A Rebellious witch. Hidden powers. A Forbidden Night. the discovery of Cursed decks of Divination, will throw our poor Hayuka witch into a dark whirlwind of doomed maledictions :
* Left out as Soulless witch
* Trapped by the Dämelies
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✨BY THIS CANDLE I SHALL SLEEP. HIDDEN IN THE DOSING DREAMS SO DEEP AMIDST A DAMELIE'S CHAOTIC NIGHTMARES WEEP.I SHALL CAST YOU INTO MORE REWARDING REAP.✨
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Suddenly I find myself dosed in endless. Sleepless. Dark unknown Vortex. My body soared in the middle of nowhere while my soul was weighed unconscious, my brain barely functioning to realize fully the severity of my very trapped state it was as if I were already ascending into the other realms, the sacred bridge between life & dead and me carelessly negotiating, hardly like I said I am feeble numb creature stuck because of stupid. Reckless deal. Worse with a tricky Damelie itself, how very wise of me indeed but i guess i couldn't blame myself as I was going to die anyway, I had to take anything worth sacrificing for my poor pathetic unyielding soul to live and thus ended up in black pit maelstrom, imprisoned for who knows how long until i hear the faintest musical hums of drums being pound incessantly on, my breath hitches in cold sweaty breath fearing that peculiar feeling of familiarity, flesh bristling in a kaleidoscope of high alert as it's volume only keeps increasing furthermore tantalizing my eyes in whirls of spins as to my dread the once stilled vortex is now being thrown in angry pivoting waves.
An uproar of turmoil as i am unfortunately swept within its swiveling slick commotion, dazed by some loud wicked hypnotizing drums i am being thoroughly dragged by my very tail hair to the pits of this maleficent maze of eddy swift obsidian murals from a very nonchalant potent vortex. as i fall mercilessly into this hypnosis parallel of doom i abruptly could feel the sight of breaking through ritual: undecipherable spiraling tree branches' circles then oddly other crimson cryptic whorls of triangle draws .
registering late because of my drowsed brain that i am being confined dangerously into profane perhaps even forbidden Sortilége ceremony,i try to dismantle myself of it as much restraint as i could muster up from my weighed down, spellbind limbs, as a consequence, it angers the shed up twisting unholy system furiously emerging whithering harsh clasps of spelled galvanic chains unto me,i wail in tremendous pain as they cut excruciatingly through my throbbing bleeding skin. Locking me in a claustrophobic jumble play of reaping through weird Languas & symbols maddeningly twirling up & down around me. All of a sudden i feel an impossibly powerful jousting spirit possessing me, riping churning burns through my chest's bones, sprinting sluggishly muscular locks throughout my body,i roar in aching howls till the surging incantation spells blind themselves unto me. The endless greying crimson light shone cosmically bright engulfing my whole soul into a red oblivion.
Everything happened in such crazed haste ,exactly when my numb eyelashes fluttered open to its awful reality i was already falling to remark the dreadful nearness of my soon-to-be killer.
