Dancing with the Devil

A True Witch

Twas done... I was now a True witch blessed with the blood of Satan's hands... how I long to touch his hands...

December 11th 1888, 6:06:07am: Dear journal,

there I was, laying in the grass bed, symbols on my hands.. dead leaves in my hair. I don't believe I was in any danger anymore. I had sudden urges to make my selfish kind accept me... and if they didn't well let's just say I wouldn't hold back with my new discovered power. I won't take back what I did, I pledged my life so he could be risen from his slumber and so it'd stay that way...

Present Day, December 14th 1888, 4:00pm :-

I needed to do one last thing before going back which I'd wished could of been easier, I needed to take care of the missing Sarah problem or I'd definitely be suspicious returning to Mirkwood without her...

I'd had a spell in mind for awhile, it'd last until the next solar eclipse which meant the spell would last a hundred years, or more. It was one which would make Sarah be forgotten whenever mentioned. It was cruel... and I did feel bad but I must if it meant being able to see my family again... as well as my beloved lord. This particular spell wasn't as easy as previous spells were, I needed more then just rocks and twigs. I needed an animal carcass... one with enough blood to create a circle on the ground fairly visible to ones eye, so it had to be thick... I'd also need five sticks each about a metre long to create a star in the centre of the circle. I also needed five wax candles which would sit at each point of the star. Finally the last thing I needed was myself and crushed up malachite to spread amongst the rest of the materials. The woods were quite populated with wild animals so it wasn't hard to find something... spotting a wild hare. I used my well practiced abilities and snapped its neck...