Aria sighed, she'd managed to get her self lost and the setting of the sun didn't help much, that didn't stop her from blaming the Greek god of the underworld for not having the consideration to try and drown them near some kind of building, or some kinda enclosed space. As she rounded a tree she felt a presence she was familiar with in passing and groaned "Not now ..." the presence grew closer as Aria stiffened her self for some kind of an attack, how ever the attack that came was not one she was expecting. A rift opened under her, and dragged her into a dark place, away from the reach of the others.
She struggled against the tethers dragging her down, but to no avail, and with how the had a hold of her she was unable to teleport away. After a few moments she felt the pull stop but was still shrouded in darkness, she could still feel the spirit around her somewhere but couldn't pinpoint where to blast it and be done with it "Where are you, you hooded bastard" she muttered to her self as she looked for her captor.
From the shadows, seemingly every direction, a voice laughed lightly. The voice was deep and masculine, yet had a raspy quality which defied proper description. "Where am I? Why... I'm everywhere little demi-goddess. Or, should I say, WITCH!" It said, before returning to it's low laughter
Aria tried to lunge at the voice, but the restraints didn't let her get far, and instead pulled her down to her knees, her gaze still scanning for a viable target, but now angry, if there was one thing that still got her it was being called a Witch.
"Oh... did I upset you little Witch?" it said, not even trying to contain it's amusement. "What's wrong; you don't like being called what you are?" it said before going silent for a moment. Then, from Aria's left, a voice called out "WITCH!" Then, another did so from behind her. Two more, then four then ten, then more than can be imagined. Each was said in a distinct Texas accent; mimicking her former friends, The voice's built to cacophony, a veritable orchestra of "sing-song" shouts, all screaming the same thing; "WITCH!"
"I. AM. NOT. A. WITCH!!" Aria shouted back, pushing against the restraints holding her down, only to have them pull her back down, now starting to dig into her a little as if to say 'stay put', instead she tried shooting at the voices, she knew they weren?t real people, but found her self unable to open fire. With no other recourse and the voices only growing around her she clasped her hands over her ears and started muttering 'its not real, they aren't there, just ride it out' over and over, hoping the spirit would slip up so she could destroy it.
As Aria placed her hands over her ears, the voices, all at once, stopped. "No" the spectral voice said, his voice rolling over her and through her hands. "you aren't a witch. If you were a witch, your parents would be alive." As he spoke, the darkness cleared slightly. From the shadows, a pair of powerful white lights appeared. For a moment, it seemed like the spectres hold was weakening, until the rest of the vision came to light. A steering wheel appeared in front of her followed by a large, bug-stained windshield. The white strikes on the pavement became vivid. The lights in the distance grew larger and larger, for just a moment, Aria could see them; her parents. They had a look of terror on their faces. Her mother reached out to cover the little girl in the back seat, her father pulled at the steering wheel but far too late. Time seemed to slow, imprinting the dying faces of Aria's parents into her mind. Then, in a flash of light, they were gone again. back to the blackness. As the darkness returned, the voice spoke again. "You could have saved them. All it would have taken is a single blast of your magic to push the truck back into the right lane. A single teleport could have pulled you all away to safety. Instead, you just let them die. I suppose I can't blame you; you just didn't want to be a lonely little witch with no friends. You didn't want to use your powers because you knew what the others would call you." it said, seemingly whispering into her ear, though nothing was there to speak. As he finished, the cacophony cried out again "WITCH!". "So-" the voice said, "-you let them die, bleeding out on the pavement, betraying all their love for you."
Aria froze, eye wide as she was forced to see the death of her family again, what was worse, the Wraith was right, she COULD have done something, COULD have acted and saved at least one of them, but didn't, and it always haunted her she didn't do anything, when she knew could have done something save least one of them, maybe both. Aria tried pulling away from the Wraith, and a gain was held firm. She opened her mouth to say something but the words failed to come, in there place, tears, she began to cry.
The Wrath - noticing her attempt to pull away - laughed again. "I can't let you go just yet little witch. I still haven't delivered my message" it said with another low laugh. "Do you know where I cam from little witch? I followed you and your... friends... out of Hell. It's a dark place down there. The place where all souls eventually go. It was there I met them: your "parents". They told me all about you little witch; how you let them die. Even now they're in that abyss, wondering why you didn't save them." he said, the words rolling from his invisible tongue. "They hate you little witch. They hate you so much they asked me - they told me - if I ever found you, to only call you "Witch"; because you don't deserve their name. They are taking it back "Aria Valentine"; from now on you're only Little Witch." he finished, the vitriolic words pouring from his mouth. As he finished, another scene appeared before Aria. It was a kitchen; "her" kitchen. They were standing there, speaking in low tones. "But what if she really is a Witch?" her mother said, before turning and staring at Aria's door. "We don't know who her REAL parents were; what if they practiced the Occult?" she continued in hushed words, turning back to her husband. For his part, Aria's father just stood there, the same fear in his eyes where his voice would not go. The vision faded. "They never really loved you little witch; no one ever did. Not them, not your school friends; none of them." he said, continuing.
A new vision of her old friends appeared. They were standing in her old school, whispering. "I hear she thinks she can see ghosts" one said, followed by another "She's such a freak". Another; "my parents say she worships the devil in that barn of her; that's why she was gone for that entire month: she was sacrificing all the animals to her dark master." The whispers grew faint, but thousands more came in to fill the gap in sound until nothing but the sound of whispers - devoid of words - and the vision faded. "No one has ever cared about you little witch. Even your new friends couldn't care less about you." it said, as a vision of the demi-god team sitting on the beach around a warm fire, laughing and eating; warm and happy manifested. This one quickly faded. "They haven't even noticed you're missing; or maybe they just don't care. After all, you've done noting to help them in their quest have you. You're just a burden. That must be why Dan left you." A new vision appeared of Dan, sitting in the Norse divine court, feasting on an endless supply of food, drink, and women; a look of content on his face. This faded quickly as well.
