#au-verse

Yona started to run as fast as she could, her mother was killed by a murder and seems she being hunted as well, quickly the crimson haired female rushed into a dark woods where owls began to hoot ominously and a sound of a wolf howled. Could anything at this point be any scarier than this?

Gulping slightly Yona ran faster as she came to a clearing where an old mansion seemed to be at a standstill. they were still on her case as she heard the grass crumble beneath their feet as they ran towards her faster and faster she hear them come as her heartbeat echoed in fear.

"No no no.." The girl spoke up softly as she did not take another hesitant thought instead, she noticed the old build that looked abandoned but as well as a bit clean, which way would anyone live out here so far away, alright Questions needed to be asked later right, now she did not have the time for that.

Yona quickly entered the large creaky doors as she leaned against the handle when she heard the men's voices. 'Hey did you see where that girl went.'one spoke up a bit frustrated. ' Nno but the boss wants her eliminated so keep looking.' Yona felt her heartbeat echo through the stillness of her mind as she stood still.

After a while, the men gave up searching the place as they did not see any sign of her, and thank goodness too. The female gave a low sigh as she looked around. "Hello?" She called out softly. "Is.. anyone there?"

MISC Starters

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“Whoa.. wait what!... Excuse me but what did I do to deserve that?” Yona  the young heiress looked at Kyou with a confused look. “Fine and if I die then it’ll be me haunting you.” 

In answer, Sybill’s grip tightened on Frank’s arm, hard enough to leave bruises–although Frank Longbottom would have far bigger things to worry about than simple bruises after she finished with him.

“It only hurts more if you struggle, darling,” Sybill cooed. The spell that she had used earlier to grant her tenfold strength had come in handy in the past two hours. She, along with some of the other Death Eaters, had taken the Auror Office almost too easily. The Death Eaters had wanted a fight, for blood to pour, and a rare few of the Aurors had managed to quench the bloodlust. 

The Seer ran a finger down Frank’s cheek, coming to a stop at his lips. She outlined the thin skin with her nail, tracing the fullness of the inviting mouth. As quickly as a striking snake, Sybill kissed Frank, tasting the blood that had dripped onto his lips from the cut in his forehead. 

Sybill’s lips quirked into a smirk, and soft laughter bubbled past her lips. She tossed her blonde curls, boldly meeting Sirius’s gaze, a mocking lit in her eyes. “C’mon, now, Black. Did you truly think that you’d get away with it?” 

The answer didn’t matter to the Seer; in fact, if Sirius had given an answer, it probably would have provoked Sybill further. After all, what value did a blood-traitor’s words hold? None. 

She pointed her wand at the wizard’s chest, straight at his heart. “You gave up your family, your heritage, and for what? Friendships with some mongrels and blood filth? You could’ve been so much more, Sirius, but you let your childhood follies dictate your future. Your Fate was supposed to be different, so I had to correct it.”

The flames in the fireplace flickered and rose at the witch’s words, as though showing their approval at the grisly deeds. Sybill stood in the middle of the sitting room, legs shaking, the breath caught in her throat. Five words had the ability to reshape the world. 

She looked down at the two bodies, elegantly arranged at the hearth. Long shadows distorted the corpses’ features, twisting a pair of full lips–lips that Sybill had often kissed–into a snarl, while the woman’s eyes gazed blindly at the ceiling. 

“You…” Sybill’s throat closed, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the two bodies. 

Once upon a time, Sybill had planted herself between two equal but opposite forces. She thought that the Light could chase away the Shadows, but she was deathly afraid of the Dark, so she couldn’t bring herself to make the choice between the two. She fluttered back and forth between the lines, too flighty to settle on just one spot. She had thought she could continue that existence, maintaing her freedom, until the net came crashing down around her, forcing her to land. 

Sybill couldn’t remember which side had wielded the net, nor did it really matter; she’d been forced into a choice, and now she was bound. She had done terrible, terrible things once she had grounded herself– yet, even in the darkest moments, Sybill had discovered one guiding light: a woman that had come into Sybill’s life like some terrible dark goddess of old, raising Sybill up from a poor existence in order to praise her own cleverness. Sybill embraced the other woman with open arms, soaking up the other witch’s teachings and worshipping the way she easily maneuvered through warfare. 

But every goddess has nonbelievers to oppose her. Sybill had tried desperately to convert her loved ones to her newfound religion, promising safety and security if only they would follow the Dark Lady. They didn’t listen, and it broke Sybill’s heart. Her loyalty wouldn’t waiver to her Lady, and yet how could she untie herself from the ones that would weigh her down?

Of course, the Dark Lady had the answer all along. Of course, Sybill’s Mistress had spared her follower pain. 

The Seer dropped to her knees before her mistress, eyes welling with tears, and she kissed the hem of Bellatrix Lestrange’s cloak.