How many people know the Emperor is shriveled and gross? Do most people think he is still majestic and statuesque bc propaganda and religion?
The latter. Not many know he's an awful, shriveled, agonised husk crackling with fell energy and crammed full of life support. The Imperium rather likes its propaganda. The average Imperial citizen is incredibly brainwashed as to the state of things.
Obviously, outside of the Imperium, different groups suspect or know that the truth is different.
can we please take a moment to apperciate this tank top. can we also take a moment to admire the collar bones. hell, since we're all here anyway can we also take a moment to look at those slutty shoulders. whore.
The worm are worming and I felt like I had to rush back to keep going because WOW OK YEAH THERE IS A LOT HERE TO UNPACK WITH THEM! 💜🧡 ENJOY!
Music inspo: Rich Girl - Hall & Oates, Rebel Rebel - David Bowie, Killer Queen - Queen, The Ballad of the Witches' Road - Lorna Wu's Version
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Lorna watches the incense smoke curl and plume upwards as it mixes with the smoke from her blunt held between her fingers. She passes it on over to Agatha who takes it graciously. The two witches sit in silence as they try to gather their thoughts, feelings and intentions.
The motel room they're holed up in is close to crumbling but they wouldn't be bothered this far out and in the middle of nowhere. Lorna had made arrangements for Alice to be watched by her band members. Her mother had passed away over a month ago and Lorna knew it only meant that the curse was still ravaging through the Wu women. She would be next or, Alice.
God forbid if that curse took her little girl.
Agatha flicks the ash into a brown glass ashtray they've managed to balance on the bed between them. She shifts slightly so that her hair falls over her bare back to expose her naked chest. Lorna is laying the same way just opposite; the two of them in a post-coital cool down.
They were supposed to start their journey on the Road the second they had gotten into the motel but Agatha couldn't keep her hands to herself and Lorna needed to cut the edge before any ritual could take place.
They had slowly made their way to the bed; stripping each other of their clothing with heavy, messy kisses in between gasps of air. Agatha had cupped Lorna between the legs and helped her walk backwards until the back of her legs hit the bed and she folded down so gently it almost made Agatha regret the whole con she had been setting up for months.
She could have a good thing going here with Lorna if she wanted. She could have a chance to start all over if she allowed herself to.
Lorna brought her hands up to grab and squeeze at Agatha's breasts, thumbing her hard nipples as Agatha continued to rub her cupped hand against Lorna's pussy. The protection witch bit back a moan and tossed her head back; breaking eye contact with Agatha.
Agatha suddenly felt no remorse for what she was about to get them into.
The smoke tapered off until nothing but the base of the incense stick was left sticking out from the holder. Agatha sucked the butt end of the joint before crushing it down into the ashtray. The two women stayed in silence for just a little bit longer until Lorna shifted forwards. Her long straight hair fell down in front of her and created an almost mermaid-quality to her. She was unmistakably and painfully beautiful and Agatha was almost tempted to push Lorna back into the bed, burrow her face between Lorna's legs and eat her out until they both passed out from exhaustion.
Lorna was a drug Agatha couldn't understand but maybe that was the effects of being with a protection witch. There was a sense of safety there between them, even with Agatha's malicious intent.
"How long does it take to get to the Road?"
Lorna's voice was a soft bird-song; eyes wide with fascination as she pressed Agatha for more information. If this was a sure thing, maybe that curse really could be broken.
She would owe it all to Agatha Harkness and then some.
"Usually...instantly...if we don't fuck up the ritual to get us there and back. But you're a very powerful and smart witch, Lorna...I believe in you."
Lorna smiled; something Agatha rarely saw the woman do. She was so bound by her fears and the weight of keeping her family safe that she rarely got to experience happiness. Agatha bit her lip and slowly nodded her head. Happiness was a fleeting thing.
"Can I ask you one more thing? Before we start?"
Lorna glanced at Agatha as she slowly pushed herself up from the bed. She took it slow; felt the lingering effects of the weed making her feel light and airy. Everything had a beautiful golden colour to it; the sun setting behind the curtains that overlooked the parking lot. Lorna breathed in deeply and sighed as she stretched her arm out to move her fingers up Agatha's leg and to her waist. Lorna watched as Agatha turned her head to watch Lorna's fingers move against her bare skin.
"You can ask me a million questions and I'll answer them all..."
Agatha whispered as she continued to watch Lorna's fingers move down her skin; dipping past her hip bones and into the softness of her thighs. At this rate, Agatha thought, they'd never get to the goddamn Road.
The witch killer barely lifted her leg for Lorna; watching as the protection witch moved in close so that she wasn't at an awkward angle. Fingertips gently combing through Agatha's dense pubic hair until they made contact with the tiny divot. Lorna's gaze lingered on Agatha's face as she watched her sink into another round of pleasure. Agatha felt that second of pressure until it was broken by Lorna's middle finger slipping inside of her which was quickly accompanied by her ring. Agatha instantly pressed her thighs around Lorna's wrist.
"We should be doing this as relaxed as possible...you seemed a little tense on the way here..."
Lorna whispers as she lays herself back down beside Agatha and doesn't dare stop moving her wrist. Agatha chokes back a moan as she nods her head with eyes barely open to look at Lorna. She slips into a place she's familiar with; feeling the power inside of her surge and growth. She wants nothing more than to siphon all that beautiful energy inside of Lorna and wonders if it would be in bad taste to do it with her tongue deep into Lorna's cunt.
But that would have to wait as Lorna breathed heavily against Agatha's face as she kept up her rhythm; fingering Agatha with curled fingers upward. It had been ages since Lorna had found a connection like this with another like-minded witch who knew she was powerful and still caved in to the physical pleasures that were simply mortal ones.
Lorna could feel the warmth and wet coating her fingers as she continued to fuck them inside of Agatha Harkness.
"That's it...that's it, you got this...release yourself from all that energy...clear your mind..."
Agatha continued to slip and she couldn't tell if it was from the weed or from the fucking but Lorna's voice was a spell in of itself. She had always had a soothing, calming voice that almost left Agatha trance-like. Maybe coning this witch was going to be much harder than Agatha thought. Lorna had already wormed her way into Agatha's good graces with phenomenal sex. Agatha brings her right hand up to cup Lorna's face to pull her back into a deep, hungry kiss.
Something cuts its way into Agatha the longer Lorna fucks her and kisses her; each passing breath between them builds something stronger and Agatha can feel the beginning of the ritual grow. She is gaining Lorna's trust and chipping away at her defenses; she's suckering the protection witch in with being docile underneath her, Lorna's fingers deep inside of her.
"I have...learned the lesson...ofallthat'sfoulandfair..."
Hot breaths against Lorna's lips as Agatha mumbles Lorna's version of the ballad back at her. Lorna groans loudly and believes this to be a stab of egotism on her part. Agatha underneath her and moaning her lyrics back at her. Lorna's greatest attempt at a protection spell yet.
Agatha plays coy as she tries to pull herself away as if it's all too much; far too much. Her looming orgasm is far too strong for her to handle and she's left with a wet mess between her thighs and coating Lorna's fingers. Lorna only smiles at Agatha and brings that hand up to gently cup Agatha's chin, trace the cleft and slip those wet fingers into Agatha's mouth.
She takes them without hesitation.
"Our love was forged in fire. Water. Earth...and...and air."
Lorna breaths out as she watches as Agatha sucks on her fingers. They lock eyes and it feels like everything around them suddenly melts away. The connection is so strong that it feels like all the air in Lorna's lungs seeps out. Punctured maybe; a feeling of affection so strong Lorna hadn't realized it until now.
Agatha pulls away for a second time as Lorna's fingers fall from her swollen lips. She licks them as she breaks that eye contact; pushing herself downwards until Lorna lays on her back once more and allows Agatha to keep traveling downwards. Agatha's warm mouth would obviously feel better elsewhere.
"The spell is cast..."
Agatha mumbles as she plants kisses all the way down Lorna's legs; hands roaming upwards to grab and grope and tease at every inch of skin she can reach. Lorna sits half-way up so she can watch Agatha sink deeper.
"...how long it lasts...I cannot divine."
Agatha pulls herself up to sit between Lorna's legs. They stare at one another; with Lorna trapped underneath Agatha as she breathes heavily. The adrenaline is coursing through her; wide-eyed and chest heaving as she knows the next part of this little ruse. Her fingers pull back against Lorna's legs with her nails dragging across the delicate skin. She leaves scratches but Lorna doesn't seem to notice; either too shocked or too enraptured in what is unfolding.
Agatha's hands raise up when they hit Lorna's knees; up into the air near her face as if the witch is stretching after a fulfilling yawn. Her head tilts back; masses of her hair fall down her back as she points her face skyward.
Lorna sees flashes of purple surround her and a feeling deep within her erupts through her bones, blood, muscle and tissue. She feels every single sensation run its course through her body and mind as Agatha's magic ebbs and flows from her and her purple draws out Lorna's orange.
Lorna moves her mouth but no sounds fall nor words; she is quickly losing energy as Agatha sucks her dry. She doubts very quickly that this is the path to the Road. Her mind reels to the next part of the song she has written for her daughter and for her fans; members of her true coven. She hopes in these fleeting moments that Alice will remember her and her songs and care to keep them close.
They're the only thing she'll have left that will keep her safe.
The Road is there/And so I dare/To risk this heart of mine
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Agatha rolls herself off of the bed as if she was drunk. The fullness she feels from draining Lorna will satisfy her for quite a little while but she knows it won't be enough and will never be. That is her curse. Never fulfilled in the ways she thinks she could be: family, power, fame, sex, fortune. Everything is fleeting just like Lorna Wu; just like her mother. Alice, without a doubt, will be next.
"You know her fans are going to ask questions, a lot of them. Fans like hers will actually put out a witch hunt for you, Agatha."
The voice chills Agatha to the bone as she turns her heavy head in the direction of whence it came. Rio stands with her back against the motel door; shaking her head as she stares at Lorna's body on the bed. She was a beautiful witch, no doubt about that, shame she couldn't break the curse and steal herself away from the likes of Agatha Harkness.
"People love a good cover up, don't they?"
Agatha cackles as she slips herself off of the bed and pads her way across the carpeted floor to where Rio stands. Rio hadn't been sure that Agatha could have pulled this one off but here she was, gloating over Lorna's corpse with an air of arrogance that sometimes made Rio want to pin her down against something and fuck it out of her.
"Has to match with how she appears...you can't make it an accidental drowning in the tub when she looks like that..."
It was true; Rio had a good point. Agatha's siphon turned her victims husk-like, close to skeletal. Usually, they wouldn't have to worry about things like this but Lorna was a celebrity and a big one at that. It would have to be believable that this was all an accident waiting to happen.
"I got it...you just bring her to wherever you need to go...I'll finish up here."
"Agatha?"
The witch killer turns to face her lover. How long had it been since she saw Rio? She didn't have time to go visit when she had come to take Lorna's mother away. But, she was here now and obviously fawning over Agatha's good work.
"Yes?"
"Wait for me outside when you're done...I'll ride with you. Make sure you take Lorna's keys."
Agatha beamed at their plan as Rio faded into nothing to do her job. It was time for Agatha to do hers.
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She had dressed Lorna back up in her beautiful orange dress and fixed her hair just after she had pulled her own clothes back on. Digging through Lorna's purse, Agatha finds pre-rolled and lights it. She takes a deep hit of it before placing it between Lorna's fingers so that it would burn along with the fire she was going to start. The hotel was a fire trap anyway with the carpet and linen and fabric all over the place. It was a shock it hadn't burned up already.
Agatha gathered up what she needed and took one last quick look at the protection witch, Lorna Wu, left to burn on the bed.
The smoke curled upwards and framed Lorna's face as Agatha strikes another match on the door frame and tosses it to the carpeted floor. She opens, steps out, and then closes the motel door behind her and walks quickly to the parking lot where Lorna's car waits. So does Rio in her human form, perched on the hood. Agatha beams at Rio as she feels the heat and the flames basically licking her back as the tiny motel room fills with smoke.
