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Trouble brews in the town as innocent humans grapple with demonic profanities and the tyranny of selfish higher powers. Fear and despair grip their hearts, each day a struggle for sur...
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Fiona treaded cautiously along the winding path leading to the church, her black cloak billowing around her like a shroud of secrecy.
The sun hung low in the sky, reluctant to relinquish its hold on the day, casting long shadows that stretched across the barren earth.
With each step, she felt the ground beneath her feet wither and decay, the dark veins coursing through her skin pulsating with newfound strength.
As she approached the dilapidated church, its weathered facade loomed before her, a haunting reminder of past sins and forgotten prayers. The wooden door groaned in protest as she pushed it open, the stale air inside thick with the scent of burnt dust and ancient ashes.
Memories flooded Fiona's mind as she crossed the threshold, her senses on high alert for any sign of danger. She remembered this place all too well—the scene of her family's demise, their cries of agony echoing in her ears even now.
It was a time when witches and religion clashed violently, a never-ending struggle for power and control.
Standing in the dim light of the abandoned church, Fiona felt a surge of bitterness towards Celina for choosing such a place for their meeting.
But amidst the bitterness, there was a steely determination in her eyes—a vow to exact revenge, to tear away the happiness that had been stolen from her.
For Fiona, it was a simple choice: either they would never lay eyes on their children again, or their children would never lay eyes on them. And she was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure that her enemies suffered as she had suffered, to keep the balance of power firmly in her grasp.
"Celina!" Fiona's voice rang out, filled with frustration and urgency, as she stood in the center of the room, her eyes blazing with intensity.
"I'm right here, no need to yell," Celina responded casually, her tone laced with amusement as she entered the room.
"It really has been forever - You also seem to have lost your glow," Celina remarked with a smirk, her fingers delicately tracing her jawline as she openly assessed Fiona, a hint of condescension in her gaze.
"Cut the bullshit and give me what I want," Fiona demanded, her patience wearing thin, her voice tinged with agitation and a hint of intimidation at Celina's unwavering confidence.
