Without the darkness

"And why should we listen to you?" A voice bellows.

Halley had decided to gather the dark witches and put them in their place before it was too late. She was scared, scared that her daughter might be attracted to this darkness or was it the other way? She wasn't taking any chances.

She lifts her hands and turns her fingers slowly he in circular motion.

A sharp high-pitched trill snakes into the ears of the dark witches as they began to clamor in pain.

"Endora's worst mistake was forcing her way in here but then she didn't realize that it would only happen if I wanted." She blusters "I LET YOU IN!" Once again turning her hands increasing the tempo of the sound that pierced through the ears of the dark witches.

Their eyes and ears began to bleed as they wheeze and groan convulsively.

"You forget that most of the powers a dark witch yields comes from the powers she had?" She tilts her head, "My brother was merciful enough to put her in a prison world unlike me." Now the second hand was involved.

And if with that first bout some hadn't dropped on their knees well now they slumped to the ground. Their bodies shook like they were electrocuted, white foam spilling from their mouths, their eyes dazed, they couldn't focus their sight on anything.

Halley was feasting on them from the insides. Her eyes had turned completely black. Blusters forming a tornado around them. It looked like she was going to turn the place into a cemetery.

"Momma is so strong." Marilyn whispers to her aunt. They were both leaning against a window, watching behind the curtains what transpired as it all happened not too far away from the front of their house.

"I'd love to be like her." Cheryl's head snap at the girl immediately.

"You can't be like your momma baby but you can be strong too, stronger than she is without the darkness."

"Is momma affected by the darkness?" Disbelief washes over the girl's face.

"But momma controls it because she is stronger than it." Cheryl hoped the girl would be able to fight the darkness if it ever came to her.

Marilyn held a cold face as she turns her gaze at her mother again.

In the same building, on the right wing stood Mason behind the glass also. His face cold, back straightened with his hands clutched behind him. He looked intimidating as he watched his once peaceful sister deal with the witches.

The only person that could bring her back was him, Llyas, her late husband. A demon!