𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 // 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍

𝟷𝟶. 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗

The coven was filled with anticipation, waiting for their queen. Only the Blackthorns and Spellmans new what was about to go down. Faustus looked pale and frightened as he stepped into the spotlight, all eyes diverting to him. "Kill her!" someone shouted in a desperate manner, referring to Prudence, who refused to step down as queen, even though she isn't going to be slaughtered like an animal.  He glanced down at you, gulping thickly as he sees the smug grin painted on your face. "This feast has no queen" he shouts, avoiding all eye contact. People start mumbling, but the talk evolves into shouting. Behind you, you can hear someones breathing, it's frantic and shallow. The person stands up, runs to the end of the pews. "Freya lives, praise Satan!" she screams, her curly hair bobbing around her face, as she elegantly twirls towards the coven, slitting her throat. With a gasp, you turn your head into Ambroses shoulder, who covers your eyes.

This was not how thing were meant to go. Now the crowd is tensing, looking with pleading eyes to Faustus. His palms are sweaty, his eyes snapping around the church. The girls body is laying, a lake of blood growing larger around her head. Prudence grabs two of the skulls on her throne, remembering to still keep her head high. Your eyes are resting calmly on Faustus. If you're right about your father being a cold-blooded warlock, he will feast upon the girl who sacrified herself.

"All hail Mildred, queen of the feast!" he shouts with a powerful voice, booming throughout the church. You sigh, squeezing Ambroses hand. The coven cheers, ripping the poor girl apart. Marble can't stand it; Witches and Warlocks are still human species, and humans do not such thing as eat each other..

You can't stand the view, and you gulp trying not to vomit of the sight. Sabrina next to you. looks equally nauseous as you sit out the feast.

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"Why the hell didn't you tell us?!" you shout in frustration, referring to you and Prudence's relation.

The entire coven had left with their stomach full of.. human. You are left with Prudence, Ambrose, Sabrina and Faustus.

"You've lied for 17 years" that wasn't a question. Your voice cracked. You hated your father even more now, it that's possible. "You are so naive, Marble" Faustus scoffs. You can feel the anger boil inside you with every word. "Did you really think i'd care? By blood Prudence is a Blackwood, not by heart" he steps closer to you, in an attempt to intimidate, but you won't budge.

"Vir pessimus somnia somniabunt ad hoc quod non sustinentes amplius." you say, reaching out both of your hands. Your eyes pierced through Faustus, that looked more anxious than ever.

"Marble!" Ambrose shouts, quickly pulling you away "Why did you do that?" you ask him. The cold tiles are pressing against your back, as you feel Ambroses wight on top of you. His round eyes looks frantically into yours "You were about to curse your father" he says, sounding like it was an obvious reason.

You push him away while shaking your head "He is not my father. Why can't you see that? Do you think he deserves to go un-punished?" you can't believe Ambrose right now. He blew up the freaking Vatican - or tried to- and now he wouldn't allow you to make one simple curse?

"Listen, i've done my fair share of revenge. It doesn't always turn out good, and I don't want anything to happen to you" he says, sitting against one of the church-benches. You sit in front of him, completely forgetting the other people in the room

"Why?" is all you can say. You didn't fully understand him. He protected you? That wasn't it, that couldn't be it.

"Because I care about you, Marble. I thought that was quite obvious" he makes a light chuckle. You couldn't wrap your head around it. Ambrose cared about you, and didn't want you to get hurt. That had never happened, and those words meant a lot more to you, than anyone could've thought.

You lean over, so you're sitting on your knees, as you press your lips against Ambrose's. You desired him so much at that moment. He cared about you, wanted to protect you. Ambrose takes in a breath in surprise while raising his eyebrows. His hand softly touches your jaw to pull you closer. You were practically leaning over him.

"Stop that right now!" Faustus spits out with an aggressive finger-point "You better go, Blackwood" Sabrina says. She was such a petite girl, yet she held so much power. She was very very strong, none of you knew that yet. Faustus grunts is frustration like a little child, before stomping out of the church.

You slowly pull away from Ambrose, to look him in the eyes "Thank you" is all you say before getting up "Let's go home"

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A.N.

Short chapter, i know :( I haven't updated this story in a very long time, I don't really have the motivation or honestly a plan for this story, but i really felt like i should update this.

Hopefully i will somehow create a plan for this, so i'm able to continue the story!