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"I'M PRETTY SURE YOU HAVE WITCHCRAFT RUNNING THROUGH THOSE PRETTY VEINS."
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BORN FROM HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE, the Children of Elysium were fearless creatures, with eyes like daggers and nails as sharp as their tongues, completely ruthless by nature — it should be known now that the Shadow World was not a home for warm, welcoming beings, oh no, rather it be a place of malicious creatures of the night, with glowing dark-red eyes and teeth to blind their victims. A home that was unknown to Rosemary Almasi, a dark haired child born from the lingerings of the last of the Hellfire, with her eyes so deep and skin so smooth, with her neutrality and cunning nature acting as a beacon of hope to change the tales told of a place who birthed Children of Fire, as she was the prophetic child, the true born sovereign of a place so overtaken by despair and prejudice. As she was, the rightful Queen of Purgatory.
Purgatory was home for the Children of Elysium, it served as an ironic safe haven for the coven of witches (and a rightfully so dying breed of wizards), who once ruled the Middle World before being ambushed from their home on this plane — red-eyed children ripped from red-eyed mothers, only for both to be burned at the stake, in hopes of silencing the reign of enchanted beings from their home.
