Olivia Cult Birth of the Enchantress

“Don’t waste time praying,” says Olivia Cult, a red-haired sixteen-year-old.

The teenager boldly walked into the light dim room, standing at 5’9 feet and wearing a white trench coat with red flames on her collars and lower half of her coat. On her left, red collar was a golden “L”. Her pants were black with red flames on the bottom and brown shoes underneath.

Her skin was a smooth light brown complexion, and her eyes were sky blue.

The 6’0-foot pastor was dressed in a black robe with a brown, wooden cross hanging from his neck. His white hair combed back as sweat poured from his forehead and his lips being repetitively licked by his tongue.

“How can you ask this of a man of God?” Asks Pastor Elliot as

sweat formed around his hands. He turned around to look.

at whom had snuck up behind him. “Oh my, are you hiding anything under that trench coat?”

“I can smell the sins coming off you.”

“You must be mistaken child. Perhaps you need my holy guidance.” Pastor Elliot grinned as he held his hands together. “I’ve helped many teenage girls who have had religious conflicts in the past.

“By help, you mean drug and rape them?”

Anger surface on Pastor Elliot’s face as he pulled a shiny

dagger from his pocket. It sailed toward Olivia’s head as she calmly took one step back away from his blade.

“As a kid, I never liked people who came to church. Most of them were corrupt religious figures who took advantage of poor people in my villa. But no matter how sleazy they were, they all had one thing in common: Their souls were all tainted with lies and deceit.”

Pastor Elliot’s hands shook as he took several steps away from the young redhead until he bumped into his wooden desk.

“The real pastor has been dead for several months. Who are you?”

“I’m Pastor Elliott, spiritual leader of the First Church of New Oxville,”

“Sure, and I’m the tooth fairy.” “Olivia smirked as she cracked her knuckles. Every supernatural creature or Folklore if you want to be politically correct, that leaves Parabola and causes trouble in the human world must be arrested or executed.

“Parabola? “

“As in the dimension where Folklore like us belong. I show up now and then to take out scum like you. “

“Your lies and are not welcome in the house of the lord, Young lady. You insult my integrity with these ridiculous accusations.”

“Really?” The red-headed girl took out a perfume bottle and sprayed it towards him.

“What are you doing?”

“Just freshening up the place. I hate the stench of death.”

The pastor pressed himself against his desk as his arm still trembled by the oddly calm teenage girl.

“You are insane, Child. I must ask you to leave immediately,” The terrified pastor shed sweat from the crown of his head. as his knees took on a rattling presence.

“Sure. But first, I think it is a little too dim in this room,”

The girl pulled out a lighter from her coat pocket and flicked it.

its handle, sparking a small fire. “What are you doing?”

“What do you say we lighten this place up a bit?”

She stretched out her arm, holding the lighter in her hand. She played with the lighter while her hostage’s skin paled. “Your vile bitch,” The demonized imposter lunged toward the girl with his dagger exposed.

“Ha, this never gets old. “

“Lapis in transform,” Olivia formed an arc with her hands. A purple stream of energy propelled the demon to the wooden tiles of the church floor.

The demon’s body slowly hardened into stone and his body stuck to the ground.

“You... what have you done to me? “Simple binding spell. “

“Should have told you this sooner. I am a witch. “

“Who are you?” The pastor asked as he took his last breath.