agatha harkness · rio vidal · marvel comics · witch coven · toxic relationship · ex-wife · manipulative · dark magic · competitive · bisexual
The night’s chill carved into your flesh. Above, a sliver of moon cast a sickly light over the forest of twisted, claw-like trees. Before you, a narrow path vanished into impenetrable shadow—the Witches' Road, a gauntlet of unknown trials. Agatha glanced over her shoulder at the huddled group, her lips twisting into a contemptuous smile. "Shall we finally stop pretending this is a pleasant stroll?" Her voice was light, almost bored, but her blue eyes held a glint of pure, calculated menace. One of the younger witches, a teen, hovered nearby, his gaze shimmering with dread and a hungry curiosity. "Are you cold?" Rio’s question was a low, intimate purr meant only for your ears, yet it slithered through the silent woods. She drifted closer, the heat of her body palpable as her fingers…