A TREMOR RESONATED THROUGH SKIN, PENETRATING IVORY BONES. The cold unforgiving knife slashed deep. Gola unleashed a hoarse shriek, followed by a silenced whimper. When all is said and done not only does her sliced hand drip with blood but her bitten bottom lip too.

Yvonne keeps eyeing her. And Gola knows that she's aware something has changed. Gola is awaking. And she'll not be a pawn in anyone else's game.

Other worldly symbols are lining the ground, the candles flicker, the crystal glass is filled with the blood of the women surrounding it. The moon is high and the night is eternal. There is ancient magic humming the air.

"Now we join hands." Yvonne instructs, there is sultry purr to her voice. Her hair floats like a halo around her. Power is radiating off of her being in shock waves.

Go ahead play with your powers now. Gola ponders with a humorless chuckle. Because this'll be the last time.

And they do. They lock hands. Torn open skin puzzling against torn open skin. Young blood mingling. Blending. Fusing.

"We've bleed, now—we bond." Sylvia speaks, breaking apart the uncomfortable silence sounding nothing less than eager. Her hair floats like Yvonne's. And she's literally alight, glowing just like the moon.

Yona expected Sylvia to at least complain about how unsanitary it was to mix blood, though the little siren seems to be having an all around good time. Sense clicked like a puzzle solved in her brain. Stars connected to form constellations. The picture was translucent.

Sylvia attended Saint saltswater Academy. An elite Academy that fails to use money and fame to cover up all of the paranormal occurrences of which it associates. Sylvia is drawn to the smith manor like moth to a flame, her beauty routine is nothing less than a odd religious ritual and she's familiar with blood bonds.

Another witch! How surprising. Yona thought sarcastically.

The fire from the candles flickered as being blown on by a gush of air. Before the light itself separated from the candle stick hovering just above like tiny suns.

Yvonne starts. Murmuring America's name. America spoke Kennedy's. Kennedy whispered Nyx. Nyx called Sylvia. Sylvia purred Yona. Yona sang Gola.

The brilliant tiny fire balls circle above the women's heads swiftly yet calmly.

Gola called on Clementine.

Sparks fly. The fire balls are now mini heads with little blooming bodies, holding hands, dancing in a circle above their heads.

Yvonne gasped but before she could protest Gola finished, "I summon you."

Fire that had taken on the shape of little people skipping joyfully in a circle, stretched and lowered to the floor. Moving around the permitter of the scarred circle Yvonne had drawn.

The symbols, the ancient letters
written on the ground were no longer outline in white chalk but rather engraved in flames.

Gola was the first to leave the ground. Levitating on her scarlet pillow cushion. Yona followed. Then Nyx and Kennedy. Sooner or later the whole group floated above ground.

Mounting power. Ascending.

A choir of breathless gasp could be heard over the lullaby of a dead language long forgotten filling the air. The world is wide. Magic is what you make it. Anything is possible.

"What are you doing?" Yvonne demanded, attempting to pull back her palms. To no avail. As old as she was, she should've known better. "You have no idea what your doing, Elenora!"

This wasn't how the blood bond was supposed to unfold. This—this toying with ancient sorcery could only end in ruination.

It was true. Gola had no idea what she was doing, she was just following instinct. But Yvonne seeming almost frightened was a wonderful sign. "Don't I?"

The group of girls became like a sun. They floated still while the world spun around them. The room started passing slowly, gradually picking up speed until everything around them was but a blur.

Yvonne went silent and her body limp on her cushion.

"Umm, is she dead?"Kennedy felt like she should have definitely felt afraid. Or at least a tiny bit sympathetic but she wasn't. Not at all. And she blamed the whole thing on the ichor coursing her veins like fire and iron. "Should we get rid of the body?"

"No." Yona chuckles from Sylvia lips.

"Hey!" Kennedy shouts from the mouth of Nyx. "What the—"

"Your all a bunch of easily impressed monkeys." Sylvia thinks with an eye roll. Everyone hears it. "You haven't seen anything yet."

"Witch!" Yona hisses. And Sylvia tries not to seem impressed with how fast she's learned. But of course Yona and everyone else heard that too. "That's the nicest thing you've never said to me, Sylvia."

"This is going to be a headache." Nyx sighs from Kennedy's mouth.

The blood bond was completing. Boundaries between the girls were melting. Walls between worlds were crumbling. There was no end or beginning to anything anymore.

The blur that surrounded them had manifested into something more like a the sky on a starry night.Underneath them lay an endless field of flowers.

The group felt a tingle travel the length of their spines before Yvonne stirred and rose. One of her eyes had turned an oceanic blue. The other remained like glittering emerald.

"Did someone else just move into my head? Kennedy roughly slapped the side of Nyx's head as if trying to expel pool water from her ears. "It's really getting stuffy in there guys."

"Stop that!" Nyx hissed, using Kennedy's own hand to slap her back. Even if she had to feel the sting of her palm too.

Yvonne giggled. And hearing Yvonne giggle was a thousand times more unsettling than America's smile.

"Clementine?" Gola hesitated. But something in her felt certain. She'd heard that voice before.

"You summoned me. I am able grant you three favors." The voice a heaven a lot gentler than Yvonne's replied. Yet the voice poured from Yvonne's mouth.

She had two souls in her body.

"You can't! After everything, you can't!" Yvonne interrupted angrily. "After everything I've done for you. Your still his slave. Your close enough to freedom. We both are."

"No, Yvonne after thing everything you've done for yourself In revenge. In grief. And I must do this. This is my duty. I am a slave only to fate. As we all are. I've been summoned by one of my decedents." Clementine replied, her voice liquified lavender.

"She is no blood of mine." Yvonne snapped.

"Oh but she is. Three of these girls are of our blood and just look at the evils you have planned for them."

"The first thing I ask of you is to protect my sister Yona from the shadow demons. The second is for you to save my friend Beaumont."

"Sorry, I cannot do that. Nor can I save your pretty boy friend. Fate rest heavily upon these events. What will be. Will be. And I cannot do anything to change that."

Yvonne smirked triumphantly. All to soon.

Gola tried not to seem disappointed, though she couldn't hide the sag in her shoulders. "I have became aware that I am missing memories. I have known the demon prince my entire life yet I've only began to recall his presence past thirteen. I want all of my memories back. All of them."

"And you will have them."

Gola's body fell limp. Elenora awoke in her body.

A/N: here ya go babies. I'll be redoing the aesthetics for the whole story. So keep your eyes open for a redo of the character aesthetics and general aesthetics for every chapter.