▌𝔉𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱
𝐈𝐈. Nightwing's Witch
───── Cassie 19-year-old Shadysider, lived a happy life although one day her parents got divorced. she was forced to go to Sunnyvale with her father without saying goodbye to her friends, and most impor...
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𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟: •┈sᴏʟᴏᴍᴀɴ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ┈•
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴏɴ 'ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙'
It brought me under the house, I could still hear men calling out my name. I walked backward touching something. It was a pig's head or something I couldn't see that well, There were dead animals everywhere, as I continued crawling I saw a ring with a small fire in the middle.
...
The smell was awful, Hannah's dad's name was carved onto the wall, and a familiar book was on the floor. I went on my knees inspecting the dark liquid around the circle, The book...why would Soloman
I put my hands in slowly still traumatized by the last time I put my hand into something I don't know, My other hand holding a torch trying to process what the weird liquid was.
"What the hell" I muttered slowly, I pulled my hand out and looked at the black reddish substance rubbing it together. I blinked a few more times looking around, Something caught my eye. the book
I ran over to it making sure I don't accidentally burn it, The flame roared its heat so close to my face I was sweating.
The book was on the page I looked at a few nights ago, I felt the familiar rush of panic as I scanned the page. Soloman how could you
I heard footsteps from behind making my head turn and my eyes met with familiar Green ones I can't believe it, the man I trusted with secrets
His eyes widened, he looked like a mad man, and to be honest I was kinda scared. I wanted to slap him, no I wanted to kill him with my own hands. I told him everything and he betrayed me, Anger rushed through my blood.
"It's you" I felt my whole body shaking with fear and anger, "I'm still me, I'm always been me only I've been tired of watching fortune turn a blind eye at me" He tried to calm me down, This man was the nicest, Caring person I've met, and he turns out to be a greedy pig.
"Soloman, How could you" I whispered, I felt like crying but I wasn't going to waste my tears on a cunt
"How could I what? Take what we all want?" He walked closer to me making me back up "What we all came here for?"
"Shut up" I muttered
"Power, prosperity, Legacy?" We continued walking around the circle that was surrounded by black blood If that's possible
"consider Sarah, a single soul" He pointed to the wall that had the name 'Cyrus Miller' Carved on it, "just one"
"Pastor miller" I whispered "And in return, what no amount of praying could ever bring one person every few years seems like a small price to pay"
