Disclaimer: The following story discusses particularly sensitive and mature subjects. Although everything is safe within a T rated fanfic, more sensitive readers may find some moments frightening or disturbing to a great extent.

To be clear, this story was NOT written to be dark and disturbing just for the shock value. Minor spoilers. The point of this fic is to show how traumatic experiences can effect someone's personality and their view on life.

And also, this is a horror fic.

Seriously, this fanfic is a lot darker than the usual DuckTales fare. If you're not sure if you can handle a more mature story, please don't read this.

Out of all of Scrooge McDuck's enemies, the Sorceress of the Shadows herself, Magica De Spell, was considered by many to be his greatest for many reasons.

Sure, Flintheart Glomgold dedicated his whole life and soul to besting Scrooge and one-uping him whenever possible. But his complexity addiction and overall pettiness kept him from actually doing significant damage to his business rival's life. If anything, Scrooge mostly considered him just a pesky annoyance.

Magica on the other hand was a completely different story. Originating from a centuries-old blood feud their families started before they were even hatched, she and Scrooge had been locked into a violent clash against each other for many decades. And she was more than willing to carry out her ancester's wrath.

Thankfully, the poor citizens of Duckburg didn't have to live in fear of Magica's persistent spell casting and curses against them for too long. Fifthteen years ago, Scrooge and Magica fought a bitter battle atop her volcano lair of Mount Vesuvius. With the lunar eclipse at hand, increasing her magical powers by an exceedingly large amount, she intended to seal Scrooge McDuck into his most prized possession, his Number One Dime. A perfect ironic hell.

Unfortunately for Magica, Scrooge was able to reflect her spell back at her, resulting in her sealing herself inside his dime. Yet, this was not the end for the Shadow Queen's reign over Mount Vesuvius and the shadow realm. As right before she was completely sealed away forever, Magica cast a spell over own shadow, bringing to life a young teenager which she promptly named, Lena.

With Lena carrying her source of powers, and herself as her living shadow, Magica assumed the role of master over her puppet.

Although Magica was technically Lena's mother, she asserted herself as her aunt. And it made perfect sense. With her as the aunt in power, Magica could control and order Lena around without getting into a close mother daughter relationship.

Magica's plan of revenge, while not simple, did eventually work. Fifthteen years after her and Scrooge's battle, Lena, who had been cursed to be unable to age, met up with Scrooge's housekeeper's young granddaughter, Webby Vanderquack.

Magica intended for Lena to pretend to be Webby's friend in order to get close enough to Scrooge to steal his Number One Dime and regain her body with the power of the upcoming lunar eclipse.

Definitely not according to plan though, Lena had grown close to Webby and didn't want to continue to manipulate her anymore. After a traumatic nightmare of Webby's death at her own aunt's hands, Lena decided to come clean about Magica and her own origin.

But thanks to the nearing lunar eclipse, Magica grew strong enough to completely possess Lena's body and took the role of stealing Scrooge's dime herself. Much to Lena's dismay.

Fast forward two weeks, after several sleepless nights in Lena's body, not to mention invading her personal space way more than usual. Magica was finally ready to regain her old body.

And she did.

With a maniacal laugh and incantation she had prepared for over a decade, the Shadow Queen had finally returned to fulfill her grim vengeance upon clan McDuck. After successfully sealing Scrooge inside his Number One Dime and pulling Lena back into her shadow, Magica began her attack on a unsuspecting Duckburg.

An attack that surprisingly didn't last that long, as Scrooge's friends and family quickly came to his rescue, resulting with Magica losing most of her powers. Significantly making her less of a threat than usual.

Yet, this loss of power still didn't discourage Magica from the grim vengeance she craved.

After failing to get Lena back on her side and getting at Scrooge through Glomgold, Magica came to a certain realization. It was not Scrooge himself keeping her from wiping out all of clan McDuck, and it didn't take long for her to plan out her next act of vengeance...

Deep within the walls of Doofus Drake's treehouse mansion in the wealthy part of Duckburg, four particularly malicious figures stood around a large bubbling cauldron with a ominous pentagram drawn underneath it. A magical red glow illuminated the dark corners of the room along with several lit candles that danced dim light across the walls.

"Dragon's tooth... "A shadowy figure held her open hand behind her back.

After five seconds of complete silence, the figure began to raise her voice.

"Drag-on's TOOTH!"

After another five seconds of ignored demands, the figure spun around to see her incompetent teammate admirimg the large incisor in his gloved hands.

"How do you suppose those guys kept these babies so clean?" A tall beagle boy in black clothing wondered aloud, completely unaware of his orders. A sharp slap to the back of his head quickly knocked him back into reality.

"OW! What was that FOR?!" He turned around to see his disapproving mother glaring angrily at him.

"Give, her, the tooth." Ma Beagle pointed past her son at an impatient sorceress standing in front of the cauldron.

"Sorry..."

The moody sorceress snatched the tooth from out of his hands and dropped into the boiling red liquid. It dissolved almost instantly.

"Hmph. If it wasn't for your vast knowledge of magic, you'd be nothing but a worthless pawn to me."

The sorceress looked back at her list and crudely checked off 'dragon's tooth'.

"Werewolf hair..."

"Riiight here..." The billionaire child Doofus Drake emotionlessly walked up to the cauldron with the discolored hair and smelled it.

"Ahhhh. It reminds me of my dear little Mister Wagglesworth. He was such a funny little creature."

"One time, he got a terrible cold, so I put him in the microwave..."

Both Ma Beagle and Black Arts stared silently at Doofus in shock while the sorceress simply dropped the hair into the cauldron.

"I don't think he liked it very much..."

The shadowy figure excitedly paced past Ma Beagle and her son while reviewing her list.

"You know, I think I'm starting to like this kid."

Ma Beagle groaned. "All I knew was that he was some reclusive rich kid that antagonized one of Scrooge's brats over a month ago."

"But so far, all that he proved was that he won't be winning any pet owner of the year awards..."

"Like you said." The sorceress looked up from her list. "He is an almost infinite source of funds and resources. Not forgetting the conveniently haunted mansion that we can use for a hideout."

The figure walked up to her bubbling cauldron and cleared her sore throat.

"Ahem!... Skulls!"

"...One order of skulls, comin' up." A particularly deep and menacing voice emanated from one of the dark, shadowy corners of the room.

It only took a couple of seconds for a masked figure in a cape and torn hat to emerge from the inky black darkness. In his hands he held three empty skulls, recently separated from their lifeless bodies. The figure couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself, holding literal symbols of death itself in his grasp.

The shadowy sorceress scooped up her final ingredients and looked them over.

"Thanks Jim darling." The sorceress gave her gratitude to her masked companion.

"Hey, no trouble at all... Magica." The former acter gave a sharp toothy smile with a look of unfettered insanity on his face.

As soon as Magica dropped the skulls into the cauldron, a thick red smoke immediately filled the room. The powerful stench of blood and death leaked out into the rest of the mansion. Jim took a deep breath and let the foul smog enter his lungs.

"Ahhhh. It reminds me of-"

"Don't, tell us..." Ma Beagle simply interrupted.

"Yes! YES! It's working! It's working!" Magica leaped into to the air in excitement.

"The spell is finally ready!"

"Great. Now what?" Ma Beagle asked in a sarcastic manor.

Magica just silently laughed to herself. "Allow me to show you..."

"Black Arts! My wand."

The sorceress grasped a small black wand away from the beagle boy and dipped into the boiling blood. After the tip of it starting burning, Magica waved it in the air and began her incantation.

"O great Morning Star."

"High in the dark sky so far."

"Lend me the powers that I lack."

"So that I may subdue my foe, Webby Vanderquack!"

"ABRA! DUCKABRA!"

As soon as she finished the incantation, a pillar of red magical power erupted for the cauldron and flew threw the roof. After creating a massive red storm cloud above Duckburg, the huge mass of magical energy shot back down into the mansion and consumed Magica in smoke. Both Ma Beagle and Black Arts backed away in fear as Jim and Doofus just closed their eyes, enjoying the smell of werewolf hair and death in the air.

"Ma. I believe Magica is messing with powers that even she cannot comprehend..."

"AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Magica laughed loudly from inside the smoke. After all the magical smog had finally merged into her body, the sorceress took a step out of the darkness, revealing herself as nothing but a rotting skeleton in a dress and cape. Although her flesh and feathers where lost in the inferno, her eyes sat perfectly intact in her empty skull.

"BEHOLD! In my wand, liiees the strength, to fracture the COSMOS!"

Thunder crashed in the sky as reality itself was almost ripped apart by Magica's mere stare.

"I will make the worlds tremble at my slightest scowl!"

"Yes little Vanderquack! Quiver in fear! For I am Magica De Spell! Your worst nightmare..."

"Well, what do you think?" The skeleton sorceress turned around to her lackeys.

"...You remind me of my dear sweet Gummeemama when they put her in the ground." Doofus finally spoke up.

"Of course, she was much less lively..."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Magica looked over her slender skeleton figure.

"So, uh, what was that about Webby again?" Ma Begale walked up to the undead witch.

"...Ah yes, Webby Vanderquack." Magica began. "A name I won't forget for as long as I live."

"Uh, but you're not alive." Ma Beagle corrected her.

"Technicalities. Now! Webby Vanderquack." Magica shivered.

"That pesky brat has constantly foiled my plans against Scrooge McDuck! Her commitment to that old duck and his pathetic family, irks me."

"If it wasn't for her, Lena wouldn't have betrayed me and stolen my powers. Leaving her aunt, with NO POSSIBLE WAY, TO WIPE OUT CLAN MCDUUUCK!"

Magica's screams of rage echoed throughout the room.

"But, I have a plan. A plan that will annihilate Scrooge and his family. And it involves that little pink one known as Webby."

"Heh... She thinks she's soooo strong and smaaaart, invincible from the horrors I have to offer."

"So, what's the plan? Is it complicated?" Ma Beagle asked.

"Oh, no no no no. It's not complicated at all. It's quite simple really. We kidnap the little brat and drag her back here. Force her into becoming my obedient slave, while torturing and humiliating her in the process. And then, order her to kill off Scrooge McDuck's friends and family while he watches helplessly from within his Number One Dime! Any questions?"

Ma Beagle and Black Arts just stared at Magica, while Doofus and Jim seemed pretty okay with the plan.

"...And you get the deed to Duckburg, while Doofus here gets his 'precious'. And then Jim gets... What was it that you wanted, again?"

"Wanton, mindless destruction!" Jim proudly announced.

"Well, this definitely counts."

Magica walked over to a table and placed an antique crystal ball on it.

"Now, before we invade McDuck Manor and take the girl, we have to make sure that they're actually home and not on some death defying adventure."

"Crystal ball!" The sorceress began. "Show me, Webby Vanderquack!"

Soon after the fog inside the magical artifact faded away, a clear view of Webby inside the mansion illuminated the room. A view which made both Ma Beagle and Black Arts cringe in disgust.

"Yep, she's definitely home..." Ma Beagle covered her son's eyes.

"Just look at her." Magica relaxed.

"Completely oblivious of her upcoming doom."

"I've seen enough thank you." Ma Beagle pulled her speechless son away from the table while Doofus and Jim continued to watch the child through the crystal ball.

"Hmmm... She's a lot smaller than my past ones." Doofus adjusted his thick glasses.

"Oh well. What's the harm with a smaller one this time..."

"Oopsy!" Magica chuckled to herself. "We're forgetting a teammate. We have a Webby, three triplets, a Violet Sabrewing, but no Lena. Let, me, think..."

"Yes! YES! It's perfect! Magica, you're such an evil genius."

"Ahem."

"From the world of darkness and shadows I did loose demons in the name of Circe to torment clan McDuck! But with my new, special powers. I shall bring back the soul of my greatest idol!"

"I, Magica De Spell! The last disciple of Circe, call forth, the goddess of magic!"

"HOCUS! PORKUS!"