bliss at first — how she had missed the warm twinkle of power! More, she wants more. More, she needs more!
Agatha takes, addicted to a taste she's been deprived of for too long. Agatha steals.
Death took her love; power's for her to take.
Her son begs her to stop and with horror she realises.
Alice no longer is. A corpse rots instead in her clothing.
Where she expects shame, sorrow bursts in, and what time once made blessed distraction becomes curse again.
Until the coven she never wanted turns her back at her and abandons her to the hands of a torturous ghost.
Agatha steals, Agatha kills, Agatha never cares; if that's the legend that still sticks to her name, if that's the legend they want — the lies, the games, the horror, and what's unknown, the denial of a suffocating grief — that's the legend she'll be for them.
Pain is ignored, that's what Agatha Harkness does best. Bitterness fills the emptiness and with cynicism she becomes the murderous witch she's learnt to embrace.
Character: Agatha Harkness
Length: 366 words
Prompt: murder
Rating: T
Summary: Murder, that’s what Agatha Harkness does best.
A curse at first, and when Death surrounds her with love, a blessing at last. Decades without a care; the legend is born, Agatha Harkness becomes a dreaded name. She takes, she steals, she kills. Once frightening mistakes become blissful games. Witches drop dead and her power grows. Ashamed at first, replaced by pride. For she's capable. For she's powerful. For there's love in Death's eyes as the bodies pile up at her feet, and love's a gift Agatha never has known.
Curse turned benediction… until she can't heal him. All this power, all those witches, for nothing. Death takes him, and at his grave stands a broken witch.
A song sung with love becomes her anthem of death. The bodies, now offerings to herself, for she no longer cares for Death. Death took, Agatha will as well. Power, more witches, power, more corpses — power, more power.
Until she's stopped. Until she can't remember who she is. Until her memory is freed but she's only partly herself — shattered. No power, no escape; only pain.
Until Agatha Harkness steals again. Until Agatha Harkness kills again. Until her power grows because Alice drops dead. Bliss at first — how she had missed the warm twinkle of power! More, she wants more. More, she needs more!
Agatha takes, addicted to a taste she's been deprived of for too long. Agatha steals.
Death took her love; power's for her to take.
Her son begs her to stop and with horror she realises.
Alice no longer is. A corpse rots instead in her clothing.
Where she expects shame, sorrow bursts in, and what time once made blessed distraction becomes curse again.
Until the coven she never wanted turns her back at her and abandons her to the hands of a torturous ghost.
Agatha steals, Agatha kills, Agatha never cares; if that's the legend that still sticks to her name, if that's the legend they want — the lies, the games, the horror, and what's unknown, the denial of a suffocating grief — that's the legend she'll be for them.
Pain is ignored, that's what Agatha Harkness does best. Bitterness fills the emptiness and with cynicism she becomes the murderous witch she's learnt to embrace.
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