Act 1 Scene 1

It's a full moon on a crisp night, yet the air is thick with malicious intent. Three witches converse in the woods, when suddenly their cauldron illuminates brighter than the Northern Star.

Witch 1, Ursula: Oh look, our dearest Dark Prince sends us a message.

Witch 3, Medea : Quickly, we must see!

The second witch stirs the cauldron and words rise above in smoke.

Projecting words: The planets will align in three nights. It is then that the veil between this world and mine will be thinnest allowing my inferno doors to open.

Witch 2, Lilith: Oh the eternal joy - the true king will join us and make this world ablaze with his dark light!

Projecting words: You must find a virtuous soul and twist it vile with sin. This soul must kill three, cause the death of two, and be the final victim to fall once their eternal spirit has become so drenched in bloody guilt it is black as night.

Ursula: Such a simple task it seems, but where o' where will we find a soul so pure yet so ready to commit such acts?

Act 1 Scene 2

We digress from these weird women who plot mischief to the wife of Macbeth, dissatisfied with her pleasant yet simple life.

Lady Macbeth: As I gaze out the window into the eternal abyss of the night, I look back on my past affairs in sorrow. I was raised by kind people, in a humble house. I fell in love with the chivalrous Macbeth. He became the most noble knight and now we live in the king's castle; but how I ache for something more. I desire more challenges in life than just being the lady of my beloved thane. I should be something more! Maybe a brisk walk through the woods will give clarity.

Lady Macbeth is walking in the woods when suddenly she hears…

“...ready to commit such acts?”

Lady Macbeth [to herself] : Whoever would be in these woods so deep into the evening? [to the woods] Hello? Who goes there?

Ursula: Why, what have we here? Such a pretty maiden. Lost in the woods perhaps?

Lady Macbeth: I am not lost! These are my woods that I walk to ease my troubled mind. Who are you in my woods?

Ursula: I'm sure you've heard of us before. I'm Ursula, and these are my two sisters Lilith and Medea. But enough about us, what troubles you my dear?

Lady Macbeth: Oh, of course, you three are of the cursed; so well known for dabbling with the devil. I do not wish to lay my life's misery on the ears of witches, but I am so lost in my own peril that I must speak my heartache to another soul - even three souls as damned as yours. I wish to be more than a wife and lady, for my mind is much too clever to only be such a simple woman.

Medea: Clever indeed, oh so clever I am sure.

Ursula: Well, my girl, it happens we need a clever lady such as yourself to help us.

Lady Macbeth starts to walk away, shaking her head.

Lady Macbeth: I shall take no such actions further with wretched creatures such as you, nevertheless help you. I may have already damned my soul just by conversing thus far!

Medea: If you be so clever, then you surely know only hearing our words will do you no harm. Listen to our proposal.

Slowly, Lady Macbeth turns back to the witches.

Lady Macbeth: By all that is good, I hope you are right, as you have piqued my interest. Fine, what have you to propose?

Ursula: We seek a person with wit as sharp as yours to help us bring home a dear friend. In repayment for helping us, we can make you queen.

Lady Macbeth: Queen? Are you absurd?

Ursula: Not in the slightest, fair girl. Think over our offer, and while you ponder we shall set up the path to take that will make you queen - next to your noble husband as king of course. If you find that this track is not for you, then simply do nothing. Do nothing as you have been, and nothing will change. Yet if you see the opportunity is too great to pass, all you must do is walk the road we pave and the throne will be yours.

Lady Macbeth: I have no trust for witches or your trickery. I wish to not hear anymore of your lies or deceit.

Lady Macbeth leaves.

Lilith: Whatever will we do, sister? She may really be too clever to fall for our ploy.

Ursula: We shall do as we said and make a trail to the throne, unbeknownst to her, as a trail that will leave bloody footprints of those who follow it. Her intelligence is no match for her desires, which we will enhance as she is the key to freeing Lucifer. But for now - I think it's time to pay a visit to Macbeth.

The witches laugh, Lady Macbeth returns to her chambers, and a single howl is heard through the night. The trees whisper as their branches brush in the wind.

Something wicked this way comes.

End of Act 1