Chapter 1: In the Name of Evil

Yami Marik entered his throne room. The room filled with his followers, the ones who despised good as much as he did. The witches, the beautiful spellcasters he called his own. His evildoers, his cohorts, who gathered every Saturday in his name. In the name of evil.

"My witches!" He threw off his purple cloak, slumping down on his throne. "Are there any new recruits, Jocasta?"

"Yes, three," the young woman, his second-in-command in case he should fall ill, answered, stepping forward. She swept her arm to three lovely young ladies, one with blonde hair and green eyes, the second with white hair and blue violet eyes, and the last with thick black hair and yellow eyes-- not gold, yellow, like a cat's eyes. "They are Julie, Brittany, and Alex."

"Their coven names are-- Jupiter, Bronach, and Ankh. Give them their robes. While Jocasta is doing that, everyone else-- disrobe and proceed with the kiss of death; the last four to do it will be Jocasta, Jupiter, Bronach, and Ankh."

Yami Marik had 42 followers, now 45 because of Jupiter, Bronach, and Ankh, and they were all female. Every time they gathered, each one kissed him on the lips after they disrobed, and he crushed a white mistletoe berry, which were poisonous to humans and could cause death if the juice entered the body (which was why he never did the kiss when he had a cut on one of the fingers he used to crush the berry because he didn't want to risk it getting inside him and killing him), on the particular witch's forehead as she did. As soon as one of them broke the kiss and the juice of the berry began to run down the witch's face, she had to hurry and wipe it off before it reached her lips. That's why it was called the kiss of death. Each woman or girl who performed it, which they had to or they were no longer his follower, put herself on a gamble with life or death to show that she would always serve him and be loyal.

His followers' coven names were Adrie, Arieda, Biliku, Cellineu, Coise, Dairine, Dyrus, Eira, Eviela, Fancy, Grizelda, Hynn, Inanna, Indrani, Jocasta (of course, she was his top witch), Kora, Kerena, Laurelle, Lyra, Madonna, Malvina, Malika, Nita, Nathalya, Oralie, Petra, Portia, Quill, Queenie, Rati, Romy, Silkee, Stormy, Tempest, Thunderstorm, Tacita, Ursula, Venus, Wendy, Xaviera, Yasmin, and Zula. He'd chosen their coven names carefully based on their given names. Their given names were Adrienne, Arielle, Brigitte, Celine, Corinna, Daisy, Dolly, Elle, Evie (AKA Evelyn was her full given name), Fanny, Gretchen, Hylda, Ichigo, Ionia, Jillian (Jocasta's given name), Kira, Karen, Laurie, Lynn, Mari, Mallory, Malta, Ninette, Nana, Ophelia, Peta, Porscha (he'd spelled it alternately so it looked more solemn and dark), Quinn, Qien, Ralli, Riley, Sine, Sunny, Tammi, Tracey, Uma, Verity, Wilhelmina, Xell, Yvonne, and Zinnia.

They also had codenames. They were for if they went on a mission. They were too tedious to list all in one place, but Jocasta's codename was Starscream.

"Have we any missions to complete today, Jocasta?" Yami Marik asked after all the coven members, Jocasta included, had performed the kiss of death.

"No, my liege," Jocasta answered in a bored voice, which she sometimes had during coven meetings when they didn't do anything.

"Well-- then, I suppose, just put the music on and dance."

Jocasta pressed the play button on the stereo, and dark Evanescence music blasted from the speakers, the lead singer Amy Lee rocking out.

"Perfect by nature

Icons of self-indulgence

Just what we all need

More lies about a world that

"Never was and never will be

Have you no shame?

Don't you see me?

And you know you've got everybody fooled

"Look, here she comes now

Bow down and stare in wonder

Oh, how we love you

No flaws when you're pretending

"But now I

Know she

"Never was and never will be

You don't know

How you've betrayed me

And somehow you've got everybody fooled

"Without the mask

Where will you hide?

Can't find yourself

Lost in your lies

"I know the truth now

I know who you are

And I don't love you

Anymore

"It never was and never will be

You don't know

How you've betrayed me

And somehow you've got everybody fooled

"Never was and never will be

You're not real

And you can't save me

And somehow now you're everybody's fool."

Jocasta stood by Yami Marik's throne as the music played, watching the other witches twirl around the dance floor. Yami Marik looked at her. "Jocasta, why aren't you dancing?" he asked, rather concerned for her. After all, she was his second-in-command. And it wasn't like her to sit by and not dance.

"No reason, really," she answerd, looking and sounding tired.

"Really?"

"I'm just not in the mood to dance today."

"Ah." He fingered her long, thick black locks. "Why, are you getting sick?"

"No. Listen, d'you mind if I step outside for a moment? I need some air."

"Go ahead."

Yami Marik looked out over his coven. Suddenly, Dairine rushed up to him. "My liege, I am sorry to bother you, but Portia and Grizelda are having a spell fight in the bathroom again!" she cried.

"What about this time, Dairine?"

"From what I understand, Portia was washing her hands, when Grizelda came in and called her an ugly hag, and instantly Portia erupted in anger and fired off a spell!" Dairine was talking fast-- she was the one who upset easily. "Now, there are toads covering one half of the bathroom, and the other half is splattered with snakes made of spaghetti!"

"I'll take care of it, then."

He opened the door to the bathroom. "PORTIA, GRIZELDA!!!" he roared at the two young women. "CEASE AND DESIST!!!!!"

Portia dropped her pale hand to her side. She'd been about to cast another spell. Grizelda did the same.

"Girls," Yami Marik growled. He glared at the room, which was a mess. "Was this your doing?"

"Yes, sir," the witches replied, looking down shamefully to avoid their master's lavender-eyed gaze.

"You two will clean this up." He turned, his cape sweeping around him in a sinister fashion. "Without magic, and you better either find homes for all these toads or dump them into the lake."

"Yes, Master."

Yami Marik walked back out and saw that Jocasta was back inside, sitting quietly at a table, drinking red wine, reading Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice. He sat down beside her, sliding into the next seat, and put an arm around her. "Hi, Jocasta."

"Hello, Master."

"What cha readin'?"

"Queen of the Damned."

"You know, that phrase could have potential to apply to you as well, Jillian."

"Okay, I'll bite." Jocasta closed the book, marking her page, and faced him. "What the hell are you talking about, and why are you using my real name?"

Yami Marik took out a box, and opened it. Inside was a diamond ring, which he presented to Jocasta. "Jillian, if you agree to marry me, you will no longer be Jocasta, coven member. You will be Jocasta, my mistress, the queen of the damned, princess of the witches. What do you say, Jillian? Will you be my spellcasting witch bride?"

Jocasta looked down. "I am not sure. I will get back to you with my answer at our next gathering, my master."

"Alright, no rush."