Chapter 1019: The Power of Money!
Sohow, splitting up had beco the the of not just Abaddon’s mission, but his children’s as well.
Once Mateo obtained the locations of the witch covens specializing in dealing fae items, their group split up to search more efficiently.
Aubrey and Sabine went to France.
Mateo and Adeline went to Russia.
Leaving Nubia and Courtney still in the states, but making their way to Massachusetts.
After the Salem witch trials, most witches in the United States avoided the entire state like the plague.
However, there are, of course, those who won’t let a little history of paranoia, prejudice, and mass murder stop them from achieving what they desire.
The fact is, Salem is quite the hotbed for magical power. It’s one of the three cities in the United States with the densest amount of magic in the Earth.
Witches only started coming back to Salem around forty years ago. But those that ca back weren’t exactly upstanding citizens—just witches who had been run out of everywhere else for one reason or another.
They were the first to discover the dense, dark energy that perated the ground.
Burial sites for witches are like dark prayer grounds for gods.
Just as deities can absorb power from the number of prayers committed in an area, witches can do so from the deaths of their colleagues.
The only reason this is seen as a dark practice is that the won murdered in Salem were improperly consecrated. They never received proper burials, and their power has been tainted with the hate they held when they died.
This infected power affects whoever attempts to draw it out. Tempers get shorter, and people might dream of lives that aren’t their own, and for a brief period, they may find themselves sleepwalking.
Usually, they wake up in the middle of empty fields, likely in a place of great significance to the power’s original owner.
If one can withstand the side effects, they may beco a fairly dangerous dark witch.
But most dark witches aren’t much different from regular witches. They just draw their power from dark places and have a higher threshold for things they consider ‘blasphemous’.
The Martin coven is one such family.
On the porch of a dium-sized ho, a woman in her early forties was busy watering plants.
She seed to be in her own world as she whistled to herself and tapped her foot to music that only she could hear.
Her hair was a bright strawberry blonde color, and it flowed down her back in neat waves.
She had bright green eyes and porcelain skin that was beautifully well-maintained. Her clothing was prim and proper, making her look like the kind of woman who attended PTA etings religously.
There were three other young won outside with her, all of whom seed to be in their teenage years.
She heard the sound of a car pulling up. And looked towards the street to find two young won getting out.
Pala Martin didn’t recognize them, so she started to pay them no mind.
But when she saw them walking up her driveway, she beca noticeably interested.
“Hello there. Can I help you?”
She analyzed the won walking up to her carefully.
One looked older than the other. She had short hair with mocha brown skin and a figure that made the dark witch envious.
She wore a simple white t-shirt and khaki pants with a pair of designer sneakers that she was pretty sure costed several thousand dollars.
Nervously, the unfamiliar woman tipped down her sunglasses and looked both ways before whispering.
“I-I heard that you could help us make soone… disappear?”
Beside the young woman, her heavily tattooed companion nodded firmly.
“In their sleep. Permanently.” She said seriously.
Before Pala could respond, her youngest daughter leaned over the railing to stare at the younger woman with sparkling eyes. “Your tattoos are sooo cool! You’re super pretty, do you have an Insta??”
Courtney’s forced serious persona was instantly broken as she developed a dopey smile while rubbing the back of her head.
“Ehehehe. Ehehehehehe…”
Nubia elbowed her sister.
Courtney finally pulled it together. *Ahem* “I an… Thank you, and no I don’t.”
“Aww…”
Pala nudged her daughter back into her seat and attempted to regain control of the conversation. “Back to the matter at hand… I’m not sure I understand what you are talking about. Do you perhaps have a referral?”
Nubia dug inside of her purse and casually pulled out 50,000 dollars in cash.
“T-That’s not really…”
Nubia pulled out another fifty grand.
“…Well, co on in and let’s see if we can get you taken care of.” Pala smiled.
Courtney grinned as she moved up the steps to the porch.
She started to follow Pala inside when she looked behind her.
Nubia was staring at the ground, unmoving.
Pala was imdiately alard. “What is she?!”
“Succubus.” Courtney answered instantly.
Technically, it wasn’t a lie.
Pala didn’t look happy.
“We don’t do business with demons.”
Courtney pulled out a black credit card.
“…She can’t touch anything.”
“That’s fine.”
Nubia folded her arms. ‘Is that Daddy’s credit card?’
‘You wanna get in the house or not??’ Courtney thought back.
Nubia couldn’t do anything but shake her head.
Sighing, Pala turned to her oldest daughter who had been watching everything silently.
“Drop it.”
“But mom-”
“It’s fine, your grandmother’s inside. And it’s not like she’s an incubus.”
The young woman reluctantly stood up.
She walked over to one of the potted plants her mother had just gotten done watering and twisted it exactly ninety degrees.
For a mont, Courtney thought she saw a reflective barrier dissipate in front of the house.
Smiling, Nubia walked up the steps.
“Thank you. I promise I won’t be too much trouble.”
Pala was thankful her husband wasn’t here. She couldn’t let him be around this seductress.
Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she could withstand all the temptations.
She’d seen her fair share of succubi, but none whose charms worked this well on the opposite gender.
‘I’m definitely going to tax them out the ass for this…’
Pala opened the front door to her house and allowed the visitors inside.
While on the outside, their ho appeared modest, the inside was anything but.
It was filled with mid-century furniture. The decor was as tasteful as it was expensive.
Courtney let out an impressed whistle.
Nubia didn’t understand how she was so easily impressed. Rooms in their ho were literally connected to entire realms.
“I’ll draw you up a contract in the kitchen.” Pala led the girls into her ho. “So, who do you want dead? Annoying ex, love rival, abusive stepmother…?”
Courtney yawned as she scratched her visible stomach.
“Whoever took our sister, mostly.”
Pala chuckled. “I’m sorry for your circumstances, but I’m going to need you to be a bit more specific than that. Though, I can throw on a locator spell for a small fe-”
When she turned around, Nubia looked completely different.
Her trendy little outfit had been replaced by a white dress and a fur cloak.
But that wasn’t nearly as jarring as the jagged antlers coming out of her head.
“Y-You..”
“Calm down, don’t start panicking.” Courtney sat at the kitchen table and inspected the pastries sitting behind the glass. “We just wanna talk.”
Pala raised a trembling finger to Nubia.
“You’re a god, right? Did Zeus send you??”
“”Eww!”” Courtney and Nubia recoiled.
In hindsight, Pala thought that it was a pretty cruel speculation to make.
“You should be thanking for my discretion.” Nubia sighed. “I didn’t want to drop that pesky barrier and scare your children.”
“Spoken like soone who hasn’t learned how to alter her genetics yet.” Courtney joked with a stuffed mouth.
“Did you say sothing, you one-trick pony?”
Courtney flipped her sister off.
“Look, what is this about??” Pala said in a frustrated tone. “And these are billable minutes, so you’d better start talking fast!”
“You are one of the few families proficient in one-way summoning. It’s allowed you to set up a thriving business with fae ingredients, but I wonder if you’ve also started using it to spring Norse trickster gods from prison or kidnap mythological dragon princesses?”
Pala looked like she was going to get an aneurysm trying to decipher Nubia’s words.
“Dragon princesses…? What are you all, five? I have no idea what any of that ans.”
Nubia’s eyes narrowed.
Suddenly, the group heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and turned towards the sound.
A woman who seed to be Pala’s older sister stepped into the kitchen.
“Oh? Seems like we’re having…”
When her eyes landed on Nubia, she dropped the vase she was carrying and froze from the shock.
Nubia’s gaze only beca uglier.
“You…!”
“Shit!”
The old woman bolted from the room. Nubia chased after her like a kid.
Pala was completely lost as to what was going on.
She turned to Courtney, hoping she would have so possible explanation but found herself still stuffing her face.
“…Got any milk?”
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