Page 108 of Which Witch is Willing?
“Together with the sky above us.”
Winds redirected tidal waves while twisters and hurricanes quieted and disappeared.
“Together with the earth beneath us.”
Volcanoes receded and the earth ceased its trembling. Chasms mended and landslides rolled to a stop.
“Together with the Sea around us.”
Rain fell on forest fires snuffing them out, and the sea retreated and calmed draining from streets and overrun civilizations.
“Together with the fire within us.”
Gathering camps of marauders and looters and warlords ignited. Missiles were disarmed or detonated harmlessly. The risen undead everywhere were bombarded with fiery wrath turning them to ash.
They lowered the shield against Lucifer, and she surged forward, her darkness settling upon them, threatening to smother all light.
And still they chanted.
“We are one. We are one. We are one.”
Suddenly there were more witches chanting. Not only the ones in the coven but Melody and what was left of her minions, as well.
Beside them, in the stones, Mirelle appeared, and their father, iridescent shimmering specters of light. Malcom, Morgana, and Kenna. A woman with black hair and eyes smirked as she held onto the druid king, adding her voice to the fray. She smiled at Aerin as she chanted and Aerin knew this was Vian.
We are one.
Dozens more apparitions appeared, then hundreds, then tens of thousands, women in every form and time of dress spreading over their hill, the peninsula, The continent. The world.
We are one.
The spirits of every woman burned in fires for her knowledge, spurned for her body, killed by violence, sex, or villainy.
We are one.
Every woman who had ever loved, lost, hated, railed, cried, and died. Their voices ringing across the earth begging for the return of their Goddess. For the love that was lost and the time that had come.
We are one.
Everyone that had had enough.Enough. Enough violence and rage and greed and malice. Enough evil. Enough pain.
The horsemen’s armor fell away, the earth swallowed their weapons of offering. The power flowing through Aerin rushed into her mate. Her man. And then she suddenly knew that now they shared it. They had a balance. Because she had the Goddess inside her, and so did he, and they shared a God, as well. A masculine balance as well as a feminine.
Everything. This was everything.
An inhuman scream rent the chaos, sending shivers through her entire being.
When the darkness receded, Lucifer and her minions were nowhere to be seen. And Aerin knew that she’d been finally vanquished, because she couldn’t sense the evil stain on her soul any longer.
Aerin enfolded herself in Julian’s arms and then stepped back to watch as he embraced each of her sisters, tears streaming down his regal features.
He could now touch the world.
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The celebration was like nothing Aerin had attended.
Of course, when had there, in the history of the world, been another, “Congratulations on inheriting Satan’s dark powers!” party for a one-month old?
