Maka's Mother

< The fiendish smile of the moon rising over the horizon was met by her own. The time was nigh, her name would be marked in the annals with blood.

< to the ground before the imposter had realized she had been startled by its presence. The witch turned back, cracking her neck lightly. The smell of another's blood in the air soothed the broiling of her own. The moon was starting to take its position in the night sky. >

The imposter turned her head, revealing the shape of something in the trees. With animalistic instinct, the witch pointed towards the shape. Water dripped from her extended fingertip. In a barely a moment, a drop of water shot forward faster than any bullet. The shape fell>

smile was clear as crystal, but held all the awful substances her body of water held. Still, there was a twitch in her eye. Her smile trembled. Something was missing.

everywhere else with a foul and acidic stench taking over the air and finding itself rolling into the creek. A creek her now pleased expression was staring into. ❛ And when they're in the darkest depths the water will swallow them in, I'll be taking all the credit! ❜ Her ⬎

in the last of the scorching sun's rays, setting further down the sky. ❛ They'll suffer like I suffered. I will take Medusa's place in their nightmares. ❜ More and more droplets puddled together until they formed pools, washing the rest of her appearance away and hitting ⬎

forced herself to clench her teeth and calm the raise in her shoulders. Droplets of water that hadn't been there before gleamed in the sunlight, slowly slipping off of her skin and letting a foul stench waft in the air as the droplets hissed in hitting the pebbles that soaked ⬎

would wield another in the messenger's way, and claim another miserable and forgotten soul. Her chuckles slowed to a halt. Her eye twitched at a sudden flood of memories that channeled into gurgling from her throat, desperate to unleash a slew of carefully crafted words. She ⬎

interest in the material aspect of the job. What saints must they be to be so generous to the rest of you. ❜ Minimum wage became standard pay, and with uneven breaths, the retired employee departed. She, all the while, smiled, knowing the check would never clear. The student ⬎

Tears stained the checks in the other's hands, and with a teasing ' tsk ', she wrote up new ones. Her writing was loose and quick, but the numbers were legible all the same. ❛ Since the numbers have drastically dwindled, you can have the shares of those that no longer have ⬎

body followed suit. Meanwhile, her informant was bruised and struggling, knowing the cries in honor of many comrades, not asking, but begging to fall back, fell not on the ears of the oblivious, but the hearing of the capable. ❛ Your jobs as distractions are done. ❜ ⬎

Nova's singing by tenfold, and the pleas of the messenger by a hair. Bits and pieces were cut due to the merriment of the witch's cackles, but just enough was conveyed in the tall stance she carried, the power that emanated from her as her shoulders shook and the rest of her ⬎

Deep in the forest, in the midst of a small clearing, the witch the child seeked stuck out plain as day. She made no effort to hide herself. She was too pleased at the recent report she had received from below the murky creek. So much so that the volume in her laughter outdid ⬎