TEASER!!! ▗ ᵢᶜᑋ⠀ 𝒃𝕚𝔫 ¸⠀῾⁽ :̳ ⁾ ᵎ⠀the bringer , 𝔬𝔣 wrath
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in this strange and modern world, all things wicked and inherently evil came from hushed whispers in places where lies were told. the devil's touch was afault for your sin; being lead into temptation by the black goat, being led away from purity and grace: that's what they want you to believe.
blind to their own arrogance, to their own failure, that was the truth: blamed where women, the demons, and everything that seemed unnatural to the eyes of the church, instead of taking accountability of their own wrong deeds.
a woman's grace, cleverness, and talents were used to foil them: out of jealously from man, as they believed that women were no better than them, or out of bitterness the accusation would stem, in regards of a woman's affection. pilgrims, kings, or an ordinary butcher might accuse a woman for witchcraft for such reasons.
and thus, this had occurred one day at hallow's eve, where the devoted moon of lady selene shined bright in the night sky. an angry mob of puritan's surrounded a tree, with torches held in their sweaty hands as they gleefully watched the sight in front of them.
a witch was to be hanged.
a former friend, foe, apothecary: the only one capable of healing them from sickness apparently laid with the devil, and the puritans were bloodthirsty underneath the grip of starvation.
they deemed her a sinner, cut the strands of her fiery red hair, and treated her like filth.
the word whore left their mouths as they shamed her for falling into the devil's grasp. jealous men found satisfaction within her pain that she carefully hid behind a proudly raised chin. though jealousy remained, as she had chosen to lay with the devil instead of them: what made him suitable and not them?
the light of the moon illuminated all, as they readied the witch for hanging
“it is thy fault”, that is what they told the witch as they placed a rope 'round her neck: penitence for her sins, her soul shall burn in hell, they told her: “thy family need not die: yet thou has slept with the devil. a sinner is what thou art. pay, burn amongst the flames, may hell welcome thee with open arms like the sinner thou art”.
helen had been the witches name. eugenie had been her last: a tie to the royalty within the bavarian mountains that meant nothing to the small settlement in new england. helen, a name fit for a queen, had put shame onto helen of sparta's name with what other's deemed to be a sin?
was it sin to love? to be in love and be loved in return?
a question that embedded itself into helen’s thoughts, whilst she awaited her penitence at the hands of her uncle — responsible for the hanging that was bound to happen.
a question that haunted her, while she was to her execution. solemnly staring ahead, enjoying the breeze of the wind for the last time, whilst the fates loomed above her: readying themselves to cut her thread of life.
while helen was waiting for, what other deemed, justice to be brought she swore she saw the shadows of a reaper linger behind the tree: perhaps even one of the gods whose domain was death couldve been the figure standing by the trees.
helen, sweet, poor helen, watched those once closest to her make no attempt to stop the hanging from happening. her lip quivered in regard, perhaps with anger that faded into acknowledgment before letting it go.
the angry pilgrims watched her in return, raising their torches and weaponry in an attempt to intimidate the woman who they deemed a sinner.
they watched her, she watched them in return. insults poured from the puritans angry lips: “no child of god shan’t ever betray him so, o foul witch.”
sinner, whore, witch: a mantra of nicknames that repeated itself agaisnt and again. over and over again until it pounded in helen’s brain, echoing back to her.
it made her avert eyes from the angry mob: wishing to seek out the comfort of the man who swore his heart belonged to her.
where was he during this fateful moment? not present.
only a dull feeling, akin to a barely lit candle light, flickered at the thought of him. he would give those responsible their own punishment, that helen was sure of.
but when the rope tightened around her neck, lifting her into the nothing air, words left her lips; maybe even a silent plea for her beloved to hear her last cry.
that she one day will return in all her glory and punish the last living, breathing, descendants of the pilgrims responsible for her death.
“doth with mine death, shadows from the place you fear most shall walk amongst thee. wearing faces of thine kin: to confuse thee, tempt thee, kill thee. demons shall be living amongst all that’s considered holy. what art thou for hanging a woman who is but only in love? hear me, for I shall walk amongst thee one day again: for a fool, an unbeliever of mine arts, shall utter any word of what is mine, that is. thou art wretched souls, haven shall deny entry upon thy death. mark these words, o saints of the new land. misery is yours alone, one day he shall become aware of this coil and bring you. . .hell.”
where the last uttered words by the three eyed crow.
after her death, the name of hers had become forbidden to utter. even a whisper, shall be met with punishment, in regards to her unseemly passing. they feared that they will be the fools that wake her from her wicked grave and be responsible for helen to continue her misdeeds.
though only those who knew her truly knew she was not wicked, nor inherently immoral. it was a sin in itself for spreading rumors about her character, to only benifit and feed into the lies of her to make her death acceptable.
but what of the man that she loved? the man responsible of helen’s becoming of a witch? where had he been?
no one knows, but what is known: is upon his return, from wherever he had been, he was not met with his wife. that he left the settlement aflame, out of anger.
her soul was not found in hell, nor did her soul reside near the place of her hanging or that which she called her former home; she was gone.
yet a fool, as she predicted, had been unwise enough to utter words from what was hers: her book of shadows.
and it was that which drew hunters to look further into helen and the demon who bewitched her heart.
(Imagine here’s like a really, really, cool ass picture/moodboard edited by me and text alright, this goes deeper into my backstory)
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one to never embrace chaos and the twirlwind it brought: helen was a misfit within her very loud, very obnoxious, very german family.
helen was born into wealth: into splendor, riches, anything the ordinary person would dream of being apart of royalty seemed ideal to most, if you were ordinary. helen was always described as not. which placed the archduchess at an opposition by the expectations placed upon her.
one of the key characteristics in regard of helen: that she preferred her solitude, her silence. preferably her time was spent reading and drawing while the world around her continued on without her.
helen was , in opposition to her siblings, a shy, dreamt, affectionate child, more comfortable with the company of animals, and that of books, than that of other children. she had made habit of watching others: for she was incapable of recognizing faces she knew, so it was best for her to learn the habits of those surroundings her. helen, if not seen reading or drawing or avoiding the general presence of anyone who wasn’t her or her cats, could be seen hiding behind her uncle and aunt laverna if forced to interact with strangers. she had a good heart, too large for her own good, and possessed a keen interest in learning. law and medicine was of her highest regard, alongside the art of the ancient worlds. helen enjoyed learning about other mythology’s and the secrets which they beared.
one could never have guessed she’d be a witch one day, expect for her aunt laverna who was a witch as well. one could have never guessed that her uncle, one so close, would be the one hanging her.
alas, helen and her uncle, willem, had been fine friends when she was younger: as any fatherless man and parentless child would have been.
her parents, so rich and full of life, had gotten onto a ship one day: headed into the west, where a new horizon promised itself. but they never made it. leaving helen and her five younger siblings at the hands of the eugenie family.
willem was fondly remembered of his younger brother whenever he looked at the children he adopted. grief was a funny, sad, thing. but he realized with tremor, horror, that helen had the same interests as he once had.
and within the passing of her parents, a distant memory to her and her siblings one they could barely recall, they fell into the hands of their uncles and aunts: specifically those of willem and his wife, ingrid.
helen, maybe in her own way of dealing with grief, became more and more interest in law, herbs, and the wonders of medicine — though the only skill she lacked were in regard to math — by the age of twelve.
on rare occasion she found interest in regards of the occult and the craft of witches, one interest her aunt laverna indulged in.
for she, another red-haired member of the eugenie family, was a keen practitioner in the arts. a stranger to her own family, akin to helen, the two became close friends. though she did not teach young helen the arts that laverna knew, taught were the arts of painting and drawing.
laverna, an outcast within her family, married a man who knew the feeling as well: he went by the name of gabriel, one who was most often absent but undoubtedly loved laverna greatly.
it was with their help, their unconditional support, maybe even the slightest hint of willem’s aid, that helen enrolled into one of Italy’s top universities to continue her studies at the age of sixteen.
the older helen became, the more her siblings became unblinded by their former judgement of their elder sister, began to cling to her whilst she returned from her studies. a sight that laverna much cherished, one that willem grew to enjoy.
with helen bringing newfound fame to the wittelsbach family, even princes growing interested in her, willem grew jealous of his niece. watching her become more outspoken, yet maintaining her silent nature, and more headstrong: he watched her become stern and sometimes why, whilst she maintained her dreamt, and poetic nature. nothing could’ve swayed her to become bigger and angry: ‘cept for the mistreatment of animals, and much more. willem judged helen. always. whenever she’d bring a new animal into the premises of their home, he rolled his eyes. his jealously of her goodness, one that stemmed from her mother loralei, festered immensely.
and on helen’s eighteenth birthday a scandal occurred that caused a divorce and for willem and his adopted children to move over the sea that once claimed family.
in drunken fury, driven out of jealousy, willem cheated on his dearly beloved wife: because a man must always make it about himself, if the attention did not lay with him.
helen, who had enjoyed her splendorous day in the early days of july, had been blissfully unaware of what was to come: even if the feeling of her stomach, unsettling and deep, told her to worry, she did not listen. she stood with her aunts, uncles, and siblings — preferring the company of those closest to her — and wore the most elaborate gown befitting for a woman of her standing. hide she did, but helen presented herself like a magnolia in may as she stood with her family.
she listened to the sweet music the musicians made, humming along to the tune of the violins whose strings were tugged at, listened to the steps of nearby dancers ghosting over the floor, listened to the conversations surrounding her.
the smell of sweat hung in the air, masked by the many perfumes that clung to the skin of everyone.
it felt. . .oddly comforting. presumably only due to the music that kept helen calm, not growing overstimulated by the tremor of voices in the ballroom. her brow flickered, but only briefly, a mild showcase of her annoyance.
her peace, her cherished peace, was undisturbed: that was until tremor broke the mood, tremor was met by whispers, and whispers were met by prying glances aimed at helen and her family that remained unaware of what occurred.
it hurt her ears, so many whispers at once, and lead her to have a headache. arm wrapping more tightly around laverna’s arm. one hand that laid atop of her younger brother, moritz, head in an attempt to shield him.
at the sound of skirts rushing by, helen extended the hand that laid atop of moritz head and reached out. the sight of a familiar silhouette came into view, but the face. . .was that of her good friend, maria, as she came to realize. worry painted her face, the browns of her eyes mirroring concern and pity, whilst she regarded helen.
the whispers, ever so present as expected bt chattering at any social meeting, halted for a moment. silence. dead silence: uncomfortable and empty took ahold of the room like death’s grip upon a fading light. followed by only glances thrown at helen and maria.
it concerned her more than she’d like to admit. but a lady, a princess no less, was always to keep her best demeanor.
“what occurred, dearest friend?” helen had asked sweetly, concern lacing her voice like mist in the morning. her brow furrowed just so, the corners of her lips tugged down ever so slightly: the hints of her discomfort only revealed to those who knew her well.
at first she’d been met by silence. maria’s eyes darted around, unsure of it all, before leaning slightly forward.
“terrible things, néne. a man belonging to another woman was found in bed with a servant. can thou imagine howst the wife must feel?” a glance cast beside her, it went amiss to helen.
“oh, néne. . .mine heart cannot bear to tell thee. it was thine uncle whom hates thee so, willem.”
it was so quiet in the room that you could hear a needle drop.
helen felt paralyzed. fear, or whatever emotion close to it, gripped her throat and made it impossible to breathe. numbess washed over her like water hitting a shore, whilst her family guided her away, something she did not realize way later.
willem was met with tears, angry and hot, pouring from the cheeks of his lady-wife, penelope. he had also been met with angry yells from his brothers, a sound rather familiar to the ears of a german family.
helen stood with her cousins and aunts. watching the blurry figures of people through her tears.
and that had been the last time in her long life her birthday had ever been celebrated.
such a grand scandal, one that drove the wittelsbach family into shame, had been dealt with swiftly: outcast were willem and his very children.
even if laverna and gabriel fought hard for the children not to be cast out as well, their fight was to no avail. ignored where their pleas, their requests, for they were to blame for willem’s sin as one family member said. an older man whom helen did not like.
way was made to the americas in 1650, still the summer month reigned and they’d been cast out not even a week after helen’s birthday. tugged into a boat they were, where none on board knew of their status or what befell them.
which was for the better.
willem refused to act upon his fatherly duties, so the role fell onto helen as she was the oldest now. one such a duty overwhelmed her immensely, she scarcely spoke for the two following weeks.
four children, her siblings, in her care.
it was no desire of hers to be a mother. let alone to her siblings. yet here she was, on a boat, forced to act upon the role forced upon her. it was burdensome, tiresome, and exhausted her to no days end.
some mothers took to help helen: offering her aid in moments her voice failed her. she had never been so thankful. even referring to those women as: engel. angels.
her siblings were unaware of it all and simply thought they were going on a vacation: good riddance.
it was only after the fifth week on the ship they realized that it was no vacation. when the smell of the salty sea would become to strong after playing so long on deck, they’d retreat.
reinhard, four years younger than helen, often rested with her. both. . .more socially inept than the others. moritz, anna maria, and iphigenia played with the other children til sun down, while there was no sight won of willem. who spend more time charming women than anything.
but to the very surprise of helen herself: she found a friend. or multiple, if her brothers were included.
a young girl her age, by the name of ashley lachér. of somali and french descent, the sweetest and most kindest girl on board. she who shared interest akin to that of helen, they bonded over the potential plants they could plant on new soil. either bonded over the differences of their respective cultures, both eager to learn.
even if the teasing comments from ashley’s brothers annoyed either of them to no end. crouton, the most terrible tease of them all, was the worst — followed by shagford, or better known as shaggy, as either of them proved themselves to be keen tricksters.
may that have been a hint for their true nature.
ashley and her brothers sailed with their mother, as their father had already made his way to the america’s a year prior, they thought it fit to meet him. she, the youngest, always muttered word of true love.
the four of them grew close, and with their combined intelligence they became known in their small community as healers, doctors. earning them a great amount of respect and love, to the very dismay of willem.
time passed more quicker whenever helen spend time with the lachér’s. iphigenia and moritz always in her arms, as the siblings grew more closer.
it did not feel like ten weeks at sea, it rather felt like a four, when land untouched by the european grasp came into view. all cluttered together with excitement at the sight of land. word was uttered to treat those indigenous to the land with respect and fairness, as it was their land first.
the few weeks that followed had not been easy in regards to settling. houses were in need to be built, crops were in need to be planted and mouth were in need to be fed.
in order to solve that very problem a relationship was formed with wampanoag tribe. though they handled at a distance, not to infect them with disease.
the effort was much appreciated.
and they remained to have friendly relations in the future.
mouths were fed, knowledge exchanged, and soon crops were tethered and houses build by every hand available.
though when sickness began to sweep through the new-found village, the knowledge of helen and ashley came into good use. the two girls were quick to help using their cultural and acquired knowledge from helen’s studies and ashley’s somali heritage. they handled the issue within the matter of two weeks, thus the two girls grew more liked by the puritans.
willem festered with bitterness at the sight of his niece’s success, while the siblings were cheerful to see their socially awkward sister grow popular, though no attempt was made by his side. but he could not complain, since helen brought him the attention he wanted, even if it was momentarily.
within a few years, the society of fare-well hill had grown and flourished: unlike most other settlements, religion was not blended into politics and law, to the surprise of other settlements. though that did not mean religion wasn’t a small part in the society: it was, though it shouldn’t be blended with politics for the matter did not bode well together.
this fact had harmed the relationship with other colonies, not that they minded.
within a matter of years, they’ve became an acclaimed town known for its farming culture. healthy and without a plight, the crops were remained untouched by plague: which made their products be sought out for trading, though their crops were always given for free to the wampanoag tribe as a thank you for their aid years prior.
the wampanoag people had entrusted a few of the secrets of the creatures lurking in the shadows at night. at first most did not believe, but with the strangeness and unease of night they were willing to learn: finding themselves be watched by something.
and this revelation horrified helen a lot. even if she may have been twenty five now, the darkness and what lurked there, horrified her. causing her to share a bed with iphigenia: always hugging her younger sister tightly, unable to find sleep after the candle burned down.
though nothing ever walked onto the premises of their homes uninvited, but many swore they saw things linger outside of their homes for a moment too long.
all seemed well, besides that, in helen’s eyes. she focused much on her time on her duties as an apothecary and raising her siblings. she’d rather not focus on the growing jealously from her uncle, due to the fact she contributed to the society other than drinking. she, who gradually ignored the stares of men and boys alike, for she was not interested in them.
she did like them, though not in the romantic sense. their attention, devoted and borderline obsessive, bothered her.
reinhard, who became older, protected her from unwanted attention. he grew to be a tall and sturdy man, no one wanted to fight him.
helen liked to believe that her first love was her platonic feelings for ashley, or maybe her feelings for nature, either of that.
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