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The Darkhold that I transcripted, told me that cause of that mess was Chaos Magic. The wielder of this magic only could be blessed by Chthon. The wielder would be called The Scarlet Witch or The Scarlet Warlock. Centuries ago, a Scarlet Witch was responsible for the destruction of the civilization named The Mycenaean. How she possessed the Chaos Magic is still unknown these days. Who could it be, the next wielder after centuries? I had been asking myself this question over and over again.

"Mother," called Marina.

"Yes, sweety," I replied.

"Is everything alright?" asked my daughter.

"I am doing fine, my dear."

"Do not stay up too late, mother. You should get some sleep."

"I will, sweety. Good night."

While reading the Darkhold, I remembered something that Sabrina said a long time ago. 'Something felt weird after the ritual,' Sabrina might be processing Chaos Magic, but why kill Harry and Patrick? I looked at the raven skull necklace and the raven skull belt lying on the table, they belonged to Harry and Patrick. Those were the only objects that survived the attack. I put them on to memorialize them. Viktor slowly stepped into the room.

"Are you alright?" asked Viktor.

"Yes, I just- I do not know," I replied.

"You have someone in mind about who caused it?"

"Again, read me like a book," I stood up and gave him a kiss.

"The Darkhold gave you that information?" he asked me.

"Not really," I replied. "I just have some guess."

"Who is it in your mind?"

"Sabrina..."

"Are you certain?" he surprised.

"Yes, but- I don't know."

"Why would she kill them?"

"I also have the same question...but I will visit her tomorrow."

"Alright, I will watch Marina."

"Thank you, dear."

***

I arrived at Sabrina's home the next day, and everything seemed fine and peaceful here. I put on a cloak to prevent her to see the necklace and the belt. I knocked on the door twice, but nobody was home. I cast the unlocking spell and got in. I looked around the house, everything was as usual as I remembered. I looked at her Raven Cloak, hanging on the door behind me after I walked in. I was wondering until she showed up from upstairs.

"Morgana," Sabrina called from the stair.

"Sabrina, long time no see," I said.

"It has been a long time," she came downstairs and gave me a hug. "Come sit down," she pulled out the chair for me. "You can take off your cloak if you want to."

"It's fine, thank you," I said.

"What brings you here?" asked Sabrina.

"I just want to visit,"

"Alright then, how is your family, is little Marina alright?"

"She is doing great, thank you for asking. How is Phillip, your husband?"

"Oh, he is busy leading the royal army of the king."

"How is the kingdom?"

"Since when did you care about the kingdom, it is holding up fine."

"That is good to hear."

"Have you seen... Harry and Patrick lately?" I asked.

"No, are they in trouble?" Sabrina replied.

"No...I haven't heard of them for a while, thought you would know," I said, crossing my arms and legs, then leaned back.

"How would I know about those foolish men," she said. "They always do things their way these days, those mercenary boys."

"You are right..." I said after a smile. "May I go to the restroom?"

"Of course, you remember where it is right?" She asked me.

"Yes," I replied. I stood up and slowly walk to the hallway. Something wasn't right about Sabrina, so I made an excuse to go investigate the house. The moment I got near this place, I have a weird feeling, a special aura ever since she came down the stairs. I came across her basement, it was usually for the wines and winter foods, but something told me to go down there. Without hesitation, I slowly walked down the basement. The only thing that was between me and the basement was the door with an elegant pattern, the door was far more different than the other doors. I twisted the door knob and slowly pushed forward. It wasn't just wines and food, a coffin lay at the end of the basement. I walked to the coffin and attempted to open it.

"Stop!" shouted Sabrina. "Morgana, what are you doing here?"

"Who is this?" I asked Sabrina.

"This is none of your business, Morgana."

"You dare talk to me like that, Sabrina?" I threatened.

"I never wanted to hurt you."

"Did you say that to Harry and Patrick, when you killed them?" I asked

"You don't know what happened," she replied.

"You never call them foolish men, or even offended any of us," I said to her. "Why kill them?"

"They were the mercenaries that killed MY husband," she said while holding her tears. "Somebody hired them to take out the army led by Phillip. Blinded by the gold, they took out the army along with my husband. It is a bad idea that you and Viktor are the only ones who know that I had family," said Sabrina while holding her fist and pressing them against her chest. "They took my husband, so I took their lives," then she stared at me with scarlet glowing eyes full of hatred.

"Revenge isn't the only way, Sabrina," I told her.

"Is that your word or his - Morgan Le Fey," she said while stepping down the stairs.

"Was that your word or The Scarlet Witch's?" I replied.

"I am not yet a Scarlet Witch," she said while she wrapped herself with the red aura of Chaos Magic. "I am not wearing a crown, as you can see."

"Already found out about yourself."

"I read that chapter after I found out that I defeated Merlin with The Chaos Magic," she said.

"I am sorry, Sabrina," I teleported in front of her, placed my hand in front of her face, and attempted to suck her magic out. The purple-turned-red magic aura floated into my hand, and I slowly absorbed them. Her scream was killing me. Sabrina, my student, sister, and friend, became a devil. She grabbed my face, teleported outside, and blasted, knocking me to the ground.

"You brought this upon yourself, Morgan!" said Sabrina while charging the Chaos Magic, then blasted a beam toward me. I immediately stood up and summoned the Shield of Seraphine to block the attack, then teleported away to blast her. She got knocked back but quickly gained balance in midair by levitating before she hit the ground. I flicked my hand to summon the Raven Cloak. I took off the cloak that I was wearing and The Raven Cloak landed on my shoulders. The Raven Cloak was my present for her, so it could still recognize me as its owner.

"You use my cloak against me now?!" said Sabrina.

"This belonged to the Sabrina I know," I replied. "Now you will taste hell." I smacked my hand on the ground, creating a wave on the ground, running toward Sabrina. But she released an energy wave, sending her off the ground, and landed in front of me. Before me, was a powerful witch that ready to take another life. She grabbed me telekinetically and readied to rip me in half. During the process, I commanded The Cloak to shapeshift into Ravens and interrupted Sabrina. When she dropped me to the ground, I conjured a sharp glass and attempted to stab Sabrina. She noticed it, then teleported behind me, dodging my attack. After successfully avoiding my attack, she conjured the same sharp glass and slashed across my back while I was trying to dodge it. I was hurt and it burned when I moved around too much. I levitated and multiplied myself to at least 20. We all cast the Crimson Bands Of Cyttorak, restraining Sabrina. I quickly conjured the sharp glass and hurled it at Sabrina, piecing it into her chest. The moment, the glass hit her, all of my clones exploded into a bunch of green butterflies. Sabrina looked up at the magnificent butterflies and admired the view.

"Butterflies?" asked Sabrina.

"For your funeral, Sabrina, Harry, and Patrick also," I replied while the Ravens shapeshifted back into a cloak and landed on my shoulders.

"You are not getting out of this," she said while doing the hand sign.

"What are you doing?" I panicked.

"Banishing you into the Dark Dimension. The doorway to darkness behold the transom, open it now with a spirit to ransom."

"No!" I shouted, then my body started to disintegrate into ashes.

"You are too dangerous to be left alive - just like I am. Farewell, Morgana," said Sabrina with her last breath while kneeling down.

[End of Morgan Le Fey's perspective]