Goddess of the dark arts

A shiver ran up Alia's spine as goosebumps lined her skin, but it wasn't from the cold; she was terrified of what her evil grandmother was planning to do with her this time.

She brought her to an eerie place, dark and abandoned, where no one would ever think to find them. Alia couldn't hear the sounds of the busy road; she knew that if she were to scream, no one would hear it. 

'Is she finally tired of me?' Alia couldn't help but think. Her palms moistened as her eyes followed the length of the trio's robes before focusing on the happy face the women sported though tears were falling freely from their eyes. 

'Is grandmother selling my soul to the devil?' Alia internally questioned, her eyes widening in horror.