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Sacrifice. {Part two} ((Enchantress x Reader))

WARNINGS: NONE, REALLY.

NOTES: BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND... Sacrifice part 2! I thought this would be fun to write, just because Enchantress was my favorite. This will be more like how the reader is coping with Enchantress. It's kinda sad. So, here we go. It's probably gonna suck, just like everything I write.

Being inhabited by the Enchantress was odd. She was heavy, a bearing almost. You would often feel sick and dizzy, due to her. June wasn't kidding when she said the Enchantress does not like to be controlled.

She would often attempt to escape your form, into her own. Sometimes she won. It was exhausting.

Though she is same Enchantress that possessed June, her form of the witch was different. It looked like you, but darker. A similar bikini top to what June's Enchantress wore was given to you, only the chains and decorative beading was different. It was elegant. Armor like.

Your skirt was actually a tattered piece of dark grey fabric, tied to the side of your hip to resemble a skirt. More beading and armor was put carefully into it.

The head dress was in the same cresent moon shape, with beads that hung all round it. It was like an Egyptian Queen's crown, but more dirty and witch like, with your darkened (H/C) hair hung in your eyes. As well as chains and strange markings adorned your legs, arms, chest and face.

Strange indeed, but beautiful in the sense.

As time went by, you decided to just give yourself to her. But, before you did completely, you went to a secluded area in Gotham. Where she wouldn't hurt anyone.

×××

You missed June. You thought about her everyday. Her smile. Her laugh. Her interesting conversations. You wished you could find her, but you had made a deal with the witch.

She could have your body, if she didn't hurt anyone. Especially June.
You couldn't live with yourself if she was hurt by the very thing you took away from her. You took away her demons. June is free.

You felt something brush across your foot. You, er The Enchantress, looked down to see a dirty unmarked envelope on the sludgy ground. You picked it up and opened it. Inside was a letter.

(Y/N),

I'm not sure if this will ever get to you. I don't know where you are, or what she has done to you,but know this.
I miss you so very much. I love you, and I wish you could be here with me. Thank you. What you did was brave, and I could never thank you enough. I'm finally free.

                                  Love,
                                            June

You held the letter to your heart and cried. She loved you.

You noticed something peeking out of the envelope that was now on the ground again. You picked it up and gasped. It was a picture of you and June when you had first met.

Out of everything, you were happy that she was free. Though you wished you could be with her, you knew in the back of your mind that it was the right thing to do.

At least, you weren't alone. The Enchantress was good company, for a witch.

Still, you took out that picture and read the letter everyday. It was the only piece of her you had left.