Did she care who was around? Did she care who were the witches trying their luck today of all days?
No, not at all.
It was a night where Vivienne always felt closer to him. As if the dark, the shadows were his hands, touching her, inviting her, taking her hand to where ever it was he wanted her to be.
It was as close to him as she ever felt. It was his power; it was his will, which allowed the other witches to ascend. Yes, they would feel his power, but they would also feel his wrath.
As others, gathered, as others hummed, as others talked, Vivienne just closed her eyes, tilting her head back, breathing heavily as she the air change.
Lilith was talking, but Vivienne knew she was not worthy, she felt it in her bones. Lilith was all talk, but no bite. She tried, the poor girl tried hard, but would she really show them? Will she really become powerful?
No. He wouldn't allow someone like that to have anything special. Yes, he'd take her as his servant, as the keeper of his gates, but she would not be at his side.
Her nails dug into her palms, drawing out blood, her own offering to him, as she had always done. A piece of her while he focused elsewhere.
Always, anything for him.
For a while, Vivienne stood still, not noticing anything around her at all. Not even when the fire started. Not even when the fire started to catch her cloak.
"If you want me, you can have me." She whispered, her breathing heavy, but it wasn't because of the flames licking her skin. No, she was in a trance, absolutely taken by the imaginary before her.
He wanted her, so she would go to him.
Without a single scream, not like the pathetic little Lilith.
"I am yours eternally."
It was only then that she noticed someone pulling on her, someone dragging her away.
"No, he wants this." She dug her heels into the ground and yet she was still pulled away.
Serephina.
