The High Priestess of Avalon

Abaddon snorted, unimpressed.

” That’s all? How often do you execute to make an example? To strike fear into your subjects’ hearts? To break up the monotony of life?”

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Morgan raised one eyebrow at the woman.

"I don't. My subjects respect me enough. They fear my wrath as it is. I do not need to kill. And my life is not monotonous. Especially now that I've met you."

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"Let me kiss it better."

"Kiss it better? Why are your kisses capable off healing wounds, your highness?"

"Perhaps they are, sweet girl. I’m a powerful sorceress, remember."

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'Well that sounds quite alluring, however, the wound is still bleeding and I doubt you would like to have any blood on your lips. Do you, your highness?” The half fairy muttered before giving the other a rather approving smile. “But if you insist. “

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Morgan smiled gently and took Mercy's arm, bending gracefully at the waist. She pressed her lips to the wound gently, magic flowing through her. The magic closed the wound over, sealing the skin and leaving only blood. Morgan let her kiss linger for a second to check the wound had definitely closed before pulling back.

“Avalon has no need for such

petty things. I am indeed a queen. I rule. I fight. I k i l l for my people.”

“ Not petty. Enjoyable. But even so…

You sound like a queen one could admire.

How often do you kill? For your people or… otherwise.”

"Thank you I suppose. I try to rule as well as I can.

How often? It varies, depending on whether we're at war. Currently? Around three a week. Mainly criminals and traitors."

“There is rarely hunger or disease. Faeries are immune to such….

human things. There is plenty of war. We fight. We die. My hands are drenched in blood but being queen does that.”

“ A shame. Everyplace could do with more hunger and disease. Still, if there’s war, it can’t be a bad place. You’re a q u e e n as well?.

"Avalon has no need for such petty things. I am indeed a queen.

I rule. I fight. I k i l l for my people."

”

An experience for us both then. This shall be good. Avalon is intriguing. No matter where you turn there is magic and sorcery.”

“ Sounds terribly dull. Are there sinners to be found? Well, there are sinners everywhere, even Heaven. Tell me, is there ever war? Disease? Hunger or blood?”

"There is rarely hunger or disease. Faeries are immune to such....human things. There is plenty of war. We fight. We die. My hands are drenched in blood but being queen does that."

"A demon? Well, I haven’t met one of them before. This should be interesting to say the least.

A faerie is a magical creature. We hail from the island of Avalon. Some know us as Sidhe”

” And I haven’t met a— sorceress. Witches, certainly, but you seem different somehow. I’ve not heard of the Sidhe either, nor of Avalon. What’s it like?”

" An experience for us both then. This shall be good.

Avalon is intriguing. No matter where you turn there is magic and sorcery."

“

What am I? Well, aren’t you perceptive. Morgan le Fay. Sorceress, faerie…take your pick. What about you? You’re certainly not human.”

“ Demon. Knight of Hell if we’re being specific. What’s a faerie?”

"A demon? Well, I haven't met one of them before. This should be interesting to say the least.

A faerie is a magical creature. We hail from the island of Avalon. Some know us as Sidhe"

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“ And just what are you?”

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" What am I? Well, aren't you perceptive. Morgan le Fay. Sorceress, faerie...take your pick. What about you? You're certainly not human."

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"Let me kiss it better."

"Kiss it better? Why are your kisses capable off healing wounds, your highness?"

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"Perhaps they are, sweet girl. I'm a powerful sorceress, remember."

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One of my favorite Katie photos.

#reflection

Who would

ever want

me.

#thoughts

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Stiles stopped eyeing up the room when he spotted Morgan doing something else. His eyes, if possible, opened even wider as a horse created from dust pranced around the the beautiful room before vanishing right before his eyes (which looked just about ready to pop out). “Th- That was… You just… I…” Stiles swallowed, “am I dreaming or did that actually just happen?”