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Now, here's an idea.

You are a werewolf who feeds on magical creatures. Flesh of witches is particularly valuable. The more strength and power you were gaining the more hungry you were, with coven falling at your whim.

You were getting bored, you were getting tired.

Those whom you were killing stopped being a challenge and a hunt.

Your feasts became quick and simple. Only necessary amount to distract from hunger.

Until one of your minions brought a news.

"Green Witch is in human flesh."

You blinked in disbelief. You heard about her. The green witch. She could be a challenge, she could be a reward.

You body reacted immidiately, with your own blood suddenly becoming poison. You needed her, to taste her, to break her.

Your hunt was a lonely one.

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"you think I can't smell your filth."

You were following green witch for days. Rio, you heard her name. You had no idea why she was in WestView, but for her it was important.

Woman stopped in the middle of a badly lit street. You didn't expect that. You were good at blending.

She turned to you. You were growling. Just a few leaps and you were closer. So much closer to your prey.

"oh." She sounded too sweet. "You want to attack me? You can try."

"I'm not here to play games." you bared your teeth. "I'm here to kill you."

You could feel how intoxicating her blood was.

"Well. That's a bold claim." Rio smiled. "You can definitely try. But I prefer my pets to be on a leash."

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When Rio fell for you she made the greatest sacrifice ever.

She gave up her guard. She allowed her heart to beat again.

At forest she was so scared. Rio was overwhelmed with love. But it didn't bring her peace, it provoked fear.

For the first time you saw her real tears when you got heart.

She couldn't allow herself to lose you.

Both love and fear gave birth to jealousy. Rio couldn't allow you to be far from her anymore. Others were a threat to her happiness. For the first time you heard a cry of anguish when you gave your attention away.

Love, feat and jealousy created anger. You were not ready for her grip, for her obsession. For the accidental bruises.

Anger turned to shame, to apologies. Rio begged for forgiveness.

She was so scared, you were so tired. You tried to calm her down. With affection, with part of your heart, with pieces of your soul.

She twitched when you took hand. When did it stop being cold?

"I just can't be a human for you." Rio was holding too much inside her veins. "I don't remember how to live anymore."

She was slipping away. She was melting in the air of doubt.

"I will remind."

"you don't have to."

"No." You caught her glance. *But I want to."

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So, hear me out:

Rio was waiting for the right time to help Agatha wake up. She was amused by all the shenanigans. By how easily residents of WestView were guiding Agatha towards deeper madness.\

But not everyone were cruel. You never were. When Agatha was spending delusional evenings in your bar, you were almost kind.

Soon enough you noticed new customer. Alone in the furthest corner of the bar mysterious visitor was always watching you. Almost too close, almost too intense.

"This one on the house." You brought Rio three shots.

"Absinthe?" Well, Death had to admit you had style.

"Well, thought it was on brand. You know..." You gestured on the green velvet jacket. "...with the theme."

That was... interesting. She didn't have interaction with ordinary people.... who knew for how long.

She winked and just like that green liquid was gone from the first glass.

"Not bad. You know I remember the time people considered it a hallucinogen."

"Yeah, in 1912." You squinted. "And for that age you look amazing."

"I sure do." Rio tilted her head. Apparently she was content with whatever she was evaluating. "Bring the bottle. I'll tell you amazing stories of the past"

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Had to attend award night a couple of days ago and just...

Rio seeing you in black silk. Almost sincere smile with a little arrogance in your eyes.

Her being always around with her hand almost on your waist. Rio didn't expect you'd get so much attention. Sure, you were successful in your field, but others were constantly stealing your attention with questions and congratulations.

It didn't take long for her to feel venom of jealousy. You could practically feel her disdain towards others. It was palpable, it was rotting.

"You're enjoying attention?" she was sharing her anger with you. Her whisper was louder than anything in the world.

"Just an obligation."

You tried to stay calm. Even her nails dug into the skin of wrist. Fabric could barely protect you from her fury.

"I know you enjoy it. The way they look at you, they way they devour you. Have you forgotten to whom you belong?"

Electricity was pouring in your vain. Fuck, you are going to pay for this moment of triumph.

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Rio being amused by her drunk girlfriend.

Since Death herself can't feel any affects on her condition she loooves playing with her needy and vulnerable girlfriend.

Rio adores your thoughts and dreams. They are very human and close.

She plays with you, she inspires you, she always supports you.

You remember too well when for the first time you became open and emotional. Rio never had that, she never lost control.

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Well, we definitely could have established relationship with Rio.

Just a concept.

Rio letting you go to fight Scarlet Witch. With all the strength, power, knowledge and experience she didn't know how to prevent the inevitable.

Her last kiss, her last touch. All she knew she couldn't influence the outcome. She wasn't allowed to.

You helped her remember. You helped her forget. You helped the restore the faith in good.

And now the great belence was to take you.

"Don't go." For the first time she was pleading, for the first time Rio was vulnerable.

"I have to, my love. The greater good."

Her smile consisted of words, the most tender.

Her gaze was full of promises, the most passionate.

Her fingers were full of devotion, the most truthful.

"I want you to stay by my side." Rio was holding onto you. Her nails digging into your skin.

You brushed away her concern. It wasn't important. Finally it was you call for battle. You were to be part of justice, of greater good.

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Just for a second imagine...

You are part of Wanda's coven. Scarlet witch managed to assemble the best of the best. You were second in command.

You knew about her plan, you were close. As close to a friend as it is possible.

Rio dor the first time in thousands of years decided to intervene. Death herself didn't want Wanda to win.

She lured you into a trap. She kept into a dungeon. Days and days you were with Rio. She didn't approach, she didn't stay for long.

Until one day she walked into a cell. With her dagger, with her crown, with her cold calculation.

"You like when I play with you, don't you?" she purred into your ear.

You couldn't move, you were restrained. You felt her cold on your bare skin.

You of all people knew how alluring black color of the magic was.

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Death was inevitable.

You knew it, you felt it, you experienced it. All these years your existence as if was borrowed. Changing places, changing people, changing lives.

You didn't age. You didn't feel. You were stuck in the the neverending loop of lies and deception. You forgot who you were and where you came from.

Your jobs were unremarkable, your entourage - dull. No personal belongings, no memorabilia. Even your memories were almost gone.

It was a usual thing. You were spending your evening at work. For the last few months you were working at the restaurant. Blessed time. You could be on your own.

You heard the door open. But you did lock it.

"We're closed."

One look was enough to recognise her. Just a second and your heart almost burst from your chest. It was her. The inevitable, the dark, the devouring.

"Well, I opened the door. I hope you don't mind."

She was weirdly normal. No skull, no greens, no crown. She could fool anyone with this disguise.

"What are you doing here?" You were ready to protect yourself. Your magic was almost palpable.

"That's a weird question." She crossed her arms. "I came to see you."

"How did you find me?" You were hoping tables and chairs could slow her down. Even a second could be valuable.

"What kind of question is that?" Her amused laugh was an insult to the reality itself. "I never lost you."

"No. no. no." You shook your head in disbelief. "I am protected from your sight. Sorcerers..."

"Oh, those idiots..." She was adorable with her barely hidden disgust. "Noone can be hidden from me. And..."

With the wave of her hand all the obstacles disappeared.

"'... we're bound, my love. remember?"

With a flick of a wrist her way to you was covered in flowers. She made the first step.

"Stay where you are."

"Fine, fine." She looked around. "Nice place. You like working here?"

You couldn't believe it was really going on. Rio was almost polite. You were almost broken. What if she was telling the truth? What if you were never really hidden from her?

"Not much of a choice."

"Really? Sourceres lied to you about protection and they made your existence unbearable? And people call me evil."

"You are."

"How?" Rio was offended. Childish reaction to an unpleasant truth.

"You manipulate people into bringing you more souls."

"Oh, I do hope you're not being serious. I'm the guide, not a murderer. People always make their own choice."

Now it was your turn to laugh. Comedy indeed. With Rio having the main role.

"How dare you..." you took a few steps towards her. "When it comes to you, there's no choice at all. Not even an illusion. Not even for the living."

You were boiling with anger. You were shivering with fear. For so long you tried to avoid this.

"You're not being fair..."

"What are you doing here Rio?!"

"I want us to be together." She pointed to your heart. "I want you to come home with me."

Of course. Why even for a second you believed that you could be free. An illusion, your life without her was nothing more than a dream. She could easily shatter it with one word, with one move.

"We never had a home. We never..."

"Of course we did..." Images of your past appeared.

Yes, Rio did create a world for you. Just and simple. You could do whatever you wanted, you could be whoever you wanted. Everything was easy. And you were loved. Your home was with her.

"Rio..." Everything that was sleeping inside of you suddenly was awake. Yes, memories were appearing again. You felt overwhelmed. But then you gasped. No, you wouldn't allow her to trick you again. "... I won't allow you."

"I don't understand." Rio said under her breath. "I gave you the time and you're still angry."

Genuine confusion. A triumph for you.

"Time?"

"Yes, I gave you 100 years and you still don't want me..."

"You gave me?" lamps started flickering "I ran away from you!"

Oh, this was torture. Rio tried to get closer, but you raised your hand. A warning. The air itself started vibrating.

"The important part is..."

You invited the wind, it was silencing Rio.

"You wanted me to be trapped in your pocket dimension. You don't remember this? Veins of your world that were holding my wrists." You rolled up your sleeves. "Your creations always leave scars!"

"I made a mistake. I gave you the time...."

Rio's words were just an echo. You were once again reliving your worst nightmare. You were trapped. You were betrayed by someone you loved.

"What do you know about time?" You were so stupid to believe that you had a chance. You left the world you loved just to be dragged back in by someone who cursed you.

"I can heal them."

In a blink of an eye your scars disappeared. Painful reminder of your dreams, hopes and stupidity. How soothing it was to feel Rio's black power on you. Where the fuck was your survival instinct?

"It doesn't change anything. I left you."

"I wanted only to protect you."

"With a cage?" Now it was your time to show illusion. Shackles appeared around Rio's wrists, pulling her closer to you. "Do you feel protected?"

Where was her confidence? Where were her tricks? Those shackles were the weight of her guilt.

"I didn't want you to leave me like the others. It was the only way."

It was so simple for Rio. She didn't hesitate, she didn't think. It wasn't a game. It was so trivial.

"You broke me." You were choking on your tears. "You took away everything. Why tonight?"

"That day I broke the rules for you." Rio once again pointed to your heart. You remembered how her touch felt.

"I didn't ask you to."

"No." All the restraints disappeared. "You never had to."

One last step.

"You cursed me."

"I gave you the only thing I had." She touched your cheek. "And then I've made the worst mistake I ever could."

You hated her. How she was capable of showing deepest love and greatest disdain. Mistake? You were the one who had to pay for it. And now she was calling you back.

"We are bound." You shared the same black blood. Immortality. Her gift. What was the point of denying it?

You took the last step. It was so easy to find comfort in her embrace. There were tears in her eyes. Clouds of loyalty and promises.

Years of suffering were erased only because she called you. How could this be possible? Her breath on your skin was enough. It was so easy to give in. You shared the same life. It was so easy to convince yourself of her good intentions.

"Rio..." 

"Let's go home my love."

Death was indeed inevitable. 

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Hey, just curious, why do you write Rio with green eyes? Aubrey's eyes are brown, and I don't think she used contact lenses in the show

Yup, brown.

But death canonically can change her appearance. That was my cheat code to kinda tie everything together.

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You almost missed the meeting regarding the new exhibit. You had to validate a few showpieces. Books mostly this time. On one of them... what was it... runes... Red cover with rubies, one could think it was painted with blood itself.

Your own reflection in the stones was teasing you. This object was powerful, it was alluring, it was dangerous. You didn't notice how others left.

You were left with the book in the storage. Who created it and why? You were not new to artifacts of presumed witchcraft. But this... it was different. As if the blood on the cover was instantly flowing changing the shades.

Oh, it was one of those days. Time didn't matter.

"Fascinating, isn't it?"

"Oh yes, it is." You didn't even look up. "Have never seen anything like this."

"Oh, I did. A very long time ago. This book belonged to ruthless people."

"What?"

She was a foreigner in this brightly lit room. Nonchalantly sitting in one of those uncomfortable chairs. When did she come in?

"We need to close the storage. All your colleagues left a few hours ago."

Hours? Really? What was she even talking about? You checked your phone. A few missed calls and messages.

Brunette was smiling at your confusion.

"Have we met before?"

"No, I'm instead of Jeff."

"What happened? I saw him yesterday."

"Oh..." Brunette was kinda lost for an instant. "He had to leave. You know. Another department. My name's Rio".

She stood up and very officially offered you her hand.

"Pleased to meet you. My name's..."

"I know everything about you."

Rio was still holding your hand. Maybe you did see her before. Those green eyes. They were mesmerising.

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A few days passed. You didn't have time to examine the book, but you kept thinking about it. Weirdly your thoughts were coming back to it. In what circumstances something like this could be created? What was written there?

You wanted to feel that book again. Sharp edges and ancient pages.

From the book your mind wandered to the stranger. You asked your colleagues. They knew Jeff was gone, but who was instead of him - no idea. You wanted to see her again. you wanted to lose yourself in those gentle touches again.

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A few more days. You were giving a lecture. Confident and charming you were in your element. Until you noticed those green eyes amongst the audience. Rio was catching your every move, your every word.

"You were amazing." Brunette caught you after the class. "Truly a master of your craft."

"Well, I do have a certain area of expertise."

"What a tease."

Oh, now you were definitely blushing.

"I haven't seen you at the museum." You tried to find a more safe subject.

"I was busy with other projects. I'm kinda like a consultant for confused people."

You nodded. Why was looking at you like this? As if expecting something, as if waiting for the answer.

"Well, you did find the time for the lecture."

"I found the time for the lecturer."

"I appreciate both the time and the effort."

"Yeah, you have no idea how determined I can be."

Rio winked at you. She was busy, she had to go. She chose to leave you with just a hint of satisfaction.

"Oh, and the book., It is waiting for you."

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Rio was right. You had to concentrate on your work. Exhibit was approaching, your input was needed. You were spending more and more time with the remains of the old times. You were spending more and more time with that damned book. Those runes were not known to you. As the symbols. Looked like an interpretation of the maiden-mother-crone myth, but there was a green halo around them.

"You need coffee."

That wasn't a question. With Rio nothing was.

"Thanks." You took a sip "Oh, double espresso. How did you know?"

"Had a feeling, you like it... intense."

"Sure."

"So..." Rio nudged your shoulder to get all the attention she always required. "How is this thing going?"

"Good."

"And this?" She pointed at the book.

"Waiting for the answer from a few colleges."

"Well, I'm sure the answer is going to be fascination. But..." She took your phone and bag without asking. "you need to be someplace else."

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Why did you even let her command? You just blinked and suddenly you were near an old theater.

"Magic show?"

Rio had tickets for the first row.

"What can I say? I was always fond of illusions."

It was noticeable. She was cheering even for the simplest tricks. She adored theatricality and tension. Except for maybe the tricks that involved cheating death. Yeah, Rio huffed in annoyance a few times.

"Well, this is not how I expected my evening to go."

Street was completely silent. You and Rio were the only ones who decided to enjoy the autumn night.

"I can tell you how all the tricks worked."

Oh, for sure Rio knew.

"It's your hobby?"

"Let's say, I've seen these shows quite a few times."

"That would destroy all the magic part of the performance, don't you think?"

Rio stopped, snapped her fingers and in the other hand a flower appeared.

"Oh, you're smooth." You laughed at the present. "So, you're into tricks."

"No, I'm more into magic."

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It was a book of protective spells. It was supposed to save from evil and wrong, from hungry and desperate. And not protect, it was supposed to hide from the sight of darkness. Someone was supposed to be hidden in the blood of the killed. You spend hours trying to find the recipient of this protection.

"Well, that's an interesting observation." Rio put her legs on the table. You were having a dinner at your office. "Amazing."

"I'm glad you're happy with my research."

"I truly am. Do you know how those spells are supposed to be activated."

"I assume by the blood of the protected."

"Yeah, guess it could work." Rio shrugged. "Witches were never that imaginative."

It became some kind of a routine. At the beginning you didn't see Rio at all. But now she was always near. With lunches, coffees, books and affection. And whatever she was calling magic.

Rarely you could feel comfortable with someone so close. For years you preferred to be on your own. It just never clicked with anyone. But Rio... she knew you. Your tastes, your dreams, your desires. Her affection was a given, just a fact that you stumbled into. It was a weird feeling. Like you were continuing to live something you never had.

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"I don't think you're doing it right."

You could feel Rio was close. Her hair was almost tickling your neck. There was no need for her to stay right behind you. But it apparently was the best spot to watch you translating the text.

"You're being a little distractive, Rio."

"How? I'm helping. This sign here. It clearly doesn't mean death."

"Well, that's a woman with a skull instead of a face."

"I'd say she's more about the natural order of things.'

"Maybe."

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You were working more, you were sleeping less. You were distracted. Your dreams changed, in them you could freely read the spells. Voices without purpose were helping you. Sometimes even Rio couldn't have you all for herself.

"I brought you something."

"Huh?"

Rio was holding a dagger. Black stones, same runes.

"Just don't play with it often."

"Where did you get this?"

"It was here all the time. Kinda lost in the mess."

"Yeah."

You didn't care whether she was lying or not. Was it the other part of the story? Was it the threat or help?

You took it. Heavy with cold and sharp with pain it fit your hand properly.

"Every witch was supposed to have such a dagger." Rio took the knife. "Usually it was carved with the symbols of a greater entity, You know for protection."

She was holding your hand, caressing the palm with the cold of a steel. Still dangerous, still deadly. You didn't dare to look at her movements.

"And what entity protected this blade?"

"I think you know. You read the spells."

You could feel your skin almost succumbing to the blade. But it was so much more unbearable to have Rio so close. She was the perfection itself. You didn't care about the blade, you leaned into her.

"Fuck." you muttered under your breath. But it was too late. Your blood was spilled.

You were her prey, Rio pushed and you and the blade cut deeper, but you didn't care. She was kissing you, she was hurting you.

Dagger fell on the floor. Without breaking the kiss Rio guided your hands to the support of the table. Your wound touched the book.

Suddenly the pain shot through your whole body. You wanted to scream, but Rio didn't let you. Holding you, making you feel her passion, brunette was only deepening the kiss.

You opened your eyes. The room was on fire. Games of the primal flame were everywhere. Everything was melting away. Instead another reality was forming.

You groaned into the kiss. It was familiar. It took all the strength you had to push Rio away. She was breathing heavily.

"What the..." you looked at your palm. It was healed. "What... what happened..."

Those voices were right. Rio. It was all because of Rio.

"It was the only way..."

Her voice was trembling. You heard this already. Her plea, her apology.

"I know you." You took the book from the table. Now those spells made sense. "Rio Vidal."

"I thought... " She was choking on her regret and doubt. "I thought I wouldn't be able to find you."

"I remember..."

Rio gently touched your cheek. You didn't feel it. Suddenly there was a wall with the thickness of centuries.

"My love..."

"It was always you, wasn't it?" Your fingers were tingling. "You were always the reason."

"I don't..."

"They died because of you."

"What? No."

You grabbed her wrist. You were strong, stronger than you remembered. Purple magic was pouring from your veins. It didn't let Rio move.

"Because of you all those people were dead. You attacked innocents."

"No."

"My coven tried to hunt you. And in return you destroyed others."

'"No, no, no. These are not your memories. It's an illusion your coven gave you."

You pushed her. Rio was the plague. You remembered it. Your sisters warned you.

"I will banish you from here."

Rio didn't even think about defending herself. She needed to let you be closer.

You grabbed her by the throat. Rio only obeyed. You needed to cut out her black heart.

You waved and the dagger appeared in your hand. You were calling for your weapon. It returned to the magic that created it. But the second you were ready to swing, it burned you.

You were holding the same knife Rio gave you. It wasn't possible. Your enemy was protecting you.

"No. It's not true..."

Yes, you didn't remember. But what if... you were holding a piece of your old life. Rio was in every cell of your body. How long were you like this? How long were you far from her? You were still washed over by hate. But not because of Rio. No, you couldn't hurt her.

"I can help you..."

You shook your head in disbelief and disappeared in purple smoke.

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You didn't know where to go. The life you remembered wasn't yours, just as a life you were living for the last who knew how many years.

Your sisters betrayed you, they were not the only ones. Such strong magic required the assistance of the sorcerer supreme.

It doesn't matter what you were thinking about, you always were coming back to Rio. She saved you, she broke the spell. But if she was the one lying. What if she forged the blade? No, no, not possible. Not your Rio. Your Rio? What these weeks meant for you? Were you in love?

Not only your head, your blood was boiling with magic. You forgot this feeling. You were trying to control the shaking in your hands but it was just getting worse.

"Rio." you whispered.

"Yes, my love."

She appeared in front of you. Her crown was glowing in the dark. No point in playing pretend anymore.

"This blade belongs to me."

Rio nodded.

"You're the entity that is protecting me."

Nod again.

"What happened?"

"They wanted to separate us. They were afraid that you would have special treatment. And with that become too powerful for them to handle."

"Special treatment?"

"Yes." Rio hesitated. "You were the only one who could have my... favor."

"I don't understand."

"You could be invincible. I wouldn't let anything happen to you. You were one of the more powerful wielders of magic. And that was a dangerous combination. So they hid you. Sealed you in the book. It took me centuries to find you."

Your heart was aching. If it was true, your life was taken by those whom you considered family.

"And we..." You blinked away a memory. "Did we ever have a garden?"

"Oh, yes." Rio dared to come closer. "I created a pocket dimension for us. Just us. We could do whatever we wanted."

"I also remember that Rio is not your only name."

She was dreading this moment. For her only hope was left. But for you it was finally the beginning. Not the memories, but affection was guiding you. All those memories of Rio's betrayal. You had to trust your heart. Hate wasn't yours, it wasn't real.

 Yes, it was the truth. It was always Rio. The only thing you wanted was for her to be your reason for existence. And it only could be explained with memories that you couldn't fathom.

You were gravitating towards her. It was easier for you to believe in the ghost of ancient love than lose Rio. Your Rio.

"No, it's not."

For the first time Rio wasn't looking you in the eyes. You had to lift her chin. She was barely breathing, she was barely even functioning, waiting for your sentence. Regal entity reduced to a mortal.

"I'm in love with Rio, but Lady Death..." You pulled her into a kiss. This time your powers entwined with the glow being almost unbearable to be around. "...is a part of me."

"I will help you remember. I will help you return everything they've stolen from you."

"Oh yes." You smiled into her skin. "Right after I punish those who separated us."

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You were protectors, you were fighters, you were the reliance itself.

You never had any ties with anyone. Just one of the faceless leaders of the coven.

For centuries you were destroying entities one by one. Those creaturs never had any right to dictate mortals their fate. Not toys anymore, not pawns.

You were hunting her for centuries. Soulless embodiment of hunger and pain. She was the never ending void of pity and despair.

She was Death.

Your sisters created a cage. Every element soaked with the blood of innocent and lost, tears of tortured and destroyed.

Chants were ancient and unbroken with your sisters sacrifices their strength one by one.

During the full moon, during the storm, during the agony of nature itself a figure appeared with a roar.

"How dare you!" her cry was devastating. "I will destroy every single one from you!"

Cage was suffocating her.

"Leave." You said to the others.

Death took off her cloak. You didn't expect a maiden. With raven hair and gorgeous eyes. You always imagined her as a crone. On many paintings she was as such.

"you can't contain me here."

"I'm not going to." You pointed to the cauldron. "Bones of gods and celestials. Enough to erase from existence. At least for a few centuries."

Death screeched and laughed.

"it's not enough."

"we'll see."

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Your sisters needed to prepare. You personally guarded the prisoner.

"you lost your family. I remember this, protector. They didn't suffer."

"What do you know about suffering. They died because Titans were fighting. They chose to do it not on their planet. They brought war here."

"It had to happen." it was almost remorse. In her voice you could hear the weight of millions cries and please. "I can't control it and neither can you."

"you can leave us alone." You were getting angry. Which was unexpected and unacceptable. "your deals, your tricks. They destroy us."

"if people want to be destroyed, it's their choice."

You hit the cage with the power ball. Death didn't flinch.

"Oh, protector, you have despair in you. Do others know?"

"One more word, death. And I will silence you."

"Rio."

"What?"

"I have a name, protector. I'm far more human than you think."

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What is more preferable. Since I'm very much obsessed with Rio.

More shorter concepts about everything or fewer but longer stories (like the one about three dates)?

Or I guess you can always hit the inbox

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Well, clearly. Rio can be vulnerable. And it could go something like this

Maybe, just maybe there was a witch who lost everything. No hope for you, no future. Only consumed by revenge you wanted to know the reason for this pain.

Who made those desicions, who fliped the coin? Why your sisters were taken, good and noble people. Why not villains, bastards and killers?

You wanted the answer, you craved for it. It wasn't until nich later you learned about the embodiment of death. Creature of immense power, she could help you, guild you, reveal the grand design.

You became obsessed. You needed to find her, to talk to her. You needed her attention. You needed her to pay for everything.

But the only way was to offer her a deal. To talk to death, you need to become to become her harbinger and executioner. And than during the most vile of moments trick her. You wanted her to vanish.

You found a spell. Thousands of years it was protected by the midnight sisters. But you were too determined to win. To free everyone of Death's reign.

You crossed the line. You took a life. And Death appeared in front of you offering a deal.

It wasn't a horrific monster, it wasn't an embodiment of torture.

She even had a name. Rio. She had features of a maider. She was so much more flesh and blood than you expected. You thought it was an illusion

You hoped it was. You were to execute your plan. You were to lure Death itself onto a trap.

You didn't think that in time you could feel something more than disgust. What if it was never Rio's fault? What if she needed a guide herself?

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Rio had to take you. It was never choice. Only obligation. She never cared, she never thought, she never wondered. It was simple.

You sacrificed your life fighting Thanos. Part of the Avengers, your mission was larger than life.

You were calm, you were greeting her like an old friend.

"Why did you do this?" Rio couldn't help but wonder. Rarely she saw selfless people. Rarely she was accepted as an equel.

"it was the right thing to do."

You didn't give it a second thought. It was never a choice for you.

You were smiling. You were not scared.

"they won't remember you. There will be no glory, no eulogy." Rio levitated closer.

"I don't need all that."

"In the grand sceme of things what you did is just dust in the wind."

You shrugged. You didn't want to prove anything. You didn't want to explain. Why did death even care?

"you have taken thousands of heroes."

"Yes. But at the end not many remained noble."

Rio was trying to understand. Why you didn't plea or bargain. Why you were offering warmth, an embrace?

"I'm not afraid of you."

"You should be."

Yes, you were supposed to be afraid. Where was the grimace of fear and disgust. Maybe she could talk to you? Maybe she could spend some time with you? A long time ago Rio was curious, people for her were more than just faceless creatures.

"Where are we going?" you followed her through the portal.

"to my realm. I want to know."

"what?"

"everything."

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Just a thought. You had a concept about a reader who is a healer. But what about a reader that is the embodiment of life? That goes around healing and Rio watches from the shadows. Until eventually they both meet properly in Agatha’s Coven.

YES!

I could write that, love

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This blog out of a sudden kinda turned into Rio concept/fanfiction page.

And yeah, cool, I guess.

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After Agatha chose to forget Rio, she's changed. For centuries just wondering aimlessly until she met you.

You were the second witch to make her break the rules. But this time it was so much more. She gave immortality. She paid with a piece of her black heart for it, fusing it in your veins.

You were bound to be together. You became her angel.

Until she was tasked to take Wanda's son. Agatha saw the opportunity. She wanted to cheat death again, she wanted Rio to be her puppet again.

Could Rio forget everything she had with you only to come back to the person who almost erased her from existence.