#caos muse

‘  i  was  a  precocious  child.  i  conjured  my  first  demon  in  my  attic  ,  when  i  was  seven  years  old.  ’  

it wasn’t until he’d taken a trip towards the snack vendor that he encounters someone , bumps into them .. actually. quite literally. his drink spilling over in the clash. widened dark hues jump up to the stranger , trying to access the damage.

      “ oh , i’m .. i’m sorry. ” 

THE SPELLMAN HOUSE IS SOON TO BE A WAR ZONE ; that’s how it felt. two fronts poised to do battle. though you may not have guessed from edward’s cool exterior. & the rigid way zelda held her position. but the silence is DEAFENING. it’s the calm before the storm. and every other spellman finds reason to go take shelter ___ it’s already been an exhausting day. it looked as though sabrina might just say something , as she stood by the stairs , eyes stung with betrayal and lost trust as she looked at her aunt and her recently returned father. but she too trudged up those stairs. 

EVEN BONDED IN BLOOD ____ it was difficult to know where you stood with edward. he’s charming and he’s appealing , he’s inviting. but he’d learned early on , very early on.. that the only true loyalty was to the self. oh but he wasn’t without sentiment ; he considers himself quite sentimental. & he had his favorites. hilda , was one. zelda was NOT. the bond between he and his flame haired sibling , however , was arguably deeper. but with sharper edges. 

            “ I’ve noticed you go after her with those squealing sows you call friends.” he points out. the two are in one of the academy’s pentagonal common rooms. reserved for advanced students. 

puzzled curiosity morphs into horror as he learns how the scaring came to be. eyes dart to quin as if he’s looking ( hoping ) for a sign the other was joking.          “ wait what? ” he breathes. it’s honestly so ALIEN. his parents adored him , since he was a little boy , he is their treasure. he can’t understand. but quin is looking at him without a trace of fabrication. “ jesus.” he mumbles , eyes falling back to quinton’s arm , his thumb rolls gently over the scaring. he swallows as he looks at the marred skin again. 

WHEN YOU ROT SO LONG IN SILENCE , the dark lord’s voice is indeed a sweet song. All Edward had , all these years , is DESPAIR. Crawling through his veins in place of redundant blood , squirming beneath his frozen skin.  When a rattling voice comes reaching into the darkness that held him in stasis , Edward knew that whatever deal that was proposed , he’d accept. & so he finds himself approaching the familiar door of the SPELLMAN HOUSE. warm light glowing from the windows. he took a moment , to prepare himself for what laid beyond the door. & another moment , to mourn his lost authority over his daughter’s future , now to be shared with the dark lord’s will rather than solely his own ( little thought spared for SABRINA’S ). Still , it wasn’t all gloom , even if a phantom umbilical chord was threaded between he and the dark lord .. He’d also been bestowed new power. INTOXICATING POWER. he almost smiles to himself as he raises a fist & wraps his knuckles against the door.

“ tell me what’s the matter , my darling? ” he asks. he’s sure whatever it is , he’ll find a solution. 

* soft angst.     /    ✖

HER LIQUID BROWN HUES burn with rage at the betrayal. he thinks she hates him , she must … she SHOULD. he’s never actually killed before , it had been a while since a witch was hunted down like this in Greendale but well , his father told him , these are extraordinary times.ever since the funeral of the elder kinkle ( VON KUNKEL ) son , that had been the turning point. when harvey rebelled , when mr. kinkle reared to strike his last remaining son .. but he couldn’t. fist frozen mid air by some unseen force .. in the presence of only two others .. harvey’s highschool sweetheart and the redhead MORTUARY MATRIARCH. then the unlikely RESSURECTION , unawares to the most of the sleepy town , thomas kinkle crawled out of the mines … CHANGED. the kinkles told the kempers .. and soon what remained of witch hunters in the town was suddenly in action. REAL action. his father had run him through drills , trained him , told him all he knew. & now he realizes it was all in vain. all those years being primed with the ability to sniff out a witch and he had FAILED to see her right in front of him. sat beside him in Dr. Cerberus’s , walking her home through Greendale woods and before the mine collapsed in on their world .. he’d never suspected a thing. 

and now they end up here. in the woods. the elder kemper is somewhere further north of the stream with the others , it’s only he and mr. kinkle who stumbled onto the trail and now they had the girl parked tight up against a tree trunk , cornered tight from either end.

     NO APOLOGIES , yet still they came shaking from connor’s lips ___    “ i’m sorry , i’m sorry , i’m sorry , i’m sorry , i’m sorry..” and distantly he was aware of Mr. Kinkle yelling  [ she’ll get away! hurry! ] but his world has narrowed to sabrina’s dark eyes and the double black hollows on the barrel of his heavy shotgun. it’s just background noise.  [ now kemper! now! shoot her or i will! ] 

He only has ONE SHOT , that’s what his dad always told him. if you don’t get them on the first shot they are GONE. 

he hears kinkle’s gun cock and he swings his own weapon , it’s threat shifting suddenly from the young witch to mr. kinkle and finally his jerky finger pushes on the trigger. so close the noise is DEAFENING , sending birds to caw and scatter overhead. so close connor feels a the spurt of blood spray his face but he can’t seem to do anything but stare , bloody faced , with his shaking gun.