Author's Note: Эй,
everyone! So I'm back to Письмо my little mini-series thing where I go back-and-forth between Письмо one-shot song-fics around metal songs, and then pop songs. My last story was on a pop song (Florence + The Machine's "What the Water Gave Me") so it is now time for a metal song. I'm going to go a little out of order here (If Ты want to see the songs listed, link) and start up on a song-fic based on a song by Blackthorn. I've also decided that I will not be doing "Hexshadow Turned to Flesh". I will be doing a different song called "Bestial Satan of Grotesque Beauty." I'm sure Ты can now see why I called it "The Fading Ceremony" instead. Anyways, this story will be taking place in an AU (Alternate Universe) where Bloom lives in the era of people [accused witches] being burned at the stake and everyone freaking out if a woman knows how to read (In other words, think Salem Witch Trial era). If you're not comfortable Чтение this kind of stuff, please don't. For those who are interested, I hope Ты like it.
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"In the dream I have seen. огонь ran through my veins, and raged neath the skin."
Bloom had been having this constant reoccurring dream ever since she had done it. She couldn't really tell anyone what she had done, and she couldn't even understand why she had done it. Her mother had just made her so angry.
She was used to being pushed around. She was a girl, and in this world and society, Ты needed to be a man to have power; to have authority; to have a job; to have a purpose. She was used to not getting what she wanted. She was used to boys picking on her, and telling her that she was "stupid" and "worthless". She had dealt with this all her life and her mother had as well. Which is why she and Bloom had always been close, had always been friends...which is why Bloom was still torn over what she had done.
It started off like any other argument. Bloom had been ranting about how some of the boys at school were picking and teasing her about her hair, her clothes and how she was "weird" and a "harlot" for wanting to learn. Her mother was there as always to comfort her, but Bloom was sick and tired of she always saying the same things to her over and over again;
"It'll get better, don't Ты worry"; "Oh sweetheart, Ты shouldn't let what they say get to you"; "You need to understand that we are women and we are below everyone else. We have been put in this place by God and Ты will respect and appreciate what Ты have been given."
She was tired of just sitting there and allowing these bastards to treat her no better than filth. She was tired of women just tacking the beatings; taking the slurs; taking the accusations. Bloom wanted to be the one to change that. Bloom wanted to be the one to step up and take charge, and make sure that all those foolish enough to believe the lies spewed out by those treacherous bastards would pay.
"I confess to Ты my sin of rebellion against the world and its scheme."
Bloom told her mother that she would Показать them. She would learn how to read; she would find a job; she would make a name for herself and not live by the rules dictated by men или God. This did not sit well with her mother at all, and after a heated argument, her mother slapped Bloom across the face; ending it then.
White hot rage consumed Bloom's mind after that slap. How could her mother be such a submissive little bitch? She thought she was stronger than that. She thought that together they would be the two women to start a revolution of sorts and pave the way for future generations to finally pry themselves free from under the damning boot of man and repression.
Bloom understood that if she wanted to accomplish any of this, she needed her mother out of the picture. All she would do is pull Bloom back. But Bloom needed a way to get rid of her...permanently.
She remembered the rumors of witchcraft and preaching's of the devil and his dark magic from church and around town. She remembered one piece of information in particular. There was a ritual that one could perform to bring Lucifer himself knocking at your door. It was during Sunday school, and a priest had brought out a diagram to Показать to the older children, explaining to them that if they ever saw this symbol on или in the Главная of someone, they were evil and they should be reported.
Bloom could see it clearly in her mind now and it was pounding at her brain; just begging to get out. Bloom knew it would take еще than lined charcoal или candles to call Him out. She knew that Ты would need to use something еще potent; something that drew out demons еще easily.
It all happened so fast, that her mother didn't have a chance. One минута she was making soup, the next, her neck was cutting sliced open by her own daughter. With blood on hand, Bloom made the symbol on their hard wooden floor. When she had finished, she knew it had worked...she could feel it. She could feel it in her bones; in her body; in her soul. He asked her what she wanted. She said, she wanted a spark infused into her body. Power to rule and burn all those who stood in her way. He granted it and she became one of his minions.
"The spark he’s infused into me once, is now a tremendous flame."
Bloom could feel her powers growing stronger. The огонь burned through her veins and her mind, pushing her вперед to finally act out. She had been hesitant the last few days, due to her mother being dead and all, but the dreams and powers she had seen and could feel, made her understand she could do this; she could finally pursue her dream and make it become a reality...
"With the ropes I’ll be bound. Pale and startled, by the crowd closed around. Under fell tortures and pressure I won’t weep nor scream aloud.Tempered in the fiery visions, I am and will be unbound."
Talk and whispers travel quickly around a small town, and even quicker among those who are superstitious. Bloom didn't stand a chance against the people of Salem. A день или two after her summon had been done, people noticed that her mother had not left the house. Fearing the worse, they gathered up a group and decided to pay the family a visit. They certainly weren't expecting what they came across when the opened the door.
Bloom was apprehended and the whole town was roused by the commotion. The red-headed teen was snarling and hissing; her veins shining a bright red and оранжевый as she cursed and threaten to burn all those that dare touch her. Women, children and men shouted slurs and vile insults her way, throwing rocks and crosses at her face and body.
Bloom was tossed to a stake, men holding her down as their tied ropes firmly around her wrists. Bloom's eyes widened as she looked down and saw that her feet were almost completely buried in straw and wood. Her face paled. It couldn't end this way...she hadn't done anything with her new-found powers. Her dream still had yet to be realized. She had done nothing to fix this wretched land and it's crooked system. She had had so little time. It couldn't end this way!
She felt the heat and the burn, as the огонь began and burst into a howling, growling beast as the wood and straw helped it grow in intensity and strength. She could feel her feet burning and her brain shouting at her to get off of this inferno and to safety. But she couldn't. She was bound and could no longer run; could no longer hide; she was condemned to this fate.
"Beyond the light immured will be. My flesh but not my soul. Where a shade and solitude reign...Now you, just Ты the one without fear I want to confide in your ear."
She could hear whispers in her head. They were soothing but they reeked of death and betrayal. They were telling her that she would not end this way. Her soul will live on and her hatred; her pursuit; her need to change the world would still burn strong in there. She need not fear death; it would be a welcoming embrace and a секунда chance. The sweet nothings calmed her rapidly beating heart. She understood that this is where she needed to be and she understood that she now had a higher purpose in life. Her revenge and need to change this world would keep her going and she would Показать it no mercy.
"In this огонь I’ll burn until the день the wind takes my ash away."
Bloom knew she now had a higher purpose and that she no longer needed this body to help her pursue her wishes and desires. She knew that she would live on and that those who punished and doubted her would pay. Her cloudy blue eyes looked upon the hundreds of spectators, and she let out a harsh laugh, everyone going silent. She could feel that he was coming for her soon...the smoke, the burning, the smell...it was all becoming too much for her to take. But with her last ounce of strength, in a voice much deeper, much deadlier, much еще evil than her own she screamed: "On this огонь I'll burn until the день the wind take my ash away!" Her cruel, hallow laughter echoing throughout the town as her head slouched down; the огонь soon consuming the devil's newest heiress.
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"In the dream I have seen. огонь ran through my veins, and raged neath the skin."
Bloom had been having this constant reoccurring dream ever since she had done it. She couldn't really tell anyone what she had done, and she couldn't even understand why she had done it. Her mother had just made her so angry.
She was used to being pushed around. She was a girl, and in this world and society, Ты needed to be a man to have power; to have authority; to have a job; to have a purpose. She was used to not getting what she wanted. She was used to boys picking on her, and telling her that she was "stupid" and "worthless". She had dealt with this all her life and her mother had as well. Which is why she and Bloom had always been close, had always been friends...which is why Bloom was still torn over what she had done.
It started off like any other argument. Bloom had been ranting about how some of the boys at school were picking and teasing her about her hair, her clothes and how she was "weird" and a "harlot" for wanting to learn. Her mother was there as always to comfort her, but Bloom was sick and tired of she always saying the same things to her over and over again;
"It'll get better, don't Ты worry"; "Oh sweetheart, Ты shouldn't let what they say get to you"; "You need to understand that we are women and we are below everyone else. We have been put in this place by God and Ты will respect and appreciate what Ты have been given."
She was tired of just sitting there and allowing these bastards to treat her no better than filth. She was tired of women just tacking the beatings; taking the slurs; taking the accusations. Bloom wanted to be the one to change that. Bloom wanted to be the one to step up and take charge, and make sure that all those foolish enough to believe the lies spewed out by those treacherous bastards would pay.
"I confess to Ты my sin of rebellion against the world and its scheme."
Bloom told her mother that she would Показать them. She would learn how to read; she would find a job; she would make a name for herself and not live by the rules dictated by men или God. This did not sit well with her mother at all, and after a heated argument, her mother slapped Bloom across the face; ending it then.
White hot rage consumed Bloom's mind after that slap. How could her mother be such a submissive little bitch? She thought she was stronger than that. She thought that together they would be the two women to start a revolution of sorts and pave the way for future generations to finally pry themselves free from under the damning boot of man and repression.
Bloom understood that if she wanted to accomplish any of this, she needed her mother out of the picture. All she would do is pull Bloom back. But Bloom needed a way to get rid of her...permanently.
She remembered the rumors of witchcraft and preaching's of the devil and his dark magic from church and around town. She remembered one piece of information in particular. There was a ritual that one could perform to bring Lucifer himself knocking at your door. It was during Sunday school, and a priest had brought out a diagram to Показать to the older children, explaining to them that if they ever saw this symbol on или in the Главная of someone, they were evil and they should be reported.
Bloom could see it clearly in her mind now and it was pounding at her brain; just begging to get out. Bloom knew it would take еще than lined charcoal или candles to call Him out. She knew that Ты would need to use something еще potent; something that drew out demons еще easily.
It all happened so fast, that her mother didn't have a chance. One минута she was making soup, the next, her neck was cutting sliced open by her own daughter. With blood on hand, Bloom made the symbol on their hard wooden floor. When she had finished, she knew it had worked...she could feel it. She could feel it in her bones; in her body; in her soul. He asked her what she wanted. She said, she wanted a spark infused into her body. Power to rule and burn all those who stood in her way. He granted it and she became one of his minions.
"The spark he’s infused into me once, is now a tremendous flame."
Bloom could feel her powers growing stronger. The огонь burned through her veins and her mind, pushing her вперед to finally act out. She had been hesitant the last few days, due to her mother being dead and all, but the dreams and powers she had seen and could feel, made her understand she could do this; she could finally pursue her dream and make it become a reality...
"With the ropes I’ll be bound. Pale and startled, by the crowd closed around. Under fell tortures and pressure I won’t weep nor scream aloud.Tempered in the fiery visions, I am and will be unbound."
Talk and whispers travel quickly around a small town, and even quicker among those who are superstitious. Bloom didn't stand a chance against the people of Salem. A день или two after her summon had been done, people noticed that her mother had not left the house. Fearing the worse, they gathered up a group and decided to pay the family a visit. They certainly weren't expecting what they came across when the opened the door.
Bloom was apprehended and the whole town was roused by the commotion. The red-headed teen was snarling and hissing; her veins shining a bright red and оранжевый as she cursed and threaten to burn all those that dare touch her. Women, children and men shouted slurs and vile insults her way, throwing rocks and crosses at her face and body.
Bloom was tossed to a stake, men holding her down as their tied ropes firmly around her wrists. Bloom's eyes widened as she looked down and saw that her feet were almost completely buried in straw and wood. Her face paled. It couldn't end this way...she hadn't done anything with her new-found powers. Her dream still had yet to be realized. She had done nothing to fix this wretched land and it's crooked system. She had had so little time. It couldn't end this way!
She felt the heat and the burn, as the огонь began and burst into a howling, growling beast as the wood and straw helped it grow in intensity and strength. She could feel her feet burning and her brain shouting at her to get off of this inferno and to safety. But she couldn't. She was bound and could no longer run; could no longer hide; she was condemned to this fate.
"Beyond the light immured will be. My flesh but not my soul. Where a shade and solitude reign...Now you, just Ты the one without fear I want to confide in your ear."
She could hear whispers in her head. They were soothing but they reeked of death and betrayal. They were telling her that she would not end this way. Her soul will live on and her hatred; her pursuit; her need to change the world would still burn strong in there. She need not fear death; it would be a welcoming embrace and a секунда chance. The sweet nothings calmed her rapidly beating heart. She understood that this is where she needed to be and she understood that she now had a higher purpose in life. Her revenge and need to change this world would keep her going and she would Показать it no mercy.
"In this огонь I’ll burn until the день the wind takes my ash away."
Bloom knew she now had a higher purpose and that she no longer needed this body to help her pursue her wishes and desires. She knew that she would live on and that those who punished and doubted her would pay. Her cloudy blue eyes looked upon the hundreds of spectators, and she let out a harsh laugh, everyone going silent. She could feel that he was coming for her soon...the smoke, the burning, the smell...it was all becoming too much for her to take. But with her last ounce of strength, in a voice much deeper, much deadlier, much еще evil than her own she screamed: "On this огонь I'll burn until the день the wind take my ash away!" Her cruel, hallow laughter echoing throughout the town as her head slouched down; the огонь soon consuming the devil's newest heiress.
Get your sky high hands up!
It's the Winx girls - what's up?
Wild, winged and wonderful
Ты turn our sparkle on - your power makes us strong
Ты keep us where we belong
~Chorus~
Tod-a-a-a-a-y
We gonna celebra-a-a-te
And shout "heyyy he-e-e-e-y"
Because Ты believed it
We are the ma-a-a-gic
We.... are Believix!
We are Believix!!
We're the sound of wonder
Hear our радуга thunder
Feeling fairy powerful
We'll turn your smile up loud - we're flying high and proud
Like we're a sunshine through the clouds
~Chorus~
Tod-a-a-a-a-y
We gonna celebra-a-ate
And shout "heyyyy h-e-e-y
Because Ты believed it
We are the ma-a-gic
We.. are Believix!
We are Believix!
We're fast on the magic track!
Making shimmy, shimmy snap!
Yeah we got it back
And we never give in
Hands up!
And aw-a-ay we go!
This isn't Trix stuff, and illusion, no!!
Cause Ты believed us!
Ты believed us.
<repeat chorus>
We are Believix!
We are Believix!!
We are Believix!!!!!
It's the Winx girls - what's up?
Wild, winged and wonderful
Ты turn our sparkle on - your power makes us strong
Ты keep us where we belong
~Chorus~
Tod-a-a-a-a-y
We gonna celebra-a-a-te
And shout "heyyy he-e-e-e-y"
Because Ты believed it
We are the ma-a-a-gic
We.... are Believix!
We are Believix!!
We're the sound of wonder
Hear our радуга thunder
Feeling fairy powerful
We'll turn your smile up loud - we're flying high and proud
Like we're a sunshine through the clouds
~Chorus~
Tod-a-a-a-a-y
We gonna celebra-a-ate
And shout "heyyyy h-e-e-y
Because Ты believed it
We are the ma-a-gic
We.. are Believix!
We are Believix!
We're fast on the magic track!
Making shimmy, shimmy snap!
Yeah we got it back
And we never give in
Hands up!
And aw-a-ay we go!
This isn't Trix stuff, and illusion, no!!
Cause Ты believed us!
Ты believed us.
<repeat chorus>
We are Believix!
We are Believix!!
We are Believix!!!!!
Layla: Whoa, is that Timmy?
Flora: I think it is.
Tecna was in shock and not to mention heartbroken. She starts to get a tear in her eye.
Musa: Oh Tecna.
Musa moves over to her and gives her a small hug.
Brandon: There’s got to be a reason for this.
Musa: Well there’s only one solution.
Sky: And whats that?
Musa: The direct approach.
Musa gets up and makes her way over to Timmy. As she makes her way over there, she faintly hears Timmy say:
Timmy: I Любовь you. See Ты tomorrow.
Then the girl walks off. Musa moves over to Timmy and screams in his face:
Musa: WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!
Timmy: What, what do Ты mean?
Musa: That girl! Who is she? Why did Ты just say I Любовь Ты to her.
Suddenly Musa starts to get tears in her eyes.
Musa: How could Ты hurt Tecna like that?
Musa, than walks off, wiping away her tears.
Tecna: Come on guys, I think it’s best if we go back to Alfea.
To be contd...
Flora: I think it is.
Tecna was in shock and not to mention heartbroken. She starts to get a tear in her eye.
Musa: Oh Tecna.
Musa moves over to her and gives her a small hug.
Brandon: There’s got to be a reason for this.
Musa: Well there’s only one solution.
Sky: And whats that?
Musa: The direct approach.
Musa gets up and makes her way over to Timmy. As she makes her way over there, she faintly hears Timmy say:
Timmy: I Любовь you. See Ты tomorrow.
Then the girl walks off. Musa moves over to Timmy and screams in his face:
Musa: WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!
Timmy: What, what do Ты mean?
Musa: That girl! Who is she? Why did Ты just say I Любовь Ты to her.
Suddenly Musa starts to get tears in her eyes.
Musa: How could Ты hurt Tecna like that?
Musa, than walks off, wiping away her tears.
Tecna: Come on guys, I think it’s best if we go back to Alfea.
To be contd...