Coven - A Witches Halloween Catfight

Dicey · October 21, 2024, 09:21:14 PM

All dressed as witches on Halloween night,
Us girls did gather for the most vicious catfight.
Our heels sang loudly as we slowly circled the room;
The sound we made; it was a most demonic tune.
The tension was high; the hatred was fierce;
Then at last the bell struck; the witching hour was here.
Costumes were ripped, nails dug in deep,
Scratching at faces, no time for sleep.
Spells were forgotten, it's all teeth and nails,
Screams and slaps as the fiercest prevails.
So who will be our Halloween Witch?
One things for certain; she will be a real Bitch!

The Story so far...

It's Halloween night in the year 2024, and the world is in chaos. In the night sky, the stars have disappeared; only the light of the moon is visible on Earth, and it is a blood-red moon. Agencies like NASA and organizations such as the UN work frantically, trying to understand these unprecedented events. However, as citizens of the world panic and law and order begin to break down, in a quiet part of England, thirteen witches gather in secret. For thousands of years, a dark pact has kept the peace between the ancient coven known only as "The Thirteen," but at last, and for one night only, the dark pact is suspended, and the witches' will is once again their own.

The Thirteen were never a coven by choice; the witches of the Thirteen despised each other--hated each other. These witches walked alone; however, they all served the same master: the Dark Lord. So, one night, when the Dark Lord summoned them and promised them individually eternal life and the power to vanquish their foes, they eagerly appeared as commanded. However, the Thirteen were deceived! As they stood before the Dark Lord, he used his will alone to impose a pact of sisterhood upon them, thus forming the Coven. But the witches' hatred for each other was powerful, and while he bound the Thirteen to one another, he could not prevent them from fighting among themselves.

This failure vexed the Dark Lord. He seethed with rage as the witches desperately tried to destroy one another. His Coven, which he created to do his bidding, was out of control. Eventually, however, he had seen enough. The Dark Lord reached for his infernal dagger and stabbed his chest. His sacred blood spilled out, and with a terrible roar, he unleashed his fearsome blood magic upon the Thirteen. The Dark Lord's blood painfully infected every fiber of the witches' beings, and against their will, the bonds of sisterhood were reforged, and the Coven known as The Thirteen came to be.

However, the Dark Lord did not have it all his own way. As the blood magic began to infect the witches, they, for one brief moment, laid down their hostility and worked together to perform a Writ of Demonicus. A Writ of Demonicus is ancient and powerful magic, and with this spell, the Thirteen planned to subvert the Dark Lord's will. While they could not fully control the outcome, the Writ of Demonicus ensured that, at a future date and for one night only, their will would once again be their own. But the price was high: for that one night, that one chance to settle scores, the witches had to relinquish their power and fight as mortal women.

When the Dark Lord heard of this treachery, he was furious. How dare they defy him? The Thirteen were emboldened and smirked at their Dark Lord. However, they would soon bitterly regret this act of defiance. The Dark Lord summoned all his power, and while he could not annul the Writ of Demonicus, he could, shall we say... amend the fine print. And thus, the deed was done. The Dark Lord roared with laughter as he said:

"Hags... you thought you could defy me? Fools, you're my slaves! You will serve me and only me! You will fight and die on my command and my command alone! Have your night of Demonicus, but know this: no one shall die. You may gather... you may fight... you may scar each other! But that is all I will permit. Now go serve me... unleash my Black Death upon the world."

The Thirteen cursed their collective arrogance and reluctantly obeyed their Dark Lord, scattering to the four corners of the globe. In the years that followed, they spread disease and pestilence, sowing discord wherever they tread, with death always following in their wake. Yet every night, they looked up at the sky in hopes of seeing that blood-red moon; every night, they craved the sign that the gathering was now. Then at last in the year 2024, the witches got their accursed wish.

Setting

Our catfight will take place at St. Mary's Church. Built atop a small hill in the 13th century, this church has long since been abandoned. In 1736, a mysterious fire destroyed the roof, and all that remains of the structure are its stone floor, dilapidated stone walls, and altar. Outside the church lie the Dead Lands--an area of dead grass that surrounds the church. Many attempts have been made over the years to reseed the grasslands; however, they all failed. In the 1800s, St. Mary's became the epicenter of occult activity; numerous bodies were exhumed and used in dark rituals upon the church's altar. The local villagers were so offended by these acts that in 1813, all the gravestones were removed and taken to a nearby lake, where they were dumped overboard into its cold, dark waters. This act is said to of angered the dead, who allegedly still roam the dead lands every night is search of their graves.

Scenario

This is not a Halloween Party! There will be no party favors! This is a gathering of Witches and we have only one item on the agenda tonight - to catfight! We will gather within the remains of St Mary's; lit torches will adorn the structure and will illuminate our catfight. Outside several bonfires will be lit and will illuminate the dead lands. Once the catfight starts; you can choose to remain and fight on the cold and unforgiving stone floor of the Church or venture outside and fight it out in the cold wet mud of the dead lands.

Rules

1. In the event of a tied vote; the person most active (Posts the most updates) during the duration of the event will be declared the winner. In the unlikely event of a further tie; there will be joint winners of the event.
2. No consecutive spam posting during the event - always make sure someone else has posted after your last post; before you post your next update

Miss Hell for leather lynx · October 21, 2024, 10:21:07 PM

From a abandoned convent in Wales I awake my slumber the night of the thirteen I was not all was in the devil's pocket my old coven was murdered by the rest of thirteen now it time for vengeance as the packed is removed ffortje night

Leeann54 · October 22, 2024, 02:52:10 AM

Vote for marlu queen

Rock · October 22, 2024, 03:26:26 AM

A lot of great competitors in this poll. I'm going to let this play out a little before I vote . But Amy J is one of my favorites.

lexibabe · October 22, 2024, 04:51:49 AM

with the decree of the dark lord,the coven scattered across the globe,i found my niche in the southlands of america

keeping my true powers hidden, i use my craft to form a lavish lifestyle,wanting for nothing,having the power i craved

but with the coming of the blood moon,i knew the time was near, for the reunion,of the 13...in the days before i pepared myself

for the reconvining, at the ancient st.mary's church.. .that i would be without my powers, did not bother me so much,as i have

honed a catfighting style with many a nasty ho, who mae the mistake of challening me..

the time has come and i am whisked away to the site , finding myself ust outside the church grounds

i peer across the the yard and a foul odor fills my nostrils,and not just from the torches...that familiar scent of witches

some were already here, i start to make m wa to the church ,staying alert,,scaning for any movement that may come out of the darkness

Erin Lee · October 22, 2024, 09:39:39 AM

Erin

Erin Lee · October 22, 2024, 09:53:57 AM

As a Lancashire witch descended from Katherine Hewitt, one of the infamous Pendle witches i have as much right as anyone to be considered the premier witch, not only here in England but worldwide.

The story of the Pendle witches goes back many centuries and culminated in the witch trials of 1612 where ten innocent people were convicted and hanged for Witchcraft in a religious and political persecution conducted by the authorities.

Only at least one of those people was not innocent, my ancestor Katherine Hewitt.

And so, on this night of nights when the 13 premier witches are summoned to meet at St Marys, i take my place ready to defy all comers who seek to defeat me.

As i arrive at the desecrated former church a jet black cat howls from behind a gravestone. The cat is well known to me and goes by the name of Grimalkin.

Grimalkin strolls to me and rubs against my leg, purring loudly. "We will have fun tonight dearest one" i whisper as i tweak Grimalkins ears.

I scan the graveyard and see the outlines of a few witches, they will not survive this night. A bolt of lightening lights up the sky, the wind suddenly howls with rage, the scene is set.

Miss Hell for leather lynx · October 22, 2024, 01:02:37 PM

As I step out the shadows as I step up to the alter as my stands there my nails like talons ready as I come face to face with my first of the twelve that killed my sisters I lunge at Amy with my talons latching on you her hair as we crash over the alter

Miss Hell for leather lynx · October 22, 2024, 01:19:26 PM

I scream the pain for my sister as we both human for the night it a pain I have not felt in centuries as Amy and I roll across the alter and on to the unforgiving floor blood spills from her head as my talons rip her flesh but blood flowing for my breasts I sink my teeth in to er neck as my neckline opens as the primal rage takes over us

Miss Hell for leather lynx · October 22, 2024, 01:55:24 PM

Argh bitch any as I rub my pussy easing the burning as we staring at each other the hate flowing as we circle each other in the battle come on Amy let's settle this in the crypt

Alix_Fights · October 22, 2024, 02:31:58 PM

Living in the heartland of the United States of America, I live a public life of goodness, sweetness and geniality, and for hundreds of years I have hidden behind that facade. On the inside, my soul bubbles with hate for my sisters from the Thirteen. The night sky finally reveals the Blood-Red Moon announcing my destiny. A wicked smile crosses my ruby red lips, and the voices of the damned fill my ears, words only a member of the Thirteen can hear. The curses from the other members are profane and hateful, promising pain and suffering. I raise my arms and screech into the night sky:

"Transport me to that sacred place, so I might confront my abhorred sisters in the blazing heat of the unholy, feminine, frays of catfighting!"

The skies erupt with claps of thunder and flashes of lightening, depositing me at the base of of the hill leading to St. Mary's Church. I make my way cautiously through the ruined landscape and flaming torches, each step announcing my transformation from witch to mere mortal, for it is written that all should clash as mortals, to rip, tear, claw and bite to an ultimate conclusion. The threshold awaits, and the massive door opens to reveal the arena of my fate as one of the younger of the Thirteen. The alter beckons me, and I am drawn toward it, seeing nothing but its evil presence, although I can sense my despised sisters nearby. The time for caution is past, now is the time for passion and mayhem.

Miss Hell for leather lynx · October 22, 2024, 02:36:48 PM

Crashing backwards in to the crypt I removed my robe as I tell you to lock the door to the crypt as I look at you smiling as I respect you as I challenge you to lock the crypt and settle this the old way

Miss Hell for leather lynx · October 22, 2024, 02:57:21 PM

Argh Amy I stand back up the wick smirk on my face little once you're need to better than that dear as I slither forward my heels click on the slabs as I throw my left arm around your neck driving my knees in to your face and body in pure vengeance for the Welsh sisterhood you destroyed

Lauren (Tatt Cat) · October 22, 2024, 06:03:36 PM

I've seen a lot of the world in my travels. I move around a lot. Never been able to stay in one place for very long. The ink on my left shoulder sums me up best ... "wanderlust". From upstate New York to the Netherlands to South Africa and finally to here on the other side of the world ... my own private paradise in the South Pacific ... Bali!

Far far away from all the craziness and negativity of the world of today. And, yes, also far far away from my Sisters in the Coven of Thirteen ... all Twelve of them. It wasn't Fear that drove me on my path of endless wandering. No, it was Hate. Hate for my twelve Sisters. I turned my back on that life a long time ago, washed my alabaster white hands of the blood and memory of the hated Twelve. And the Dark Lord who ruled us.

Yes, that life is gone. Or so I thought. One fateful night, the pale ghostly light of the full moon above Serengan Beach turns red ... blood red ... without warning. I feel a sudden sharp burning jolt in my heart urging me to climb the hill full of sacred Banyan trees where I had spent many hours in peaceful meditation. But the burning raging fire now in my heart is far from peaceful. I find myself consumed with anger and hate and know immediately it is a Summoning. A Summoning of the Thirteen. I crouch on the hilltop staring up at the Blood Red Moon.

I stand up with my back resting against the most sacred of sacred Banyans and call out the incantation of old that instantly transports me far from Bali to the abandoned church and graveyard of St. Mary's. I can see a few silhouettes lurking and moving in the dark shadows. The Twelve are here. The Coven of Thirteen is together once again. The prophecy of the Dark Lord has been fulfilled. Blue ice fills my veins. My claws want to rip and tear! There will be much blood shed this night.

And thus it begins ...

Miss Hell for leather lynx · October 22, 2024, 07:03:13 PM

I will never bow too you I yell as I grab your left leg pushing it up send you to the floor I climb on you your bow to me Amy before I end you as our tattooed bodies roll across the slabs left then right

Miss Hell for leather lynx · October 22, 2024, 07:03:13 PM

Coven - A Witches Halloween Catfight

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