lenakio
Level 7
Lena Kioレナ
「 none of this information from the biography is to be used ICly and must be found out through ICly conversations and actions 」
❝Till death do us part❞
⚜ | 死が二人を分かつまで
Let’s live like legends
Legend ☽
/ˈlɛdʒ(ə)nd/
noun
an extremely famous or notorious person, especially in a particular field
↳ Lena Kio
❝ always & forever ❞
copyright ➺copyright © 2021 | credits to all the songs or any other things that belong to other beings ∞
↳ ● ●
❝ there is no greater strength than family ❞
000 — introduction ;
this will be one hell of a ride...
FULL NAME ;
Lena Montgomery Kio ☽
CHINESE NAME ;
Kyoko
MIDDLE NAME ;
Havana
NICKNAMES ;
► Lele
►Leenar Keeow
►Miss Kio
►The wicked witch from France
AGE ;
Nineteen years old
GENDER ;
Female
RELATIONSHIP STATUS ;
???
LOVER ;
Shoyo Amano is the boy she swoons over :0
YEAR ;
College
MEASUREMENTS ;
Height ━ 152.40cm (5’0” ft)
Weight ━ 113 lbs
BIRTH PLACE ;
France, Lyon
BIRTH DATE ;
October 31st, 2001
SOUNDTRACK ;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNbZJ-IgAEg
MEMBERS OF THE MONTGOMERY FAMILY ;
►Lena Montgomery - Daughter
►Adélie Montgomery - Daughter
►William Montgomery - Son
►Duron Montgomery - Son
►Ademar Montgomery - Son
►Rosie Montgomery - Mother
►Xiao Montgomery - Father
►Julie Petrova - Auntie
►Joshua Petrova - Uncle
►Dahlia Petrova - Cousin
►Violet Petrova - Cousin
Being adopted into another family due to problems on the Montgomery behalf that will be explained later on;
►Aimi Kio
►Kokoro Kio
►Lena Kio
►Sova Kio
►Kenji Kio
►Daichi Kio
►???
OTHER RELATIONS ;
►Karakura College Female Volleyball-Team - Without the team, she would not be able to cope mentally -- the team is like her second family.
►Kokoro Kio - Despite being the team's captain, both of the girls are very close to one another from Lena being adopted into the Kio family a while ago. The Montgomery’s were not a good bunch of people to be involved with.
►Ken Baez - A very ancient friend that loved each other like family. Lena Montgomery once was captain of the Bobcats swim team and Ken tried out and got onto the team with an amazing routine within the pool. Recently Ken has left Karakura and Lena feels a hole deep in her heart -- not everything lasts forever, correct?
►Myra Sidog - A devil in disguise -- evil and haunting. A midget perverted child who stalks for her prey that lurks within Karakura’s walls. Does the girl claim she is heterosexual but finds the same-sex hot and attractive? All of that aside, I’d run from her if I were you, that is if you make it out alive.
►The Coven - A group of witches that are ancient -- the group became one back in the early 1300s. When a person hears ‘a group of witches who belong in a coven’ they automatically assume they have witchy-woo powers like in supernatural shows. That is not the case; the witches worship their deity, also known as the horned creature, the Devil. Rituals, readings, sacrifices and beliefs.
►Adanna Abe Kodama - This girl is completely confusing within Lena’s mind. One minute she gets all cheesy, flirty, you name it -- the next second, she’s like a different person in personality. Lena thinks Adanna has a split personality disorder.
►Brendan Macleod - Strange friendship. Lena doesn’t really know how to explain their wonky friendship but she enjoys his company!
►Spartan Male Volleyball-Team - Half of them she doesn’t really speak to but enjoys attending movie night with them that occurs mostly every day in a week.
►Damien Hashirama - Lena has been best friends with Damien since day one and they’re practically related from how close they are with one another.
►Varian Hashirama - Lena’s parents were familiar with Varian’s presence within their past… What past?
►Aeika Shinakawa - The girl is a part of the team Lena is currently on and both are very close. Best friends for life. Nothing can separate the two even if you tried.
►Alice Delabre - Queen of Volleyball. Lena sort of fangirls when she sees her fellow team member but tries to hide it so Alice isn’t weirded out by Lena’s presence.
►Matt Martinez - Best friends with this dude since she joined the Bobcats volleyball team around two years ago. This guy still amazes Lena still to this day.
►Kenji Kio - Strange man, however, the two are like best friends despite being siblings... Kenji is pretty chaotic and it makes the two such a good match.
►Lee Alstrom - What an awesome fella. Lena is sort of friends with him after she gave him money. Lee is a somewhat iconic man. I love you, Lee Alstrom.
►Shoyo Amano - Lena has a crush on him and it is obvious. Swooning over him constantly and being shy around him is what makes it obvious. Of course, she has no clue what they are, but always feel butterflies in her lower stomach when she speaks to him.
CHARACTER TROPE ;
The Femme Fatale
TINY FACTS ;
►Has an obsession with working out.
►Big obsession with those furry little animals called rats.
►Does volleyball.
►Includes rhinestones as part of her makeup routine.
►Often reads romance books or watches romance movies on Netflix.
PERSONALITY ;
Lena is a bit of a hyper-ish girl when you first meet her and then she turns into the nicest person you’ve ever met. Normally when she does an activity she really enjoys, it overwhelms her in a good way and she gets rather hyper hence why people think she’s a bit coo-coo. This girl is only silent when nobody is around or if she just doesn’t generally like the people she’s next to. Her low empathy explains her current mental health state, on medication to help out her symptoms along the way of her help. She is easily attached to people and if they leave her life then it’s a very hard situation to get out of. Fear of abandonment... If somebody makes Lena riled up or angry, she won’t just automatically attack them like most boys she knows; ignoring is the best policy so that they won’t get what they’re looking for, a reaction. She gets along with people quite quickly and tends to make a lot more friends than people would think from such a hyperactive person -- a quote from one of Lena’s best friends, Kokoro Kio,
“She’s one of the bravest girls I’ve ever known. Lena did bark at a tree once but other than that, I think she’s pretty sane”. Most people could probably tell that this girl has a past that she doesn’t like speaking about -- her eyes can be cold and empty.
ABHORS ;
►She hates men who play with others' hearts - she is not afraid to call them out for their wrongful doings. She despises people when they call her ugly or fat.
►Lena despises it when people know about her family’s past and treat her like shit for it.
FEARS ;
►Athazagoraphobia (The fear of being forgotten, ignored, or abandoned)
►Arachnophobia (intense fear of spiders, or spider phobia)
►Nyctophobia (extreme fear of night or darkness that can cause intense symptoms of anxiety and depression)
►Claustrophobia (irrational fear of confined spaces)
DISEASE/DISORDER/ILLNESS ;
► Severe Reactive attachment disorder
►Asthma
►Severe Depression
►Anxiety
►OCD
HOBBIES ;
►One of Lena’s primary hobbies is tailoring. Lena grew up learning how to sew at a very young age of six years old by her mother, Hayley. Her mother’s motivation for this was so that her daughter would have ‘something better to do than just sleep all day'. She has a special type of style that she manages to make unique in her own way. Lena is very passionate about deviating from the norm in regards to clothing and the way she presents herself every day. She picked up from the internet that people are desperate to try and fit in with mainstream fashion, an example of this can be guys trying to resemble the fashion that belongs in the KPOP group, BTS.
►Volleyball is another hobby of hers and she claims that Volleyball is one of the best sports out there. Many people know Lena is currently on the Spartan female volleyball team and declares she will be on the team till she grows older. Whenever she plays volleyball, her palms hurt slightly from the ball constantly hitting harshly against her hand -- dealing with the pain and forgetting that it’s ever there. She has to focus.
►One of the last major hobbies she has is witchcraft. The girl often smells of witchy sage from constantly sageing the area she walks because she believes the rituals she performs will make demons attach themselves onto her and cause bad things. Something that she keeps to herself is that she thinks her family is cursed. Why do you ask? Well, ask her yourself.
CHARACTER STATS ;
►STRENGTH - ★★★★☆
►CHARISMA - ★★★★☆
►INTELLIGENCE - ★★★☆☆
►WITCHCRAFT - ★★★★★
►CREATIVITY - ★★★★★
►SOCIAL SKILLS - ★★★★☆
►STAMINA - ★★★★★
►HEALTH - ★★★★★
►CONFIDENCE - ★★★☆☆
►PERCEPTION - ★★★☆☆
►EMPATHY - ★★☆☆☆
►STYLE - ★★★★★
►WISDOM - ★★★★☆
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;
Bisexual -- fonder of female
RELIGIOUS BELIEFS ;
Theistic Satanism
REALISTIC REFERENCE ;
The girl from American Horror Story
APPEARANCE ;
↳ Left female ➨ Lena Kio ➨ the photo was previously taken by her best friend/sister Kokoro Kio as they cutely held matching bee plushies.
Oddly wafting behind her as she walked was a hint of witchy sage -- long blonde hair cascading down her slender back with highlights of baby pink in her fringe. Ocean blue eyes sparkle whenever the sun rises above the clouds, something mysterious lurks within her orbs. A golden nose stud pierced through the left side of her nose. Lena often wears anything with a deep meaning behind it such as her favourite Snorlax hat with any outfit it matches with. Her nails are often painted white or a pinkish colour with a top coat of silver and purple glitter to finish the gloss she deserves.
RACE ;
Chinese-French
LANGUAGES ;
French
Latin
Japanese
Growing up in Lyon, France has its perks -- learning the language since she was a small toddler. Brought up hearing the language every single day as she surrounded her family all the time, French was becoming a fluent language for her to speak in the future with family and friends.
Involved with witchcraft from the young age of nine years old; her family was a part of a coven and they all swore that they’ll be safe while practising rituals and simple witchcraft. When Lena was a baby witch she’d always get things wrong such as not taking care of her crystals, messing up simple herb potions to fight away the bad spirits and so forth. Why does she need to know the language listed above? Well, she needs to know the language since often in witchcraft, the witches speak in Latin so of course, she needs to know most of the language to communicate with her fellow coven members and participate within their witchy doings.
Lena didn’t learn Japanese until she was fifteen years old -- moving to Karakura with her best friend Ken Baez who was already fluent in the language. The blonde girl only knew a few phrases when she had officially moved away from her hometown, often messing up food orders, seemed stupid when speaking to people as she didn’t understand a total word they had said to her. Ken Baez helped her along the way and suggested she studied their culture and traditions to understand the country further. Present in 2021, she is fluent and has been for a couple of years.
She does know a tiny bit of Russian and Spanish but not to the point she’s fluent. The poor girl only knows a few phrases. Wouldn’t classify this as one of her languages she knows but just putting it out there.
001 — coven lore ;
browse for a hex...
❝ to be reborn, you must sacrifice❞
↳ was it just a myth?∞
Late 1300's
This all started in an old cottage located in the middle of Lyon, France. Kids constantly bickering over the littlest of things, “who ate the last custard tart?”. The household had fit within the cottage’s walls with a tight squeeze, fourteen kids in total - two parents- one dog. A couple of sets of twins, one set of triplets and the rest were born on their own with no other chaotic sibling within the womb for nine months.The kids’ upbringing was very complicated due to the amount of them: it was very hard for the parents to give all their children the same amount of attention as they should be given, you could say some didn’t get what they should’ve. Swoosh! A large amount of rain was descending down from the musky coloured clouds - the family had to stay in until the storm was over. Floods were all around their village, the food stall which was across from their house and over a few little grass hills was damaged, the oak wood had soaked up all the liquid from the sky and became very damp and eventually started moulding over time. Being stuck in a small area with a large number of people was completely overwhelming for everybody in the household, arguments were bound to happen. With everybody stressed from the floods, and the constant thoughts of “when will this end?”, “will our house be flooded?”. The parents had to reassure the children on a daily basis, it was evident they were growing rather stressed from the weather outcome that week. The household was beginning to grow poor from the house lockdown within their village, no one had gone to work. No one to pay for food nor the bills. Of course, the children had no idea what was going on, they weren’t even told. Everything was sunshine and rainbows.
The dark and miserable clouds that were once roaming the skies were now gone - despite it hanging around for a long few days. A few of the kids had started feeling like they had no motivation for anything, the motivation to do something other than sleep all day in a cramped room full of tiny beds. The kids had started developing depressive symptoms - the parents of course loved them but thought they were putting on a show and didn’t show them the care they needed for how they felt deep inside. From the long wait because of the devastating storm, the parents now were out of the house and both had started working hard to earn their household money to pay for food and the bills. Four of the siblings were playing hide and seek when the sun was beaming through the windows, an orange sort of colour was in the sky. After an hour of constant bickering over who found who first, they grew tired. BOOM! A loud crash was echoing through the thin walls of the cottage, a book. A dusty old book had fallen from the bookshelf which was high up on a wall next to their father’s study room. In a small house, full of kids, it was shocking to have a spare room for studies. The book was titled, “BLACK MAGIC”. Rather odd, why is it just laying there? It was as if something made one of the children fall over and knock the book from the shelf, was it just a coincidence? Horror shook over the kids’ faces, a bone tickling shiver travelled up their spines. There was no need to be scared right? The kid had fallen over and a book fell from a shelf? What is so scary about that? Obviously frightened from what had happened, they went back into their room and sat on the beds: silence. After thirty minutes of dead silence, however, it had felt like it was a couple of hours despite the situation that had occurred. The tension was cut by a knife, the sound of their parent's footsteps. No one spoke about this event until a couple of days later.
Flickering on and off was all the lights did. Perhaps the electricity was bad? For many weeks the household had been witnessing some odd behaviour within the home, everyone had experienced at least something - they all had something to tell. Constant crying from the younger children, claiming that they had nightmares every fortnight. The older siblings who were in their late teens had just laughed it off and didn’t think anything of it afterwards. Was all of this a joke to them? However, after a long day of boring silence: footsteps were heard from outside their bedroom door. Nobody was home except for the children as the parents had to go to work and around two of the older children to help pay off some extra bills. Sleep was a horrid experience for the household, nobody could tell who was walking throughout their house - the thing was that they’d always check for the imposter who was lurking in their home but found nothing in the end. Not a single soul. No proof to say somebody was here. All these weird things were happening ever since the book was knocked off of the shelf, but obviously, this wasn’t the reason. It’s a dumb old book. The next day everybody was now confused even including the non-believers, this day was full of arguments, the father had claimed that his ‘special book’ was missing. The kids who were involved with the hide and seek game completely forgot about the book until the dad had just mentioned it there and then. He had claimed that his book was not on his shelf where he normally keeps it, so somebody or something had stolen it. The mother had no idea what book her husband was on about in the first place, “why are you so worked up over something that has dusty paper in it?” was what the mother had said to her beloved partner, the father sighed and thought maybe he is going crazy or simply somebody is playing tricks on him. The father did tend to sleepwalk so perhaps he picked it up and dropped it somewhere? Who knows.
A few months later
Héloïse Badeaux was the eldest sibling and she had finally reached the age of nineteen years old. She was a massive fan of art and loved to paint on a regular basis: paint she used from berries (she always wandered off into the night to gather them in nearby woods) since the paint was not around in those times. Every time when she had gotten asked “what do you want to be in the future, Badeaux?” she’d always answer with “something on the lines of doing art, miss”. No one could rip her away from doing what she had loved doing. Out of pure curiosity, her mind galloped to the book she and her siblings had found during a game of hiding and seek. The book's whereabouts were unknown still until that day when she went hunting for it, it was magically there on his shelf like nothing ever happened to it. Why would her mind randomly just wander back to the book she had found ages ago when nobody even remembered the incident? Of course, if you asked them about it they’d simply shrug it off and would not speak about it, it was like a traumatic experience over some dusty old brown-leathered book that they had found. What if it was all a misunderstanding? In the middle of the night, she had tip-toed over to the book's last-known location. A cold shiver ran up her spine as she set her eyes upon it - she hasn’t seen it since the last time they had played hide and seek. Héloïse had been up all night reading the book, she was so interested and drawn to the pages - the loud snores of her sleeping siblings didn’t distract her at all as if she was in a trance when reading the book. She was so immersed that she didn’t even notice that the sun was now coming up, gazing through the gaps in the window. What was a book titled “BLACK MAGIC” doing there in their house? Who did it belong to and why?
Snowflakes resting against the stone pavement and the grassy hills that surrounded the village. Winter was finally here this year and the festive looks on peoples jolly grins. Laughing and yattering was heard from peoples mouths as they sat around a tree they put in the middle of the room, decorating it until it looked fantastic. All of their faces brightened up in joy as they were outside, the snow falling down was an incredible sight for them to watch seeing as it rarely snows on Christmas. It seemed like everybody wished for a white Christmas - it all was too good to be real. Rosy cheeks and a little red nose were on their faces, they held close to one another to keep themselves warm within the colder temperature. Héloïse had walked back to the room they all slept in, and found the book was no longer laying on her bed. Did somebody take it? Did it just magically vanish? Something had caught her eye, her younger brother was fiddling through the old fragile pages as he was carefully skimming through them - he was way too young to even read. She shouted at her younger brother and snatched it away from him in a hurry, she didn’t want her brother to get involved with such things - Héloïse didn’t even know what it was all about, she didn’t even get past a quarter of it since there were many pages to read.
Constantly flicking through the pages when she was alone in the bedroom, she always made sure no one was around to see her reading the book that gave most of the kid's trauma. Her father had noticed that his book was still missing but he didn’t dare to go looking for it as if he was scared of it anyways. Why would you be afraid of some piece of leather with fragile old pages? It was as if he was hiding a massive secret. He just thought mauve he had just lost the book, it’ll be all better if the book was burnt to ashes. Just as the Badeaux family were coming closer together as one, something clicked; the father’s face went crimson from anger, shaking his daughter’s shoulders violently. The father figured out that his eldest daughter had the book all along - the book was no good news, the father claimed that the book had brainwashed the eldest Badeaux child. The thing was that she had been secretly telling some of the older siblings about it and they were immersed by it as well just as much as Héloïse was. It was an obsession, a bad obsession to have. The ones Héloïse told were constantly bringing up the book and saying how cool it was and that they should totally try the ‘spells’ and ‘rituals’ they had seen in the book. The parents did not take it too well and that is why they banished the eldest, leaving her with no roof above her head and no food. The following siblings who had sided with their older sister had followed her path out. It sure is nice to be around family for the holidays, huh.
No communications to their parents were for the best in their opinions - the mother was not impressed by her husband. Héloïse Badeaux and the siblings surrounding her were brainwashed to the core and had no proof of coming back to reality. Their old selves were long gone, nothing more than soulless beings. All they thought of their parents was that they were nothing more than parasites. The eldest made sure her siblings had read the book, of course, it was totally important to make sure they understood it before entering something dangerous and wicked. The father treated the siblings who left as if they were irredeemable pieces of trash - they were most likely going to prove them wrong and become the ‘better’ version of themselves. Black magic is malicious, opposite to white magic - as if somebody was leading them to the greatest. All were blind from the knowledge and so-called ‘power’ you’d get from doing these ‘great’ things. All of them were becoming selfish and in reality, none of them cared for one another now, they only cared about the magic. It was now or never, pick your side.
Very early 1400's
Arguments splattered across the dinner table, after years of focusing on their black magic they decided to call themselves a coven - but a coven always needs a leader. You could sense the tension in the damp lodge, trees rustling against one another as the wind picked up in the early hours of the morning. The moon shining and looking down at those who were arguing over some dumb coven, wolves howling up at the moon and many creatures were running through the dark forest to catch their prey and bring it back to their families to eat. Something the Badeaux siblings didn’t have; love and family. Two of the siblings had got up from the table and stormed off into the night and was never to be seen again - as if they fell off the edge of the earth. At least some of them had warm hearts. Studying this magic took a lot of effort but they all thought it was worth it because they wanted to come forwards together as one and get more power from each other’s blood. Was the parents’ decision a good idea to let their kids go? Or a bad idea? They had no idea if their parents had passed away or not, they lost all connection towards them since they had left in the late 1300s. You can’t undo the past but instead, focus on the future.
Sleep all day, up all night. The main key to their lives now was to focus on the coven and lead it to greatness - they didn’t even think of themselves as a family anymore. It’s like, heads you pick the coven and tails you pick the family. They believe that if they led their coven to greatness, they’d be known as the best witches in history. Of course, they still didn’t decide on the leader, but it was not possible if they kept arguing and potentially losing them over it. They all showed great determination and confidence, but none actually showed that they’d be worthy enough to lead the coven. Héloïse realised that the only way to make the coven the best coven in history, the best of all, was to take a break and not overwhelm yourself. She decided to find love. Yet she kept praying that her siblings back at the little lodge in the middle of nowhere stopped arguing so they didn’t risk losing any more. Back when she was a little girl, she and her parents got along very well and always spent time with each other. In fact, just because Héloïse had left home with her siblings and knows her parents’ weak sports, she wanted to make them feel like they should regret sending their kids away, manipulation was always good on her behalf.
Back when the book was first found by the children playing hide and seek within the small walls of their house, it was always a great mystery as to why the father had it in the first place. Nobody could enter the father’s mind to find out the exact reason why. The children gathered that the book had a feature that made people drawn into it -- there was no doubt that the father felt drawn to it but was frightened to let his children get their hands on it. Why keep it on a shelf where the kids could easily see? Who knows.
Wind gliding through Héloïse's black coloured locks was refreshing, the sun was up high in the sky and beaming down upon the grass around the forest. Colourful flowers splattered across the fields, mysterious mushrooms on the floor at the bottom of trees - swinging the basket in her hands as she picked up berries, let’s not forget she loved doing the painting. Painting is a metaphor for control. Art told her that vision could be achieved with the sheer force of will. Skipping through the long grass, a smile plastered on her face. Life was perfect. The bright periwinkle skies, birds flying through as their feathered wings gliding through the air smoothly. She was very fond of nature and wildlife - a young fuzzy bee on the edge of her fingertips, birds tweeting and singing as the yellow bright ball of light floating in the middle of the sky. In the distance a family of deers were frolicking through the forest, the reflections of the river were amazing. Blue and orange butterflies flying around, having the time of their lives. SNAP! A twig behind her cracked and crunched by the force of somebody’s foot. Heart beating very fast as heat rises to her rosy cheeks. It felt as if her heart had stopped beating, everything around her had stopped. A young boy, possibly in the age range of mid-twenties, smiled upon the female in front of him, placing a daisy in her basket and he walked away as she never let her eyes leave him. Inhaling and exhaling deeply and looking down at the daisy; bright pink cheeks and she looked back to the boy who was fading by the distance between them that was growing each time he walked.
After many chats that were mostly filled with aggressive anger, they all decided to lead the coven instead of having one person lead it. All of them gave them power as a group and let them lead the coven to greatness, just like they promised. As a celebration they decided to have a small turkey dinner, coated with herbs and spices; roast potatoes and cauliflower on the side, turkey gravy and many carrots to go with - anything you can think of in a turkey dinner, is what they had on their plates - it was a dream come true. It’s simply your imagination. It was that time of the year again, the festive season had begun. Singing carols outside, warming everybody’s hearts up at Christmas time. Sounds of joy from everybody’s lips as they dug into their Christmas dinner, a Christmas pudding in the middle of the table which was lit on fire with a dash of alcohol, purple-blue flames admitting from the sponge. The smell of scented candles and apple spice throughout the cottage, going up everyone’s noses. The food tantalizes their taste buds, warm thick pudding going down their throats. Snow outside hitting the windows, kids outside building snowmen with their friends. Many snow angels on the floor as kids laughed with each of their friends. A wonky carrot for the snowman, acorns for the buttons and old twigs for the arms. They called him frosty.
Odd cries erupted from one of the Badeaux siblings’ throats, Christopher Badeaux. Salty tears escaping his eyes, wetting his eyelashes. Christopher missed his family deeply, however, he missed the ones back at home. He wished he had just kept with his parents and the rest of his siblings back at home, the black magic overwhelmed him to breaking point and it caused him to think differently from the others. He wasn’t going to just give up. He wanted to find his family and potentially his parents who were either dead or alive. Of course, Mr Badeaux cared for the coven and wished the best for it, but he believed family comes before the coven. For the rest, coven > family. It was rather strange to say that you prefer the coven and all the black magic than your family, kind of horrible to think about -- the mother gave birth to them and they acted as if they didn’t care a single bit. Christopher was grateful; always was and will be. The rest of his siblings who were with him didn’t seem that way at all - if only he stayed with his loved ones other than these sick freaks he calls family.
Laughter echoed through the forest which surrounded the cottage in the middle of nowhere, Héloïse was crying from the laughter. Skipping through the forest, hunting for an animal or a human to sacrifice for their first-ever ritual as one. The first ritual within the coven is so important, it shows your loyalty towards your coven and the magic it possesses. You had to do the ritual correct otherwise bad entities may attach themselves. You wouldn’t even want to think about what would happen if you messed up the first ritual while handling black magic - this type of magic is not to deal with, yet the rebels did not have a single care in the world - handling it carefully. Doing witchcraft in general is a dangerous path to go in life, you do not know what you’re messing with unless you researched it up a lot and has practised many times before diving into something deep such as a ritual within a coven. Black magic was not a game, or a toy to mess around with. They needed the blood to complete and start their ritual they were planning, drops of blood shows who you are sacrificing and what you are planning to do with it.
Family is for the weak. The rest of the coven found out what Christopher was doing, he was trying to contact his family back home. The Badeaux’s were furious, outraged and most certainly wasn’t going to give this up. They banished him away and kicked him out of the coven for good, what a disgrace. You see, if you’re going to be in an all-so-powerful coven you need to say coven before family; their quote was “Family is for the weak, coven becomes before family”. They did love each other deeply deep down, but not as much they loved the coven. Once before they did love each other more than anything in the world, this was before they were introduced to the whole idea of black magic in the first place and starting a coven within their little family group. Ever since they had been banished, they were brainwashed but clearly, Christopher was not severely brainwashed as much as the others. He constantly cries himself to sleep. He messed up. Big time.
A noise awoke Héloïse up from her dream, sweat dripping down her forehead. Blood was trickling down the wooden walls, splattered everywhere. A dead mouse. The rest of the Badeaux siblings had drained the corpse’s blood and used it for their benefits. For everybody outside of the coven it was truly horrifying and many people were confused. Spilling blood to show your willingness? Pft, pathetic. In the hands of the coven, it was everything but a game; no lies, no cowardness to be shown. There are many differences between human and animal blood - human blood is for a certain collection of rituals that they had learnt but never tried; animal, on the other hand, was completely different. It was said to believe that the horned creature looked upon the ‘chosen’ ones and placed his palm on their foreheads in honour of the sacrifice. Drops of blood on their foreheads signal his presence and show that they have a full connection to their almighty deity, satan. Who would’ve thought believing in Satan to the fullest that he becomes your loyal deity? People associate him with every meaning within the words of ‘evil or ‘supernatural’. In this case, it wasn’t supernatural, it was simply just a strong belief that took a lot of things south. With all of this history, nothing was supernatural at all. The coven did believe in the supernatural, but the coven itself was not supernatural at all. Their magic was not like Harry Potter and his wooden wand or stuff like witchy-woo in every shape or form. Nobody really knew what black magic was real. With the beliefs of the horned creature, in this case, it’s a strong connection that they feel just like one of the many religions in the world, Christians, they believe that God created heaven and the whole universe - the coven only believes satan is the god in their eyes.
Mid 1400's
Despite the older siblings appearance and their wrinkly insides of old age; the Badeaux’s were still alive and kicking. France was a big place, full of people to sacrifice and get ahold of to control and manipulate their emotions. A flashback to Christopher - the banished member of the coven, and unfortunately the family itself. The rest of the remaining family never banished him, it was a lie. See how easy it is to lie through words? Locked him up in metal rusty chains in a large sewer full of mould and disgusting creatures that lurk within the tunnel; kept there to starve and die a brutal death. This is a reminder to not go against your covens beliefs. Christopher was at the littlest of their concerns and they didn’t care for him when he had passed, as bad as it sounds to one's ear. The coven was expanding at a large rate and many people were recruited into the large group of black magic lovers, the more people in a group, the more and better the end result will become. Imagine having all the power in the world and nobody can cross you because you all look intimidating? They didn’t want power like the noseless man from Harry Potter also known as Tom Riddle. The Badeaux siblings loved mind games and wouldn’t care less if their loved ones starve to death, bones coming out of their bodies as a punishment. God bless the coven.
The greatest story is love, not power; one will die, the weaker one dies. Even though the Badeaux siblings didn’t feel love or remorse for their actions unlike Christopher, deep down they must’ve felt something deep within - looks like nobody will know the end. The fact that Christopher was brutally murdered by his own coven and family, does show that love was weak? He loved, he felt remorse; final result, death. Weaker one dies right? You either live with the fact that your coven doesn’t care about you and kill you in the middle of nowhere, or you don’t join the coven at all. Life-changing experiences are all done by facing your darkest fears and controlling your body to know what is best for you - they are all options, you end up picking one and everything could go down hill for you. The family didn’t care about manipulating people into believing the coven is great and is for good causes, they just cared about the numbers in the coven to make them stronger. It’s like an Alpha with no pack, isn’t it? One could say that quite familiar, you are stronger, together.
What if somebody you desired dearly gave you a gift of saying you did a good job? How’d you feel? Proud? Obsessing with the thing you were doing that got you praised? A razor-sharp blade was found underneath the floorboards in the house they had stayed in for all these years ever since they left their parents and the rest of their dumb family, kept completely hidden until they had found it. Something was screaming at them to go and look for it, an urge or desire to do so. Do you know that feeling inside that is always filling up and always on the urge of popping? That gut feeling you have when you think of something or wanting something to happen, it happens - was it a signal from the deity? Why would they randomly find a sharp object underneath the floorboards and have horrible gut feelings to check? Could’ve been a total coincidence, but they were not fooled. It was a blessing from the horned creature himself. Probably seeming silly to whoever is out there; the thing is, when you’re so obsessed with magic that you don’t know how to handle it properly, weird things can happen to you and can possess the living. Their good doings, getting rid of the unfaithful people and doing rituals to sense the presence of himself, were good doings. Imagine getting a gold star when you were around five years old, it showed you did something good. They did do something good: leading the coven to greatness.
Out of the lasting Badeaux siblings, one had a spine-tickling nightmare; the horned creature who goes by the name of satan. The nightmare seemed like a harsh reality; painfully piercing through the mind of the long lost Badeaux. A historical quote from the unsaid victim claimed “It was as if he was reaching out to me”. Satan was the monster that monsters’ were afraid of, it had the power to make them afraid. The narrow and trenchant blade lurking through the foggy shadows, deep in their lost mind; beneath the groaning floorboards of the lonely cottage, desolate in the middle of the swaying trees in the hair-raising forest. “Sacrifice” was whispered by a groggy voice in their unconscious mind via the nightmare, to be reborn, do you have faith?
Drawn from the fallen victims, sacrifice was bound to happen to lurk the deity through their veins. Any sign from the deity was a signal to lead the coven to greatness, those who were sacrificed never stood up to the beast's spirits. Restoring power, their “so-called magic” was accomplished by dragging the rusty weapon across the delicate human skin; bloodshed showered complete faith and royalness to the horned creature. Within this coven, crimson liquid oozing out of someone’s or something’s walls meant a whole great deal to mean every word you say, simply a test of being devoted towards his soul.
Late 1400's
The youngest Badeaux was the only one standing on the coven throne; other family member’s had sadly passed from old age or diseases. Earth soil smothering their cold, heartless leftovers in the heart of Lyon. It surely was a perplexing journey for the rest of the last standing Badeaux siblings and the rest of the coven who devoted their entire life to this group. Old memories of being kicked out of their childhood home were nothing more than a grain of salt on how much they cared about the incident. The deceased Badeaux siblings did have children but were not the originals who had founded this whole coven together as one.
Monster of her cage; darkness fractures and overwhelms, Griselda Badeaux. The whole point of being an original Badeaux was that you had complete power over the coven, anything was appropriate for the members. Declaring from her unholy tone of speech, all females within the coven group were to give birth before the age of thirty, the deadline was thirty, no matter what. Perhaps this was a dense and brainless rule for the coven despite the gruesome rituals that float through. Expanding the coven even further was the correct reason for Griselda’s speech.
Moonlight from the full moon was lurking from above the Earth’s atmosphere, eyes daggering onto the newborn babies who were placed upon the chloroplast grass. When the moon was in the full-moon phase, it was at its highest quality and had its perks. Any extraction from somebody’s layers of skin was perfect for this ritual, a single thumbprint of the metallic substance placed upon the newborn’s delicate forehead. A droplet of crimson must be weird for others outside of the coven who believed greatly for their horned deity, this showed faith for the baby to be introduced to the covens walls. They welcomed the newborns with open arms.
Bit out of the ordinary; twins who were born from the tradition of females having babies before the deadline of thirty years old were said to be a disgraceful curse from the holy spirit. Griselda once said, “a single child shall come out of your womb at a time, twins should have been absorbed each other in the womb. They are nothing more than abominations”. Something that was obvious was that twins’ were not welcomed within the coven with open arms, the children were in a hierarchy. Evidently, the rest of the group was selfish, keeping the ‘abominations’ in the coven yet claiming them to be nothing more than irredeemable pieces of trash. The only thing that had mattered was the number in the coven and they didn’t care who the person was. If they despised them so much then why are they still in the coven?
Mayhem and chaos. Griselda used the coven for her petty ambitions and no longer cared if she didn’t lead the coven to greatness, unlike she seemed like the best Badeaux sibling for caring about something other than a group of useless people. Screaming for mercy, bone-cracking and banished in a damp cold prison underground for unfaithfulness and rule-breaking from many people who said Griselda was not their Queen. In her cold eyes, she was their Queen. Killing people to cover her tracks, she was a Badeaux and it showed. She did what she had to do to not break the coven apart.
Mid 1500's
No original coven founders were left standing anymore to rule. The children who were made by the originals were still in the coven, Griselda shortly passed after declaring twins’ are abominations. The history of the Badeaux family goes way past the tenth century. Enemies made and went, children were not born in a happy life to know their family. Anne Badeaux was one of the children of Héloïse, all Anne could think was “I saw a scary monster who looked like my mother, who taught me how to mix paint. She even called me princess”. Anne didn’t want to live like this, surrounded by a bunch of psychotic nutjobs who worshipped a horned creature.
Being brought up into a coven took a massive toll on the kids’ and teenagers. Were the children of the founders strong enough to rule the almighty coven? The great evil. Meet your maker, Badeaux’s. Deciding a ritual stop the constant bickering, bullying and emotional neglect all over giving birth to twins were in order. No mountain was ever endless, some are just steeper than others; redemption to show that twins’ were not abominations all you had to do was the end of always and forever. Whoever the twins were, they couldn’t complete the tradition to have kids’ before the age of thirty because they had to complete another ritual, to fight off their inner demons who had control over them.
The end of always and forever was to end by the age of twenty-five; wrong to the dead and never mourned. All they had to do was sacrifice themselves to show that they were not abominations unlike Griselda’s words, this was their say and to remind them that family is power. The family was above all. Twins were natural, you couldn’t help whether you gave birth to more than one child at a time. Mother Nature was practically a family itself, giving birth to multiple children at once is something you couldn’t just wiggle out of.
Twins had to do this, either way, none of the twins within the coven lived past the age of thirty. Many tried to avoid the ritual but ended up being brutally slaughtered by their own coven who couldn’t care less about their death. They were too young to have that type of blood on their hands, twins were therefore banished from the community. Was this the new beginning for the coven to become more like a family? Were they finally learning that family was above all? Think back to the childrens’ laughter with their family, happy and completely unaware that they’d die at a young age in an empty desolate land of nothing.
Late 1600's
The Badeaux family tree was getting larger at a quicker rate than before; original Badeaux’s were now formerly known as ‘The Ancestors. The Ancestors led the coven to greatness and created such things, they are the reason the people are here right now. The coven was now located in America, Massachusetts; needing more and more members in the coven to serve its purpose of becoming what it is today. “All witches who have dark souls lurking within, must be executed”, people believed good witches do not hurt good witches, bad witches hurt good witches, therefore they shall be punished. The term of black magic to the public was to invoke the evil spirits, demons, hexing and cursing your neighbours. The innocent public believed that the witches who possess dark magic were there to destroy and curse the living, causing a bad image upon the witches and everybody believed witches were all the same.
Demons and evil spirits are an accepted part of black magic; once vision could be achieved, destruction was bound to occur. The opposite of black magic, white magic, supposedly utilised for good reasons and unselfish purposes; we are told that black magic is only used for ‘evil’ doings and selfish purposes. Believing in the horned creature was not a part of the white magic religion. They either willingly become a part of black magic religion, or the devil will make a killer out of you; it just doesn’t want to control people, it wants perfection. It may have lost its eyes, but it’s not always blind.
The definition of Salem witch trials: “were a series of hearings and prosecutions of people accused of witchcraft in colonial Massachusetts between February 1692 and May 1693. More than two hundred people were accused”. The whole reason the coven came to this stupid city in the first place was that they wanted power, wanting a seat at the table, a hell of an army. The trial was the deadliest witch hunt in history within North America; executed and hung from a young girl claiming to be possessed by the devil and accusing several witches of being involved with witchcraft. Playing the devils games only gave you to be manipulated into believing deeply, this was their fight and they were not ready to give up to the normal. Killing people to cover up their tracks, back then witchcraft was seen as the devils doings. A selection of witches who practised witchcraft, executed and brutally hung at the eyes of the public, roaring with laughter and finally being at peace. The Salem witch trials were a big bullet point for the coven, they were on the run from the executioners, multiple people were murdered while the rest of the coven fled the scene.
Right now, our ancestor’s do not have peace; living in a horrible nightmare. The coven came together back in France to where the coven was founded, a harvest moon shining down, the ashes of the original Badeaux siblings were locked away in jars so that they were always with them. Desperate to see the wonderful eyes, the ones who died over the hundred of years. The threat was breaking the coven apart, the Salem witch trials back in Massachusetts, the only time in the covens life was when they feared the worst. This is why they set their souls free, they deserved to see the appropriate afterlife that they wanted to go before they were influenced by the black magic. The Badeaux souls are now free’ this was the point in the coven where they told themselves, “Family above all”. You may not choose your family, that bond is the greatest strength you may ever come across. You only have a limited time with your family -- make the best out of it.
Mid 1700's
The Ancestor’s watched over those who were in the ménage, a great smile upon their glorious faces. Black crows signalled death to those outside the coven; within the coven, they’d signal The Ancestor’s coming to visit from their graves to the spiritual world. The Ancestors were a major part of the coven, they deserved the greatest in life. The 1700s was the covens’ prime time in recruiting other witches across the globe; more people, more deaths would be prominent. After the traumatic experience of the Salem witch trials, the group kept together tight as penguins, they are now a family themselves. Safe and secure.
Declaring once your deathbed, you will end it yourself. Once you are in that state of mind, vulnerable, in a place of dark and misery, God will take you in his arms beside his angels. This was the biggest rivalry to mankind; God and Satan. They had their opposites. Heaven was a place of peace, somewhere to be safe. The coven didn’t want this to happen, they would want you to be reborn then be stuck in a white magic place forever and ever. The sacrifice on your deathbed was called “To Be Reborn”, it was once said that once you end yourself, you will be immediately reborn. Of course, none had proof of this actually happening, it was simply a manifestation. A myth.
Are you ready to become a part of the coven? You were born ready. In the blood of the coven, another family generation was becoming alive from the embrace of the dragon. The Petrova family; a swan that dives into oblivion, darkness and a hell dimension. Three sisters, also known as the ‘Evil Trio’. So dramatic. They were an important legend in the 1700s, the dark lord’s lair in the haunted forest, Lyon. Cave times’ markings all over the rocks on the walls, a goat with humongous horns covered in the blood of his enemies. Back then in the olden days, carving symbols into the stone was a sense of relief and power.
In Lyon, the fallen remains of the original founders of the ménage lay beneath earth soil; the coven can’t abandon the group or the magic they possess, otherwise, they will be abandoning their legacy. This coven was one of the many covens in the country, not many people tampered with witchcraft at this day of age, especially with black magic. The covens waged war on each other and on themselves, and illness and catastrophes hit the city because of the witches’ conflict. The rebel witches were to be banished alongside their fallen friends, no one should anger and become problematic with the devil’s work.
Late 1900's
The blood moon ripe and high up in the sky, between the dark, spiritual clouds. What is the spiritual meaning of the blood moon, you ask? A blood moon was a sign of an upcoming apocalypse. The blood moon prophecies are a series of prophecies in the Bible preached by Christian preachers. John Hagee and Mark Blitz. A babies’ first cry, a scream erupting in the newborns’ freshly made vocal cords. The mother of the child was a fellow female witch within the coven and had just completed the first ritual to give birth before the age of thirty. A bloodied thumbprint was marked onto the skull of the newborn, the horned creature, Satan, was present to watch the new recruit. Both of the parents’ decided on naming the new baby boy, Varian Hashirama.
Two families in the coven were close together to one another, Hashirama’s and Montgomery’s. The Montgomery family was firstly named the Petrova’s. A female from the Montgomery family was previously named Rosie Petrova until she got married to a boy she had met called Xiao Montgomery. The Petrova / Montgomery family descent was rather noticeable into the coven; joining and doing the devils’ biddings not long after the Salem witch trials. Rosie Montgomery loved her many children, she wanted to live forever with them to watch them grow. A children tune she sang to her children was something that goes back to the first of the Petrova’s. Family only gave her pain, turning her heart into stone, wanting to crush her emotions in chains.
A devil is the personification of evil as it is conceived in various cultures and religious traditions. It is seen as the objectification of a hostile and destructive force. It is portrayed as having horns on its head, and without horns, and so on. Let your imagination run wild off into the shadows that lurk when one is not looking.
A poor family grew up alongside outside the coven as the Montgomery’s influenced the family to join the rest of the coven. The perks of being in a coven are to have many friends, welcomed to witchcraft and a bigger family. Once the coven did not believe in the family but after the Salem witch trials and losing many witches from that disgraceful horrific event, they decided to become one as a family and look out for others. The twins were welcomed into the coven but still had to complete the ritual; they understood that the ritual was for a good cause to show loyalty to the Badeaux’s. The family that was now welcomed into the coven were called the Kio’s. Aimi Kio married a young man named Daichi Kio and had kids shortly after their marriage. Most members of the coven attended the wedding to show respect and be there as a family. In the early 2000s, two little girls were born, Kokoro Kio and Lena Montgomery. The two girls always braided each other's hair, doing each other’s makeup with cheap little kits you’d find in a store, playing dolls and dress up games on a daily basis.
Xiao Montgomery had died in 2015 after being murdered by the current coven leader. The coven leader was called Aislinn Bailey. Aislinn killed Xiao after finding out he broke one of the coven’s rules. No one knows what the rule was but apparently, it was worth dying for. Aislinn stole the coven and made new rules regarding the twins -- they had a choice. Miss Bailey stamped the ‘B’ everywhere, it doesn’t stand for Bailey it stands for Badeaux.
Present time
In the present time of 2021, the coven is still a thing located in France. Some of the members in the coven had moved to different countries but around four times a year they visit back to France and stay there for around a week to not break apart from the great distances.
Not every story has an ending but they always have a beginning. Always and forever isn’t something you can just weasel out of, but continue to do right by their name -- as a Badeaux. Nobody should have to go through all of this trauma and overwhelming rules at a young age. What if the children didn’t want to grow up and be a part of the coven? They practically had no choice. Some stories are best being left in the past, focusing on the future and present is the only main key to success. Lead yourself to greatness. The greatest story is love.
002 — Montgomery's;
sticking together as one...
❝ spine-tickling truths of Montgomery’s❞
↳the house∞
A house was full of secrets. A house was full of mystery. What could possibly go wrong? Everything could go wrong. How would it go wrong? The floorboards creaked with every step that was taken. The house was somewhere where kids would always wait all year for a trick or treat or even at Christmas time to look at the amazing decorations. Of course, despite the creepy vibes, it was always a loving household. Bad spirits were spiritually attached to the house for many obvious reasons -- practising black magic has its downsides. If you practise black magic after doing years of research then nothing bad can happen to you, the word ‘bad’ meaning worse than death.
The Montgomery’s were a family of pure love. No hatred. No rejection. Well, that’s what everybody thought at least. Show us what you’re hiding. The neighbours always had complaints about the house, strictly the noises that came from inside the walls. Shouting, screams and scratching were only a few of the examples. The scratches on the walls were heard as if something was trying to claw its way out from between the thin walls. Screams and shouting from everlasting arguments between the siblings and the parents.
Getting sleep was what everyone needed. They were always frightened to shut their eyes for no specified reason. Horrors of the house were to come with the family. The house had a bad experience with ghost sightings, full-body apparitions and spectres. Before it was owned by the Montgomery’s, the house was a prime hot spot for ghost hunters to investigate. Some were driven to madness. Some were driven to reject. Some were driven to love.
Duron Montgomery -- one of the many children of Rosie and Xiao Montgomery, driven to madness and slaughtered his very own sister, Adélie. Nothing really lasts forever. Adélie Montgomery, twin sister of Lena Montgomery, died from being murdered by her brother, Duron Montgomery. Nobody really understood why Duron would do such things to his own kind, afterwards, he was sent away to a mental asylum to help his inner demons.
After the horrific events, the family sort of split apart from the loss of their own. In 2015, a few months after Duron was driven away by his demons, the father Xiao was murdered by their coven leader, Aislinn Bailey. The family were devastated by another loss. They did declare they’d always stick together as one but it was at the back of their heads by now. Rosie was defeated; her husband died, her son sent away to an asylum and one of her daughters was murdered. When will all this be over? Will it never be over? Will the pain always be lodged into their hearts? It felt like a rain-storm was above their heads at every moment of every day. All they wanted was to be a family and something ruined them. It’s all gone wrong. They lost themselves. Where do you go when it’s all over?
The family separated. They all went their separate ways. No longer a family. No longer caring for each other, they were scared that if they cared deeply for each other, they’d just lose them as punishment. Lena and her best friend moved to Karakura which was located in the heart of Japan, getting education together. Lena and Kokoro were the only ones who felt like a true family. Kokoro saved Lena.
Montgomery family tree;
003 —Lena Kio;
wicked games…
❝let’s take a trip down memory lane❞
↳the girl∞
Lena Kio, previously known as Lena Montgomery to some, best friends with Kokoro Kio. ‘Can you teach me to learn how to deal with the hurt?’ is what Lena always asked Kokoro. The two girls were close to one another since birth -- the Kio’s ancestors were in fact in the coven but Kokoro herself was not in the coven as she didn’t want to get herself involved with such things. After the loss of her twin and her father, her mother was aggressive and didn’t know how to cope with the news of her husband’s death right after her daughter’s. Rosie took it out on Lena, being Adélie’s twin meant that she was to keep an eye on her at all times and not let harm go her way. Of course, Lena understood that and wanted to protect her sibling but she failed. Her mother took it out on Lena and called her disgusting and sapphic for being romantically interested in girls. Lena simply said this was another way for her mother to get on at her. Rosie was going to send her away to have conversion therapy. In anger -- never happened, Lena fled with Kokoro to Karakura.
Once she moved into town, she got onto the bobcat swim team and gradually made her way up the ranks to being the captain of the team for a year. When she turned eighteen she decided to leave the swim team for good and try out for the bobcat female team-- she succeeded but left a year later due to becoming nineteen and becoming a part of college. The girl had many loves in sports and decided to try out for the spartan cheer team but then left after nearly being brutally murdered- the team got her into a lot of shit including gangs.... and Komachi.
During her swim-team time, she met a girl named Emiri Bashkimi. She fell deeply for this girl and everybody could tell Emiri was the only one Lena looked for in the world. They were really close- Lena couldn’t bare to think of the two separating. Until one day, it did happen. Emiri did unspeakable things and it caused the two to go different ways. Lena hasn’t properly loved then since. She doesn’t think she will ever love again.
Not long after, Kokoro Kio became captain of the spartan female volleyball team and Lena decided to join her sister. She couldn’t thank her enough for saving her that one time. She loved her more than anything else on this planet.
Being in a coven had many opportunities to offer. Sell your soul to the devil. Worship the horned creature. Become a witch. Have a family. Have a coven. The list could go on and on until there were no more reasons to give. Her past was something she’d never forget -- she will never forget those who loved her deeply. It was becoming that time of her life, the age of twenty-five, where she has a choice-- would she sacrifice herself for the coven?
Every story comes to an end. Her story isn’t finished. She is writing her own story with every option and path she takes in life. However, her story will only end if she decides to take the option of sacrificing herself. Who knows... If you are curious, ask her yourself. No harm done.
004—end
things come alongside you in life…
❝chase your goals❞
↳the witch∞
Life has a huge package alongside your birth. Being born is one of the greatest things the world could ever witness. Our enemies do not defeat us-- it is our fear. The monster’s in our childhood darkest thoughts, you should make those monster’s afraid of you. Leaving things behind you, forgotten, you should never forget who you are. Treat who you are as if you rule the world, you’ll make your real friends. Be resourceful, cunning, determined and ambitious to get your goal. In the end, their greatest weapon is you.
001 — coven lore ;
browse for a hex...
❝ to be reborn, you must sacrifice❞
↳ was it just a myth?∞
Late 1300's
This all started in an old cottage located in the middle of Lyon, France. Kids constantly bickering over the littlest of things, “who ate the last custard tart?”. The household had fit within the cottage’s walls with a tight squeeze, fourteen kids in total - two parents- one dog. A couple of sets of twins, one set of triplets and the rest were born on their own with no other chaotic sibling within the womb for nine months.The kids’ upbringing was very complicated due to the amount of them: it was very hard for the parents to give all their children the same amount of attention as they should be given, you could say some didn’t get what they should’ve. Swoosh! A large amount of rain was descending down from the musky coloured clouds - the family had to stay in until the storm was over. Floods were all around their village, the food stall which was across from their house and over a few little grass hills was damaged, the oak wood had soaked up all the liquid from the sky and became very damp and eventually started moulding over time. Being stuck in a small area with a large number of people was completely overwhelming for everybody in the household, arguments were bound to happen. With everybody stressed from the floods, and the constant thoughts of “when will this end?”, “will our house be flooded?”. The parents had to reassure the children on a daily basis, it was evident they were growing rather stressed from the weather outcome that week. The household was beginning to grow poor from the house lockdown within their village, no one had gone to work. No one to pay for food nor the bills. Of course, the children had no idea what was going on, they weren’t even told. Everything was sunshine and rainbows.
The dark and miserable clouds that were once roaming the skies were now gone - despite it hanging around for a long few days. A few of the kids had started feeling like they had no motivation for anything, the motivation to do something other than sleep all day in a cramped room full of tiny beds. The kids had started developing depressive symptoms - the parents of course loved them but thought they were putting on a show and didn’t show them the care they needed for how they felt deep inside. From the long wait because of the devastating storm, the parents now were out of the house and both had started working hard to earn their household money to pay for food and the bills. Four of the siblings were playing hide and seek when the sun was beaming through the windows, an orange sort of colour was in the sky. After an hour of constant bickering over who found who first, they grew tired. BOOM! A loud crash was echoing through the thin walls of the cottage, a book. A dusty old book had fallen from the bookshelf which was high up on a wall next to their father’s study room. In a small house, full of kids, it was shocking to have a spare room for studies. The book was titled, “BLACK MAGIC”. Rather odd, why is it just laying there? It was as if something made one of the children fall over and knock the book from the shelf, was it just a coincidence? Horror shook over the kids’ faces, a bone tickling shiver travelled up their spines. There was no need to be scared right? The kid had fallen over and a book fell from a shelf? What is so scary about that? Obviously frightened from what had happened, they went back into their room and sat on the beds: silence. After thirty minutes of dead silence, however, it had felt like it was a couple of hours despite the situation that had occurred. The tension was cut by a knife, the sound of their parent's footsteps. No one spoke about this event until a couple of days later.
Flickering on and off was all the lights did. Perhaps the electricity was bad? For many weeks the household had been witnessing some odd behaviour within the home, everyone had experienced at least something - they all had something to tell. Constant crying from the younger children, claiming that they had nightmares every fortnight. The older siblings who were in their late teens had just laughed it off and didn’t think anything of it afterwards. Was all of this a joke to them? However, after a long day of boring silence: footsteps were heard from outside their bedroom door. Nobody was home except for the children as the parents had to go to work and around two of the older children to help pay off some extra bills. Sleep was a horrid experience for the household, nobody could tell who was walking throughout their house - the thing was that they’d always check for the imposter who was lurking in their home but found nothing in the end. Not a single soul. No proof to say somebody was here. All these weird things were happening ever since the book was knocked off of the shelf, but obviously, this wasn’t the reason. It’s a dumb old book. The next day everybody was now confused even including the non-believers, this day was full of arguments, the father had claimed that his ‘special book’ was missing. The kids who were involved with the hide and seek game completely forgot about the book until the dad had just mentioned it there and then. He had claimed that his book was not on his shelf where he normally keeps it, so somebody or something had stolen it. The mother had no idea what book her husband was on about in the first place, “why are you so worked up over something that has dusty paper in it?” was what the mother had said to her beloved partner, the father sighed and thought maybe he is going crazy or simply somebody is playing tricks on him. The father did tend to sleepwalk so perhaps he picked it up and dropped it somewhere? Who knows.
A few months later
Héloïse Badeaux was the eldest sibling and she had finally reached the age of nineteen years old. She was a massive fan of art and loved to paint on a regular basis: paint she used from berries (she always wandered off into the night to gather them in nearby woods) since the paint was not around in those times. Every time when she had gotten asked “what do you want to be in the future, Badeaux?” she’d always answer with “something on the lines of doing art, miss”. No one could rip her away from doing what she had loved doing. Out of pure curiosity, her mind galloped to the book she and her siblings had found during a game of hiding and seek. The book's whereabouts were unknown still until that day when she went hunting for it, it was magically there on his shelf like nothing ever happened to it. Why would her mind randomly just wander back to the book she had found ages ago when nobody even remembered the incident? Of course, if you asked them about it they’d simply shrug it off and would not speak about it, it was like a traumatic experience over some dusty old brown-leathered book that they had found. What if it was all a misunderstanding? In the middle of the night, she had tip-toed over to the book's last-known location. A cold shiver ran up her spine as she set her eyes upon it - she hasn’t seen it since the last time they had played hide and seek. Héloïse had been up all night reading the book, she was so interested and drawn to the pages - the loud snores of her sleeping siblings didn’t distract her at all as if she was in a trance when reading the book. She was so immersed that she didn’t even notice that the sun was now coming up, gazing through the gaps in the window. What was a book titled “BLACK MAGIC” doing there in their house? Who did it belong to and why?
Snowflakes resting against the stone pavement and the grassy hills that surrounded the village. Winter was finally here this year and the festive looks on peoples jolly grins. Laughing and yattering was heard from peoples mouths as they sat around a tree they put in the middle of the room, decorating it until it looked fantastic. All of their faces brightened up in joy as they were outside, the snow falling down was an incredible sight for them to watch seeing as it rarely snows on Christmas. It seemed like everybody wished for a white Christmas - it all was too good to be real. Rosy cheeks and a little red nose were on their faces, they held close to one another to keep themselves warm within the colder temperature. Héloïse had walked back to the room they all slept in, and found the book was no longer laying on her bed. Did somebody take it? Did it just magically vanish? Something had caught her eye, her younger brother was fiddling through the old fragile pages as he was carefully skimming through them - he was way too young to even read. She shouted at her younger brother and snatched it away from him in a hurry, she didn’t want her brother to get involved with such things - Héloïse didn’t even know what it was all about, she didn’t even get past a quarter of it since there were many pages to read.
Constantly flicking through the pages when she was alone in the bedroom, she always made sure no one was around to see her reading the book that gave most of the kid's trauma. Her father had noticed that his book was still missing but he didn’t dare to go looking for it as if he was scared of it anyways. Why would you be afraid of some piece of leather with fragile old pages? It was as if he was hiding a massive secret. He just thought mauve he had just lost the book, it’ll be all better if the book was burnt to ashes. Just as the Badeaux family were coming closer together as one, something clicked; the father’s face went crimson from anger, shaking his daughter’s shoulders violently. The father figured out that his eldest daughter had the book all along - the book was no good news, the father claimed that the book had brainwashed the eldest Badeaux child. The thing was that she had been secretly telling some of the older siblings about it and they were immersed by it as well just as much as Héloïse was. It was an obsession, a bad obsession to have. The ones Héloïse told were constantly bringing up the book and saying how cool it was and that they should totally try the ‘spells’ and ‘rituals’ they had seen in the book. The parents did not take it too well and that is why they banished the eldest, leaving her with no roof above her head and no food. The following siblings who had sided with their older sister had followed her path out. It sure is nice to be around family for the holidays, huh.
No communications to their parents were for the best in their opinions - the mother was not impressed by her husband. Héloïse Badeaux and the siblings surrounding her were brainwashed to the core and had no proof of coming back to reality. Their old selves were long gone, nothing more than soulless beings. All they thought of their parents was that they were nothing more than parasites. The eldest made sure her siblings had read the book, of course, it was totally important to make sure they understood it before entering something dangerous and wicked. The father treated the siblings who left as if they were irredeemable pieces of trash - they were most likely going to prove them wrong and become the ‘better’ version of themselves. Black magic is malicious, opposite to white magic - as if somebody was leading them to the greatest. All were blind from the knowledge and so-called ‘power’ you’d get from doing these ‘great’ things. All of them were becoming selfish and in reality, none of them cared for one another now, they only cared about the magic. It was now or never, pick your side.
Very early 1400's
Arguments splattered across the dinner table, after years of focusing on their black magic they decided to call themselves a coven - but a coven always needs a leader. You could sense the tension in the damp lodge, trees rustling against one another as the wind picked up in the early hours of the morning. The moon shining and looking down at those who were arguing over some dumb coven, wolves howling up at the moon and many creatures were running through the dark forest to catch their prey and bring it back to their families to eat. Something the Badeaux siblings didn’t have; love and family. Two of the siblings had got up from the table and stormed off into the night and was never to be seen again - as if they fell off the edge of the earth. At least some of them had warm hearts. Studying this magic took a lot of effort but they all thought it was worth it because they wanted to come forwards together as one and get more power from each other’s blood. Was the parents’ decision a good idea to let their kids go? Or a bad idea? They had no idea if their parents had passed away or not, they lost all connection towards them since they had left in the late 1300s. You can’t undo the past but instead, focus on the future.
Sleep all day, up all night. The main key to their lives now was to focus on the coven and lead it to greatness - they didn’t even think of themselves as a family anymore. It’s like, heads you pick the coven and tails you pick the family. They believe that if they led their coven to greatness, they’d be known as the best witches in history. Of course, they still didn’t decide on the leader, but it was not possible if they kept arguing and potentially losing them over it. They all showed great determination and confidence, but none actually showed that they’d be worthy enough to lead the coven. Héloïse realised that the only way to make the coven the best coven in history, the best of all, was to take a break and not overwhelm yourself. She decided to find love. Yet she kept praying that her siblings back at the little lodge in the middle of nowhere stopped arguing so they didn’t risk losing any more. Back when she was a little girl, she and her parents got along very well and always spent time with each other. In fact, just because Héloïse had left home with her siblings and knows her parents’ weak sports, she wanted to make them feel like they should regret sending their kids away, manipulation was always good on her behalf.
Back when the book was first found by the children playing hide and seek within the small walls of their house, it was always a great mystery as to why the father had it in the first place. Nobody could enter the father’s mind to find out the exact reason why. The children gathered that the book had a feature that made people drawn into it -- there was no doubt that the father felt drawn to it but was frightened to let his children get their hands on it. Why keep it on a shelf where the kids could easily see? Who knows.
Wind gliding through Héloïse's black coloured locks was refreshing, the sun was up high in the sky and beaming down upon the grass around the forest. Colourful flowers splattered across the fields, mysterious mushrooms on the floor at the bottom of trees - swinging the basket in her hands as she picked up berries, let’s not forget she loved doing the painting. Painting is a metaphor for control. Art told her that vision could be achieved with the sheer force of will. Skipping through the long grass, a smile plastered on her face. Life was perfect. The bright periwinkle skies, birds flying through as their feathered wings gliding through the air smoothly. She was very fond of nature and wildlife - a young fuzzy bee on the edge of her fingertips, birds tweeting and singing as the yellow bright ball of light floating in the middle of the sky. In the distance a family of deers were frolicking through the forest, the reflections of the river were amazing. Blue and orange butterflies flying around, having the time of their lives. SNAP! A twig behind her cracked and crunched by the force of somebody’s foot. Heart beating very fast as heat rises to her rosy cheeks. It felt as if her heart had stopped beating, everything around her had stopped. A young boy, possibly in the age range of mid-twenties, smiled upon the female in front of him, placing a daisy in her basket and he walked away as she never let her eyes leave him. Inhaling and exhaling deeply and looking down at the daisy; bright pink cheeks and she looked back to the boy who was fading by the distance between them that was growing each time he walked.
After many chats that were mostly filled with aggressive anger, they all decided to lead the coven instead of having one person lead it. All of them gave them power as a group and let them lead the coven to greatness, just like they promised. As a celebration they decided to have a small turkey dinner, coated with herbs and spices; roast potatoes and cauliflower on the side, turkey gravy and many carrots to go with - anything you can think of in a turkey dinner, is what they had on their plates - it was a dream come true. It’s simply your imagination. It was that time of the year again, the festive season had begun. Singing carols outside, warming everybody’s hearts up at Christmas time. Sounds of joy from everybody’s lips as they dug into their Christmas dinner, a Christmas pudding in the middle of the table which was lit on fire with a dash of alcohol, purple-blue flames admitting from the sponge. The smell of scented candles and apple spice throughout the cottage, going up everyone’s noses. The food tantalizes their taste buds, warm thick pudding going down their throats. Snow outside hitting the windows, kids outside building snowmen with their friends. Many snow angels on the floor as kids laughed with each of their friends. A wonky carrot for the snowman, acorns for the buttons and old twigs for the arms. They called him frosty.
Odd cries erupted from one of the Badeaux siblings’ throats, Christopher Badeaux. Salty tears escaping his eyes, wetting his eyelashes. Christopher missed his family deeply, however, he missed the ones back at home. He wished he had just kept with his parents and the rest of his siblings back at home, the black magic overwhelmed him to breaking point and it caused him to think differently from the others. He wasn’t going to just give up. He wanted to find his family and potentially his parents who were either dead or alive. Of course, Mr Badeaux cared for the coven and wished the best for it, but he believed family comes before the coven. For the rest, coven > family. It was rather strange to say that you prefer the coven and all the black magic than your family, kind of horrible to think about -- the mother gave birth to them and they acted as if they didn’t care a single bit. Christopher was grateful; always was and will be. The rest of his siblings who were with him didn’t seem that way at all - if only he stayed with his loved ones other than these sick freaks he calls family.
Laughter echoed through the forest which surrounded the cottage in the middle of nowhere, Héloïse was crying from the laughter. Skipping through the forest, hunting for an animal or a human to sacrifice for their first-ever ritual as one. The first ritual within the coven is so important, it shows your loyalty towards your coven and the magic it possesses. You had to do the ritual correct otherwise bad entities may attach themselves. You wouldn’t even want to think about what would happen if you messed up the first ritual while handling black magic - this type of magic is not to deal with, yet the rebels did not have a single care in the world - handling it carefully. Doing witchcraft in general is a dangerous path to go in life, you do not know what you’re messing with unless you researched it up a lot and has practised many times before diving into something deep such as a ritual within a coven. Black magic was not a game, or a toy to mess around with. They needed the blood to complete and start their ritual they were planning, drops of blood shows who you are sacrificing and what you are planning to do with it.
Family is for the weak. The rest of the coven found out what Christopher was doing, he was trying to contact his family back home. The Badeaux’s were furious, outraged and most certainly wasn’t going to give this up. They banished him away and kicked him out of the coven for good, what a disgrace. You see, if you’re going to be in an all-so-powerful coven you need to say coven before family; their quote was “Family is for the weak, coven becomes before family”. They did love each other deeply deep down, but not as much they loved the coven. Once before they did love each other more than anything in the world, this was before they were introduced to the whole idea of black magic in the first place and starting a coven within their little family group. Ever since they had been banished, they were brainwashed but clearly, Christopher was not severely brainwashed as much as the others. He constantly cries himself to sleep. He messed up. Big time.
A noise awoke Héloïse up from her dream, sweat dripping down her forehead. Blood was trickling down the wooden walls, splattered everywhere. A dead mouse. The rest of the Badeaux siblings had drained the corpse’s blood and used it for their benefits. For everybody outside of the coven it was truly horrifying and many people were confused. Spilling blood to show your willingness? Pft, pathetic. In the hands of the coven, it was everything but a game; no lies, no cowardness to be shown. There are many differences between human and animal blood - human blood is for a certain collection of rituals that they had learnt but never tried; animal, on the other hand, was completely different. It was said to believe that the horned creature looked upon the ‘chosen’ ones and placed his palm on their foreheads in honour of the sacrifice. Drops of blood on their foreheads signal his presence and show that they have a full connection to their almighty deity, satan. Who would’ve thought believing in Satan to the fullest that he becomes your loyal deity? People associate him with every meaning within the words of ‘evil or ‘supernatural’. In this case, it wasn’t supernatural, it was simply just a strong belief that took a lot of things south. With all of this history, nothing was supernatural at all. The coven did believe in the supernatural, but the coven itself was not supernatural at all. Their magic was not like Harry Potter and his wooden wand or stuff like witchy-woo in every shape or form. Nobody really knew what black magic was real. With the beliefs of the horned creature, in this case, it’s a strong connection that they feel just like one of the many religions in the world, Christians, they believe that God created heaven and the whole universe - the coven only believes satan is the god in their eyes.
Mid 1400's
Despite the older siblings appearance and their wrinkly insides of old age; the Badeaux’s were still alive and kicking. France was a big place, full of people to sacrifice and get ahold of to control and manipulate their emotions. A flashback to Christopher - the banished member of the coven, and unfortunately the family itself. The rest of the remaining family never banished him, it was a lie. See how easy it is to lie through words? Locked him up in metal rusty chains in a large sewer full of mould and disgusting creatures that lurk within the tunnel; kept there to starve and die a brutal death. This is a reminder to not go against your covens beliefs. Christopher was at the littlest of their concerns and they didn’t care for him when he had passed, as bad as it sounds to one's ear. The coven was expanding at a large rate and many people were recruited into the large group of black magic lovers, the more people in a group, the more and better the end result will become. Imagine having all the power in the world and nobody can cross you because you all look intimidating? They didn’t want power like the noseless man from Harry Potter also known as Tom Riddle. The Badeaux siblings loved mind games and wouldn’t care less if their loved ones starve to death, bones coming out of their bodies as a punishment. God bless the coven.
The greatest story is love, not power; one will die, the weaker one dies. Even though the Badeaux siblings didn’t feel love or remorse for their actions unlike Christopher, deep down they must’ve felt something deep within - looks like nobody will know the end. The fact that Christopher was brutally murdered by his own coven and family, does show that love was weak? He loved, he felt remorse; final result, death. Weaker one dies right? You either live with the fact that your coven doesn’t care about you and kill you in the middle of nowhere, or you don’t join the coven at all. Life-changing experiences are all done by facing your darkest fears and controlling your body to know what is best for you - they are all options, you end up picking one and everything could go down hill for you. The family didn’t care about manipulating people into believing the coven is great and is for good causes, they just cared about the numbers in the coven to make them stronger. It’s like an Alpha with no pack, isn’t it? One could say that quite familiar, you are stronger, together.
What if somebody you desired dearly gave you a gift of saying you did a good job? How’d you feel? Proud? Obsessing with the thing you were doing that got you praised? A razor-sharp blade was found underneath the floorboards in the house they had stayed in for all these years ever since they left their parents and the rest of their dumb family, kept completely hidden until they had found it. Something was screaming at them to go and look for it, an urge or desire to do so. Do you know that feeling inside that is always filling up and always on the urge of popping? That gut feeling you have when you think of something or wanting something to happen, it happens - was it a signal from the deity? Why would they randomly find a sharp object underneath the floorboards and have horrible gut feelings to check? Could’ve been a total coincidence, but they were not fooled. It was a blessing from the horned creature himself. Probably seeming silly to whoever is out there; the thing is, when you’re so obsessed with magic that you don’t know how to handle it properly, weird things can happen to you and can possess the living. Their good doings, getting rid of the unfaithful people and doing rituals to sense the presence of himself, were good doings. Imagine getting a gold star when you were around five years old, it showed you did something good. They did do something good: leading the coven to greatness.
Out of the lasting Badeaux siblings, one had a spine-tickling nightmare; the horned creature who goes by the name of satan. The nightmare seemed like a harsh reality; painfully piercing through the mind of the long lost Badeaux. A historical quote from the unsaid victim claimed “It was as if he was reaching out to me”. Satan was the monster that monsters’ were afraid of, it had the power to make them afraid. The narrow and trenchant blade lurking through the foggy shadows, deep in their lost mind; beneath the groaning floorboards of the lonely cottage, desolate in the middle of the swaying trees in the hair-raising forest. “Sacrifice” was whispered by a groggy voice in their unconscious mind via the nightmare, to be reborn, do you have faith?
Drawn from the fallen victims, sacrifice was bound to happen to lurk the deity through their veins. Any sign from the deity was a signal to lead the coven to greatness, those who were sacrificed never stood up to the beast's spirits. Restoring power, their “so-called magic” was accomplished by dragging the rusty weapon across the delicate human skin; bloodshed showered complete faith and royalness to the horned creature. Within this coven, crimson liquid oozing out of someone’s or something’s walls meant a whole great deal to mean every word you say, simply a test of being devoted towards his soul.
Late 1400's
The youngest Badeaux was the only one standing on the coven throne; other family member’s had sadly passed from old age or diseases. Earth soil smothering their cold, heartless leftovers in the heart of Lyon. It surely was a perplexing journey for the rest of the last standing Badeaux siblings and the rest of the coven who devoted their entire life to this group. Old memories of being kicked out of their childhood home were nothing more than a grain of salt on how much they cared about the incident. The deceased Badeaux siblings did have children but were not the originals who had founded this whole coven together as one.
Monster of her cage; darkness fractures and overwhelms, Griselda Badeaux. The whole point of being an original Badeaux was that you had complete power over the coven, anything was appropriate for the members. Declaring from her unholy tone of speech, all females within the coven group were to give birth before the age of thirty, the deadline was thirty, no matter what. Perhaps this was a dense and brainless rule for the coven despite the gruesome rituals that float through. Expanding the coven even further was the correct reason for Griselda’s speech.
Moonlight from the full moon was lurking from above the Earth’s atmosphere, eyes daggering onto the newborn babies who were placed upon the chloroplast grass. When the moon was in the full-moon phase, it was at its highest quality and had its perks. Any extraction from somebody’s layers of skin was perfect for this ritual, a single thumbprint of the metallic substance placed upon the newborn’s delicate forehead. A droplet of crimson must be weird for others outside of the coven who believed greatly for their horned deity, this showed faith for the baby to be introduced to the covens walls. They welcomed the newborns with open arms.
Bit out of the ordinary; twins who were born from the tradition of females having babies before the deadline of thirty years old were said to be a disgraceful curse from the holy spirit. Griselda once said, “a single child shall come out of your womb at a time, twins should have been absorbed each other in the womb. They are nothing more than abominations”. Something that was obvious was that twins’ were not welcomed within the coven with open arms, the children were in a hierarchy. Evidently, the rest of the group was selfish, keeping the ‘abominations’ in the coven yet claiming them to be nothing more than irredeemable pieces of trash. The only thing that had mattered was the number in the coven and they didn’t care who the person was. If they despised them so much then why are they still in the coven?
Mayhem and chaos. Griselda used the coven for her petty ambitions and no longer cared if she didn’t lead the coven to greatness, unlike she seemed like the best Badeaux sibling for caring about something other than a group of useless people. Screaming for mercy, bone-cracking and banished in a damp cold prison underground for unfaithfulness and rule-breaking from many people who said Griselda was not their Queen. In her cold eyes, she was their Queen. Killing people to cover her tracks, she was a Badeaux and it showed. She did what she had to do to not break the coven apart.
Mid 1500's
No original coven founders were left standing anymore to rule. The children who were made by the originals were still in the coven, Griselda shortly passed after declaring twins’ are abominations. The history of the Badeaux family goes way past the tenth century. Enemies made and went, children were not born in a happy life to know their family. Anne Badeaux was one of the children of Héloïse, all Anne could think was “I saw a scary monster who looked like my mother, who taught me how to mix paint. She even called me princess”. Anne didn’t want to live like this, surrounded by a bunch of psychotic nutjobs who worshipped a horned creature.
Being brought up into a coven took a massive toll on the kids’ and teenagers. Were the children of the founders strong enough to rule the almighty coven? The great evil. Meet your maker, Badeaux’s. Deciding a ritual stop the constant bickering, bullying and emotional neglect all over giving birth to twins were in order. No mountain was ever endless, some are just steeper than others; redemption to show that twins’ were not abominations all you had to do was the end of always and forever. Whoever the twins were, they couldn’t complete the tradition to have kids’ before the age of thirty because they had to complete another ritual, to fight off their inner demons who had control over them.
The end of always and forever was to end by the age of twenty-five; wrong to the dead and never mourned. All they had to do was sacrifice themselves to show that they were not abominations unlike Griselda’s words, this was their say and to remind them that family is power. The family was above all. Twins were natural, you couldn’t help whether you gave birth to more than one child at a time. Mother Nature was practically a family itself, giving birth to multiple children at once is something you couldn’t just wiggle out of.
Twins had to do this, either way, none of the twins within the coven lived past the age of thirty. Many tried to avoid the ritual but ended up being brutally slaughtered by their own coven who couldn’t care less about their death. They were too young to have that type of blood on their hands, twins were therefore banished from the community. Was this the new beginning for the coven to become more like a family? Were they finally learning that family was above all? Think back to the childrens’ laughter with their family, happy and completely unaware that they’d die at a young age in an empty desolate land of nothing.
Late 1600's
The Badeaux family tree was getting larger at a quicker rate than before; original Badeaux’s were now formerly known as ‘The Ancestors. The Ancestors led the coven to greatness and created such things, they are the reason the people are here right now. The coven was now located in America, Massachusetts; needing more and more members in the coven to serve its purpose of becoming what it is today. “All witches who have dark souls lurking within, must be executed”, people believed good witches do not hurt good witches, bad witches hurt good witches, therefore they shall be punished. The term of black magic to the public was to invoke the evil spirits, demons, hexing and cursing your neighbours. The innocent public believed that the witches who possess dark magic were there to destroy and curse the living, causing a bad image upon the witches and everybody believed witches were all the same.
Demons and evil spirits are an accepted part of black magic; once vision could be achieved, destruction was bound to occur. The opposite of black magic, white magic, supposedly utilised for good reasons and unselfish purposes; we are told that black magic is only used for ‘evil’ doings and selfish purposes. Believing in the horned creature was not a part of the white magic religion. They either willingly become a part of black magic religion, or the devil will make a killer out of you; it just doesn’t want to control people, it wants perfection. It may have lost its eyes, but it’s not always blind.
The definition of Salem witch trials: “were a series of hearings and prosecutions of people accused of witchcraft in colonial Massachusetts between February 1692 and May 1693. More than two hundred people were accused”. The whole reason the coven came to this stupid city in the first place was that they wanted power, wanting a seat at the table, a hell of an army. The trial was the deadliest witch hunt in history within North America; executed and hung from a young girl claiming to be possessed by the devil and accusing several witches of being involved with witchcraft. Playing the devils games only gave you to be manipulated into believing deeply, this was their fight and they were not ready to give up to the normal. Killing people to cover up their tracks, back then witchcraft was seen as the devils doings. A selection of witches who practised witchcraft, executed and brutally hung at the eyes of the public, roaring with laughter and finally being at peace. The Salem witch trials were a big bullet point for the coven, they were on the run from the executioners, multiple people were murdered while the rest of the coven fled the scene.
Right now, our ancestor’s do not have peace; living in a horrible nightmare. The coven came together back in France to where the coven was founded, a harvest moon shining down, the ashes of the original Badeaux siblings were locked away in jars so that they were always with them. Desperate to see the wonderful eyes, the ones who died over the hundred of years. The threat was breaking the coven apart, the Salem witch trials back in Massachusetts, the only time in the covens life was when they feared the worst. This is why they set their souls free, they deserved to see the appropriate afterlife that they wanted to go before they were influenced by the black magic. The Badeaux souls are now free’ this was the point in the coven where they told themselves, “Family above all”. You may not choose your family, that bond is the greatest strength you may ever come across. You only have a limited time with your family -- make the best out of it.
Mid 1700's
The Ancestor’s watched over those who were in the ménage, a great smile upon their glorious faces. Black crows signalled death to those outside the coven; within the coven, they’d signal The Ancestor’s coming to visit from their graves to the spiritual world. The Ancestors were a major part of the coven, they deserved the greatest in life. The 1700s was the covens’ prime time in recruiting other witches across the globe; more people, more deaths would be prominent. After the traumatic experience of the Salem witch trials, the group kept together tight as penguins, they are now a family themselves. Safe and secure.
Declaring once your deathbed, you will end it yourself. Once you are in that state of mind, vulnerable, in a place of dark and misery, God will take you in his arms beside his angels. This was the biggest rivalry to mankind; God and Satan. They had their opposites. Heaven was a place of peace, somewhere to be safe. The coven didn’t want this to happen, they would want you to be reborn then be stuck in a white magic place forever and ever. The sacrifice on your deathbed was called “To Be Reborn”, it was once said that once you end yourself, you will be immediately reborn. Of course, none had proof of this actually happening, it was simply a manifestation. A myth.
Are you ready to become a part of the coven? You were born ready. In the blood of the coven, another family generation was becoming alive from the embrace of the dragon. The Petrova family; a swan that dives into oblivion, darkness and a hell dimension. Three sisters, also known as the ‘Evil Trio’. So dramatic. They were an important legend in the 1700s, the dark lord’s lair in the haunted forest, Lyon. Cave times’ markings all over the rocks on the walls, a goat with humongous horns covered in the blood of his enemies. Back then in the olden days, carving symbols into the stone was a sense of relief and power.
In Lyon, the fallen remains of the original founders of the ménage lay beneath earth soil; the coven can’t abandon the group or the magic they possess, otherwise, they will be abandoning their legacy. This coven was one of the many covens in the country, not many people tampered with witchcraft at this day of age, especially with black magic. The covens waged war on each other and on themselves, and illness and catastrophes hit the city because of the witches’ conflict. The rebel witches were to be banished alongside their fallen friends, no one should anger and become problematic with the devil’s work.
Late 1900's
The blood moon ripe and high up in the sky, between the dark, spiritual clouds. What is the spiritual meaning of the blood moon, you ask? A blood moon was a sign of an upcoming apocalypse. The blood moon prophecies are a series of prophecies in the Bible preached by Christian preachers. John Hagee and Mark Blitz. A babies’ first cry, a scream erupting in the newborns’ freshly made vocal cords. The mother of the child was a fellow female witch within the coven and had just completed the first ritual to give birth before the age of thirty. A bloodied thumbprint was marked onto the skull of the newborn, the horned creature, Satan, was present to watch the new recruit. Both of the parents’ decided on naming the new baby boy, Varian Hashirama.
Two families in the coven were close together to one another, Hashirama’s and Montgomery’s. The Montgomery family was firstly named the Petrova’s. A female from the Montgomery family was previously named Rosie Petrova until she got married to a boy she had met called Xiao Montgomery. The Petrova / Montgomery family descent was rather noticeable into the coven; joining and doing the devils’ biddings not long after the Salem witch trials. Rosie Montgomery loved her many children, she wanted to live forever with them to watch them grow. A children tune she sang to her children was something that goes back to the first of the Petrova’s. Family only gave her pain, turning her heart into stone, wanting to crush her emotions in chains.
A devil is the personification of evil as it is conceived in various cultures and religious traditions. It is seen as the objectification of a hostile and destructive force. It is portrayed as having horns on its head, and without horns, and so on. Let your imagination run wild off into the shadows that lurk when one is not looking.
A poor family grew up alongside outside the coven as the Montgomery’s influenced the family to join the rest of the coven. The perks of being in a coven are to have many friends, welcomed to witchcraft and a bigger family. Once the coven did not believe in the family but after the Salem witch trials and losing many witches from that disgraceful horrific event, they decided to become one as a family and look out for others. The twins were welcomed into the coven but still had to complete the ritual; they understood that the ritual was for a good cause to show loyalty to the Badeaux’s. The family that was now welcomed into the coven were called the Kio’s. Aimi Kio married a young man named Daichi Kio and had kids shortly after their marriage. Most members of the coven attended the wedding to show respect and be there as a family. In the early 2000s, two little girls were born, Kokoro Kio and Lena Montgomery. The two girls always braided each other's hair, doing each other’s makeup with cheap little kits you’d find in a store, playing dolls and dress up games on a daily basis.
Xiao Montgomery had died in 2015 after being murdered by the current coven leader. The coven leader was called Aislinn Bailey. Aislinn killed Xiao after finding out he broke one of the coven’s rules. No one knows what the rule was but apparently, it was worth dying for. Aislinn stole the coven and made new rules regarding the twins -- they had a choice. Miss Bailey stamped the ‘B’ everywhere, it doesn’t stand for Bailey it stands for Badeaux.
Present time
In the present time of 2021, the coven is still a thing located in France. Some of the members in the coven had moved to different countries but around four times a year they visit back to France and stay there for around a week to not break apart from the great distances.
Not every story has an ending but they always have a beginning. Always and forever isn’t something you can just weasel out of, but continue to do right by their name -- as a Badeaux. Nobody should have to go through all of this trauma and overwhelming rules at a young age. What if the children didn’t want to grow up and be a part of the coven? They practically had no choice. Some stories are best being left in the past, focusing on the future and present is the only main key to success. Lead yourself to greatness. The greatest story is love.
002 — Montgomery's;
sticking together as one...
❝ spine-tickling truths of Montgomery’s❞
↳the house∞
A house was full of secrets. A house was full of mystery. What could possibly go wrong? Everything could go wrong. How would it go wrong? The floorboards creaked with every step that was taken. The house was somewhere where kids would always wait all year for a trick or treat or even at Christmas time to look at the amazing decorations. Of course, despite the creepy vibes, it was always a loving household. Bad spirits were spiritually attached to the house for many obvious reasons -- practising black magic has its downsides. If you practise black magic after doing years of research then nothing bad can happen to you, the word ‘bad’ meaning worse than death.
The Montgomery’s were a family of pure love. No hatred. No rejection. Well, that’s what everybody thought at least. Show us what you’re hiding. The neighbours always had complaints about the house, strictly the noises that came from inside the walls. Shouting, screams and scratching were only a few of the examples. The scratches on the walls were heard as if something was trying to claw its way out from between the thin walls. Screams and shouting from everlasting arguments between the siblings and the parents.
Getting sleep was what everyone needed. They were always frightened to shut their eyes for no specified reason. Horrors of the house were to come with the family. The house had a bad experience with ghost sightings, full-body apparitions and spectres. Before it was owned by the Montgomery’s, the house was a prime hot spot for ghost hunters to investigate. Some were driven to madness. Some were driven to reject. Some were driven to love.
Duron Montgomery -- one of the many children of Rosie and Xiao Montgomery, driven to madness and slaughtered his very own sister, Adélie. Nothing really lasts forever. Adélie Montgomery, twin sister of Lena Montgomery, died from being murdered by her brother, Duron Montgomery. Nobody really understood why Duron would do such things to his own kind, afterwards, he was sent away to a mental asylum to help his inner demons.
After the horrific events, the family sort of split apart from the loss of their own. In 2015, a few months after Duron was driven away by his demons, the father Xiao was murdered by their coven leader, Aislinn Bailey. The family were devastated by another loss. They did declare they’d always stick together as one but it was at the back of their heads by now. Rosie was defeated; her husband died, her son sent away to an asylum and one of her daughters was murdered. When will all this be over? Will it never be over? Will the pain always be lodged into their hearts? It felt like a rain-storm was above their heads at every moment of every day. All they wanted was to be a family and something ruined them. It’s all gone wrong. They lost themselves. Where do you go when it’s all over?
The family separated. They all went their separate ways. No longer a family. No longer caring for each other, they were scared that if they cared deeply for each other, they’d just lose them as punishment. Lena and her best friend moved to Karakura which was located in the heart of Japan, getting education together. Lena and Kokoro were the only ones who felt like a true family. Kokoro saved Lena.
Montgomery family tree;
003 —Lena Kio;
wicked games…
❝let’s take a trip down memory lane❞
↳the girl∞
Lena Kio, previously known as Lena Montgomery to some, best friends with Kokoro Kio. ‘Can you teach me to learn how to deal with the hurt?’ is what Lena always asked Kokoro. The two girls were close to one another since birth -- the Kio’s ancestors were in fact in the coven but Kokoro herself was not in the coven as she didn’t want to get herself involved with such things. After the loss of her twin and her father, her mother was aggressive and didn’t know how to cope with the news of her husband’s death right after her daughter’s. Rosie took it out on Lena, being Adélie’s twin meant that she was to keep an eye on her at all times and not let harm go her way. Of course, Lena understood that and wanted to protect her sibling but she failed. Her mother took it out on Lena and called her disgusting and sapphic for being romantically interested in girls. Lena simply said this was another way for her mother to get on at her. Rosie was going to send her away to have conversion therapy. In anger -- never happened, Lena fled with Kokoro to Karakura.
Once she moved into town, she got onto the bobcat swim team and gradually made her way up the ranks to being the captain of the team for a year. When she turned eighteen she decided to leave the swim team for good and try out for the bobcat female team-- she succeeded but left a year later due to becoming nineteen and becoming a part of college. The girl had many loves in sports and decided to try out for the spartan cheer team but then left after nearly being brutally murdered- the team got her into a lot of shit including gangs.... and Komachi.
During her swim-team time, she met a girl named Emiri Bashkimi. She fell deeply for this girl and everybody could tell Emiri was the only one Lena looked for in the world. They were really close- Lena couldn’t bare to think of the two separating. Until one day, it did happen. Emiri did unspeakable things and it caused the two to go different ways. Lena hasn’t properly loved then since. She doesn’t think she will ever love again.
Not long after, Kokoro Kio became captain of the spartan female volleyball team and Lena decided to join her sister. She couldn’t thank her enough for saving her that one time. She loved her more than anything else on this planet.
Being in a coven had many opportunities to offer. Sell your soul to the devil. Worship the horned creature. Become a witch. Have a family. Have a coven. The list could go on and on until there were no more reasons to give. Her past was something she’d never forget -- she will never forget those who loved her deeply. It was becoming that time of her life, the age of twenty-five, where she has a choice-- would she sacrifice herself for the coven?
Every story comes to an end. Her story isn’t finished. She is writing her own story with every option and path she takes in life. However, her story will only end if she decides to take the option of sacrificing herself. Who knows... If you are curious, ask her yourself. No harm done.
004—end
things come alongside you in life…
❝chase your goals❞
↳the witch∞
Life has a huge package alongside your birth. Being born is one of the greatest things the world could ever witness. Our enemies do not defeat us-- it is our fear. The monster’s in our childhood darkest thoughts, you should make those monster’s afraid of you. Leaving things behind you, forgotten, you should never forget who you are. Treat who you are as if you rule the world, you’ll make your real friends. Be resourceful, cunning, determined and ambitious to get your goal. In the end, their greatest weapon is you.
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