Bored to death at home..

Zita. She'd been wallowing about her large castle very depressed and unhappy lately. All that could be heard through the silence of her castle were melancholy sighs and huffs every now and then. Something was rattling Zita's chain lately.

"... I'm so bored. There's nothing to do... No one to see.. No place to be. My Witchlings rarely even see me... My daughter is god knows where... Maze and Khrona are doing their own thing..."

Zita sighed heavily, slumping down in a chair.

"... There's nothing for me... I'm less popular than poison ivy... Siiiigh.."

Zita was feeling neglected and ignored. Sure, she was ruler of the entire Witch province, but she was still a person. Rulers are people, too. They aren't created just to dictate to other people.

"... I'm so boooored and aloooone..."

Yeah, Zita was depressed.

In the very darkest corner of the room Zita was in, there was a newfound presence... A malevolent one, to a slight extent. It was dark and foreboding, something that this castle wasn't known for. The faint sound of hissing, slithering and chain rattling...

"... The hell is that noise?"

Seemed as though Zita could hear the odd noise very clearly... One because her house didn't make that noise, and two... The dark presence was uncommon.

"Who or what is there?"

She could see an odd energy in the coming from the corner of this room... Definitely not her own.

Upon inquiry, the black apparition slithered out of the corner and over to Zita. It was a very large snake's head attached to what seemed to be a chain solidified from the evil it unleashed from itself, the chain being green and black. The snake being rose to look Zita directly in the eye and began to speak.

"I am the Nox Nyctores Geminus Anguium: Ouroborossss... and you seem to be in a bit of despair, my dear..."

The Ouroboros started to sway back and forth, not ceasing from looking at Zita's eyes for even a moment's time.

Zita tried to look away from the snake thing, but was somehow mesmerized by the rattling of its chain... She was a witch of Chains... Her eyes were locked on it.

"Yeah, what of it? It's just been a little... slow around here lately. That's all. Nothing I can't fix."

As the snake started to sway slightly, so did Zita... following its every movement.

When Zita began to sway, Ouroboros started to slither closer and closer to her... inch by inch, its eyes almost touching Zita's now.

"If that'sss the casse... I wouldn't have appeared before you... Come now, Head Witch... Your depression brought me here... I could feel the longing for another presssence... You want company, and I can be your sssole companion... Everyone elssse has turned their backss on you, correct? Why not embrace me... We connect so well.. We'll be bound like a chain..."

Ouroboros now slightly started to wrap around Zita herself as she was mesmerized by its eyes and swaying. It had already chosen her...

Zita felt as if she were intoxicated again just by looking at this snake being for too long... a sort of devilish ecstasy of sorts... her eyelids began to droop as she seemed to be under some sort of hypnotic power.

"... Yeah... That's true... I love chains... You'll be my weapon..."

As Ouroboros started to wrap around her, she gripped the chain gentle and started to caress it slightly, feeling rather... excited about doing so. She started to pet the face of Ouroboros itself, smiling fully now.

The Ouroboros finally totally wrapped itself around her, seeming to fit perfectly around her elegant body...

"Yes... And we shall ensure your happiness by increasing your cruelty... Cruelty is fun... it shall make you happy and entertained... We are one now, Zita.. You may summon me at any time you wish..."

With that, the Ouroboros disappeared in a crackle of green and black electricity of sorts. It was within Zita's grasp at all times, even if not presently visible in the area. That was the Ouroboros. A butterfly knife would appear in Zita's hand, and connected to it was the part of a chain... The back of the Ouroboros, the neverending chain.

The embrace of the chain made Zita feel oh, so good... She even touched herself just a bit. As it disappeared and the butterfly knife was in hand, she suddenly knew just how to summon the power of the Ouroboros when necessary... However, she also felt a lot less depressed and a little more blatantly cruel than usual. Hm.

"Ah, sweet, sweet success... Ouroboros..."

She cackled maniacally and fell backward into her bed, laughing and laughing the day away...