Daughter of the Dark: Brotherhood of Death

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After that, it was a long time before I dreamed about him again. I didnt know it at the time but it had something to do with an ancient pact some ancestor of mines had made.

My family was into witchcraft and shit. Me though, I was Ray Charles to that shit. I ignored my mother Rena saying she could read the stars and her sister Ruth with her damn Tarot cards.

My grandmother though, now her, I believed to be a real fucking witch. She was mean as a snake and the morning I came down after dreaming so hard, her ass had the nerve to ask weird fucking questions.

"Did he come in you girl?"

"Whoa grandma what the fuck are you talking about," I was trying to fix some damn cereal. How she'd known about the dream was beyond me.

She yanked my face and peered close. "Ruth cast the runes."

There was silence and then the clatter of the glass runes being thrown.

"Nothing momma," I heard my aunt say and I shook my face away from her.

"He reveals himself again, dream or human form, you do as the dark god commands girl, you hear me?"

This bitch was certifiable. "Got it grandmother."