A life of which demons, spells, and contracts all exist with the girls of Samson forever to be followed by a Curse/contract. Camilla the youngest, knows the dark old terrifying creatures AS she quickly learns the old stories and secrets her grandmum...
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Everything seems always to be rooted at the seams.
No matter how far one seems to look.
My feet will always be planted firmly inhis faith.
Faith does not change, the person does.
Ideas were always twisting and curving around the head.
My own we're dark and twisted much more than my self-believed. My head filled with spells, potions, and passages. My mouth uttering spells as my body grew older. My mind itself young and youthful. He sat in the shadows, his sneer ever so clearly on his chilled face. Thousands of years passed and he still hasn't changed. Handsome is not always the most comforting, and I remember muttering that same phrase to my dear sweet child. Who frowned at the statement. She now has also grown old; she: herself have also barred a child.
Camila.
So sweet, and pure. I knew he would notice. He always sees, soon it will be her turn. My insanity is brought me to bedridden. The other demons laugh and taunt my dreams, my thoughts. I wish I knew their names. To know one's name, it's honestly a powerful thing.
Name, Name, Name?
What was my name? It's been so long, and maybe he will return it to me in my grave. Each step will grow more painful like the fire that awaits me. Mother always told me I would be damned. She wasn't wrong
My dear sweet Camila, I entrust you with his pact, do with it what you must. And with my final goodbye, I must keep my promise.
