The only time of the year where masks were acceptable and treats were given to those who pestered for them, but to witches Halloween marked a different event. This mystifying event was the only time of the year where the veil between the living and the dead was as thin as it can get. Those who specialized in necromancy: the disruption and divine by the use of the dead, were especially blissful due to the ease it was to use their gifts. But as a whole the mystical energies were intensified, this marked occasion was not to be looked over as many witches with plans of their own used this event for their own deeds. One thing all should remembered was that raising the dead with magic was useless and pointless, it couldn't be done. For many reasons: one being it went against the rules of magic, the balance of nature would be disrupted bringing forth unwanted consequences, another would be the sheer amount of mystical energy required, one that was very rare within an individual to possess. Of course if a witch possessed the latter death was still a chance and so were the consequences. There was no way out of it, every spell had a loophole and nature ties one to another, this is the balance that is told in every story of magical traditions; to do something one must give up and pay the price for something to be done.
Just one day before the mystical storm, the wondrous Eastern Enchantress by the name of Madame Blossom/Fan Song-Keijijo hid from the mystic community for reason yet unknown, but in this seclusion she sends an SOS to twelve witches who would respond to her call and meet at a destined location given by her. Once met, the treacherous witch would then feed them lies and hopes even those with ambitious passion behind them. As all eleven witches gathered around a pentacle formed carving, the large ground work was lifted with the illumination created by the standing torches on each point. While inside the pentagram, one witch along with Fan stood face to face, "Breathe in their energy, feed from it." she instructed, as the eleven witches outside the circle began to form a sort of mystical web, connecting all witches inside and outside the circle minus Fan. This was the immense form of channeling, one that linked them all as one, brilliant yet dangerous. Normally this form of channeling was a permanent pool of power used by covens who cemented years of training and loyalty and thus the effect of this magic would be passed down to later generations, one that is powerful in cast and power.
"Kill them." the chilling voice of Dominique commanded, just like a soldier Fan listened and acted on command; just as she drew her blade towards the close-eyed witches before and around her, all whom fancy the new power traveling inside them, she hesitated.
Three Weeks Ago
"You want me to kill witches?! My kind, the very community I sought to protect!" Fan slammed her hand down on the table beside her, shouting in outrage for immoral act asked by Dominique. "What difference does it make? You remember France don't you? Somme Hills; the wolves you so indulgently murdered with your own hands and soul. You condemned them into your ancestors mystical purgatory. Now your channeling on their very souls as a source for your new power and without me you would not have it! You would be just as I found you, a powerless witch who simply refused to use magic because the spirits punished her and one still mourning for the loss of her husband." he paused to catch his breathe as his voice changed from high and serious to a more compassionate tone. "Fan, listen. What I'm doing is giving you the knowledge and chance to correct everything you've ever done and atones for the sins you've caused in your name and your family's. Your ancestor, Himiko, created a supernatural realm a purgatory for any supernatural creature who's ever died to remain trap and punished instead of seeing their errors and finally move on. What you can do is rare, given with your extreme knowledge, you can do it." ending his pleas as he approached her closer.
"I thought you said the first celestial witches of China created the other side?" staring deeply into his eyes, the witch tries to see through his soul, trying to detect any lies he has fabricated, "She created the proto-type, Himiko was the endgame perfectionist." he replied. "Even so, I'm not killing witches! You said killing the wolves would give me the power to break the gates into the mystic purgatory, now your adding more into the equation! I'm sorry Dominique I can't go through with this. I'll find another way." turning her back on the mysterious man she walks halfway out the door before he once again tries to reason with her, "If only it were that simple. You have magic Fan, but there is a limit to what you can do. Even with this new power you know its harder to control than traditional magic. Without me it would of killed you by now. You know the truth. There is no other way, its either go through with the ritual requirements or none at all. Your purpose would of been for nothing. Think about Ishin, Fan, he could be suffering, he could be lost. But if you break the seal you can have him back. In the end we both get back what we've lost."
"NO! You're insane. I've done enough killing!" Running out the door as fast as she can, unexpectedly, Fan trips to the floor. Looking back to see what had caused her to fall, she sees the dead body of her husband before her. "Fan.... Fan... help me...." his voice trembled with weakness as he begs her to save him. Unable to speak properly her mouth shakes uncontrollably, barely enabling herself to respond back to him, crawling to his side the sad stricken witch affirmed him she would save him, "Ishin? ISHIN! Hang on honey, please. I can save you, I can do it. Stay with me." her breathe shorten as a combination of both excitement and fear grew inside her. Placing both palms of his heart the witch closed her eyes to channel all the energies of the dead souls she stolen and began to warp the fabric of reality around her. Strong gust of winds and the crackles of earth beneath her shook violently, it was if mother nature was working alongside her. Lightning and thunder roared through the skies and this perverted form of magic worked its way into reality, once the struck of lightning and sound of thunder had ceased the witch opened her eyes to see that there was no Ishin before her, nothing but her. This was the mental trickery cast by Dominique; but, unknown to Fan herself at the moment. Bawling like a child in need of comfort Fan rose to her feet informing Dominique who had stood behind her that she would do as he ask, that the life of her husband was too precious for death to claim, now and forever.
Lost in thought and urged by the guidance of Dominique, Fan stabbed the witch where life pumped through her, the heart. The center-point for all substance and magic that gave birth to a witch. Her screams of agony, pain and unexpected betrayal alerted the other witches around, but they could do so little as they all succumb to the poison of death. One by one they all fell; a domino effect, the center witch was the start and she would be their end. This volatile death marked the area with land of power and now it was Fan's job to now siphon it away, cleansing their blood and tainted energy and taking it into herself. Just like the wolves Fan would now channel the souls of the twelve dead witches.
"Two-thirds of the ritual is complete. Now we need the final sacrifice and the two figures of life and death." no emotion was expelled from the murderous witch only a stone-lost visage, the witch mindlessly obeyed Dominique's command. This was her last anchor towards sanity and the witch had now lost it. Lifting her fingers to her temple, the witch sent a massive telepathic broadcast to Noah. "Meet me in New Orleans. Its time to pay your debt." she said telepathically, looking back to Dominique, his smile assured her progression and that was all she needed.