A/N: I don’t know why I did this. Tell me what you think about it. This was beta read by Outlaw09. Hopefully, I'll fixed this up in the weekend.

By: Adaku-chan

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Haunting in an autumn night…

Every passing moment, an autumn tree’s leaves fall down to the stained ground.

The sense of magic filled air, as to where it was found.

The wind blowing east, while I stood still,

Waiting for the night to chill… ┘.║.└

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Opening the pages of the life of Ariania, an immortal witch of blue fire. In October 31st, 1669 Salem, Massachusetts

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“Thou a witch! Let thou burn in Hell!” The witch hunter called to the jury of the Trial in a Salem church.

The wicked murmurs and utters came upon to her. Ariania was guilty, either way she knew they were right but also wrong. She was a witch, but not a slave to Satan. And after, they had confirmed that she was one, she was quickly sent to execution to be burned by blazing fire. She screamed, becoming crazy when they took her to the execution area.

“No! Thou stop!” Ariania had screamed more and more, each ear splitting after another.

She bit the executor on the arm with her own teeth, yet was beaten in the head in the end. The executor had tied the girl against a giant Christ cross that was made of wood. They were in the middle of the town square, creating most of the attention. Ariania’s feet were partly covered in hay that, too, was surrounding her. She moved her head, shaking her black hair at the executor, but he had just knocked her in the head again. Soon blood appeared on Ariania’s head, and dripped on her white dress.

“Thou have any to say?” The witch hunter called out to her.

Ariania sadly looked down at him and the others, cursing at them in her mind. She had stopped her yelling, as the blood leak vertically down at the left side of her face. She was about four feet higher than the people looking up to her. The citizen’s cruel and callous expressions had distressed her, yet she did not have anything to say. She was knew her fate now.

The witch hunter signaled the executor to put the hay on fire. He lashed out a match against the wooded cross, a tiny flame appeared in front of Ariania. She watched him, as he threw the match at the hay, and the flames soon spread. The blaze grew too much, and the heat was killing Ariania. It slowly expanded, but the flames were catching on her long dress. She felt her bare feet burning, while she screamed out again.

The flames rapidly caught up more to her dress, now she felt her legs burning. She glared at the people looking up at her, and cursed them all. She had gone crazy, the minute she moved around like a wild animal. She growled at the executor, whom was at the ground with the witch hunter. She huffed harshly, as her mind going crazy. She was losing control. Soon the bright orange flames had turned cerulean.

The gasps and murmurs soon came up while the blue flames crackled, surrounding the witch. The witch hunter called out this was the work of a witch, a satanic demon. Then he observed her eyes, it all of the sudden had turned bright red. Her eyes glowed; the people started to get afraid, and knew Satan had his name all over this. The blue flames came off her body; instead, the blue flames started to float in the air.

“Thou a demon. Satan’s daughter!” The witch hunter confirmed, after thousands of screams and cries had formed, as the people tried to escape from Ariania’s wrath. There were the prey, and she was the predator.

She grinned maniacally, still tied on the cross. She summoned the flames to burn the rope, as she stared at the frantic citizens. Now removed of the rope, she levitated in the air along with the blue fire. She immediately called out to it to throw its blaze upon the people. The witch hunter did not run, and held out a cross as if he was giving it to her.

She laughed, as the blue fire destroyed him down, along with everyone else. When the fire had destroyed everything into ash, she floated down on, towards the ground. Ariania’s eyes had gone back to normal, as she plummeted down to her back. The blue fire had disappeared in the air, yet the smell of smoke and flesh ash was still there.

“What happened?” Ariania’s eyes widen, as she felt her burned legs healed like magic. She felt numb, too sluggish to move herself. She rested on the partly burned ground, and viewed at the surroundings. The blood from her head had vanished, not even leaving a trace as she touched it with her left hand. She stared at the night sky; the full moon was partly covered by the strip of haze in the air. She inhaled, trying to remember what happen. Yet all that she could recover was her being burned by the fire.

“Thine curse of the blue fire. Sad to say, that thy will be living for eternity. Thy still couldn’t believe thy summoned it? Why?” Ariania turned her head, and was traumatized that someone had been behind her the whole time.

The man in a formal black outfit offered her a hand; Ariania not thinking a second thought, and took it. The wind had blown his black hair, along with Ariania’s at the east. His pale hand felt icy to her, as if he was at a cold place. She wobbled as she tried to stand on her feet, and tripped. The young man caught her from falling; the girl landed on his crest and felt his steady heartbeat.

“Thine blue fire…witchcraft…nay…black magic.”

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…Turning to the pages of present day Ariania.

Under the crescent moon, Ariania was preparing. She pulled back her black hair in a tail, as she lit the candles in blue fire by her finger. She blew the smoke off her finger, and placed herself in the middle of the circle of the candles. Her sapphire eyes matched the flames, as it blazed on, shifting about as if it was trying to get free. She inhaled, trying to begin focus. She closed her eyes, and begun her trance.

Three candles in groups of four were still blazing true. In a noble church, Ariania was sitting in the middle of the chapel floor. She opened her eyes, as she inhaled the fume around her. She sensed the magic tingling on her skin, as the flames glowed in a repeated pattern. She stood up, brushing the imagery dust of her shoulder, and glared down at the pale carpet floor.

“This modern world is getting too complicated for me.” Ariania messed with the suit, trying to make it comfortable enough. Ariania’s outfit consists of wearing long, high-collared leather coat, a corset over a leather suit, and stiletto heel boots.

Then, she stared at her hands. The designers, who made this outfit, had cut of the gloves mid-point, only revealing the fingers. The witch shook off it, and went back to work. Ariania twirled around, almost tripping by a candle. She had fixed the waxed stick in its proper position, and grabbed the massive book that was in the back of the chapel.

The book’s cover was black hardback, and with a violet craved crescent moon in the center. It was a symbol of black magic, and the book was named Dark Moon. The book was placed in a counter. Not very protective at the very least, she thought. As she touched the book, the pages twirled automatically to a certain page. The page showed a picture of a gruesome creature known as a demon, also called morphs. These were the demons Ariania was hunting for, as they seem to get trickier to track down.

“You practice in here now?” Ariania nearly dropped the heavy book, after she heard the voice from behind her. She fiddled with it, until she had the book property under her hands. She had the book wide open with both hands holding the cover underneath.

She did not sense anyone coming in here, not alone actually pass through her shield. She turned around, and stared at the being in black messing around with the angelic statue by the front door. He moved around it, as if studying the structure. He had suddenly caught her gaze, and had stopped moving. She sighed, as she rolled her eyes of annoyance.

“I can and will control it, Zander.” She closed the front cover of the book, and then held it under her arms. She frowned, as the warlock chuckled wickedly. He pushed the statue to the ground, resulting pieces of marble on the floor. The warlock started to saunter, yet he stopped moving when he came across Ariania’s meditation area. The blue flames meant black magic, and made a worried expression. The flames had once engulfed her, but now it was partly taking over.

“It’s been over 300 years. The black magic has grown, and someday you will destroy everything.”

Ariania gasped, on reflecting of what could happen, if she had completely lost her control. The dark power would corrupt the mortal world, or take over it. She shivered at the thoughts, yet she had been too determined to give up. Again, she brushed off the imagery dust off her clothing, and cleared her throat.

“I really don’t give a damn, just stay out of my way…or I will kill you.” Zander placed his thumb and his index finger in between the space of his eyes. He tightened the pinched, and went back to staring at Ariania. Suddenly, he frowned and made a comeback at her, “I really wish you would. Please, stop it. Before, the dark powers take over…” Ariania raised her eyebrow, suspecting that he was actually worried about her.

“I’ll be fine! Don’t you need to somewhere else?” She had interrupted him in a harsh tone; in a way she getting infuriated by him already. Zander disappeared in an instant, leaving Ariania alone in the church. She slammed the heavy book on a table near her, creating a loud pummel. She huffed, and kept on banging with the book. Until, she came to a point that she had gotten tired of doing it.

She quietly repeated what Zander had said, and collected her things. She stared at the modern clock on the top of the wall at the back. It was about seven-five minutes till midnight, and she knew she needed to get rest soon. She snapped her fingers three times, and the blue flames died down. She grabbed each one after they cooled down, and placed it in her black-skinned sack.

She snapped her fingers at both hands, which made the front door open by itself. She pushed the door behind her, and glared at the scenery before her; the chilled autumn wind blew to the east. She heaved a sigh, promptly after she sensed a demon near her. She cursed, as she tried to find where the source was located. It was heard to see, from where she was.

Her mind had become alerted when she spotted a pair of huge wings soared into the air. The huge wings looked more to a bat’s; it belonged to the demon that Ariania was looking at in the ancient book. She could see it, except for the bat wings. The demon’s body must have been dark as the night sky. As usual, she chased after it. She observed that the demon crashed into the fence, and attacked security guard in front of it. She heard a cry for help of the man, along with the thunderous howl of the demon.

This had happened about a mile away. She knew that it would morph into a human in disguise in the large crowd. She sprinted trying to catch up to it, yet the demon was long gone into a festival. Finally, out of breath, Ariania came across the slaughtered man at the fence, where the festival had been. The roar of laughter, and the people talking on the fair was a clever way for getting difficulty of hearing of it. No matter, she could still see its aura from afar.

“The night arose,

While the stars came close.

The strong dark energies converge,

Driving the light to diverge.”

It appeared that the demon had chewed the man’s head off, making the body bloat, and the blood to leak like a river. Ariania was going to destroy the corpse, and transfer the soul into Death, so the man wouldn’t turn into a ghost. She summoned her blue fire with one palm, and grabbed her sacred dagger that was attached to her left leg. The fire crackled and shifted, as she circled around the dead corpse one time. After she ambled around it, she had blown the blue fire over the corpse. The fire consumed all of the flesh, crackling darkly. Ariania stared at the scene, until something happened.

“No! Not Again.” Ariania dropped the dagger, and shivered. She felt a deep vibration came upon her, and examined that her spell to summon the soul into Death was slowly disappearing.

A sudden insane pain had occurred in her mind. She shivered as her mind flashed her horrid pasts, blood appearing from her hands. She screamed, trying to shake the nightmare off. She glared at her bloodied hands, the crimson fluid dripping onto the ground. She took in deep breaths, trying to overcome the fear and pain. The blue fire was increasing, and at that point Ariania was losing control…

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To be continued…

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