2. A Witch Civilization
Once upon a time there was a witch called Mycroft. With her cat in one hand and hat on her head she was riding through the forest on her broom, that she very much liked as it was a gift from her mother. Her mother was no small witch, she was the greatest and the most feared witch of her times. She was known as Eldritch the sinistrous. Her mother was even given the highest honour of being the Pythoness by the higher society of most evil witches on the blood moon, and this is where Mycroft was going right now. Although she was yet to do something monsterly evil. She got into the necropolis on behalf of her mother. Many other witches disliked Mycroft because she had never killed a child before, she had not even made a move to hurt them. In fact she had never hurt anyone or talked in the foul mouthed language that other witches used and this among witches was the most atrocious sin ever committed. But Mycroft just couldn't bring herself to even think about hurting a child much less kill them. For Mycroft thought kids to be extremely beautiful and innocent creatures to walk upon earth.
So, thinking such vulgar thoughts Mycroft finally reached necropolis were a very important meeting was in play and Mycroft could feel the demanding pressure because of the approaching Blood moon. It is a time when the witches are considered to be holy and most powerful. They are considered even more powerful than the God and this is when the witches complete their most wild and gruesome fantasies. Mycroft made her way to the front to hear what the witches had to say but it was something that Mycroft regretted greatly, for the witches wanted to kidnap and kill 36 children till the next blood moon as a sacrifice to Satan. The god of all the evil and witches often did extreme things to please him. Soon it was decided that every witch shall kill a child and ones who do it most brutally will be awarded the honor of sacrificing a child to Satan.
Mycroft could hardly keep in the bile raising up her throat when she left the witches because for Mycroft this thought was revolting to see a child hung up by his legs on a tree, with limp bodies and splattered with blood from their almost detached head.
Mycroft mounted her broom and made all the arrangements to leave the place as soon as possible. She had only gone a few meters when she abruptly stopped and dismounted her broom quickly to run behind a tree to omit her stomach's components almost too fiercely. When she suddenly heard a gentle voice behind her which was undoubtedly a human's. She cursed herself for letting her guard down. From behind the tree she searched for the speaker of the voice and when she finally found it she was much astonished.