Chapter Seventeen (Edited)

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She had no birth name, yet she had many names.

Mother of all.

The mother.

Mother of all witches and warlocks.

The creator of witchcraft, it's master.

The great unholy one.

The witch turned God

Goddess of all unholy

Goddess of witches

She was an origin story created by the gods who had damned their previous creations.

She was the first witch.

And though she was the first, she had grown bored of her life as God amongst her own creation. Xiongst the creation even the gods never expected her to create after they made her. And yet she was the creator of all witches, they didn't wish to accept her as such though. She was stuck in the endless loop of being God yet not reaching that pedestal in her creation's eyes.

She craved to end it...

And so, she did.

Amongst a long-fought battlefield, out of the eyes of the war companions of a fallen warrior, she placed her soul within his. He was dead but his soul had yet left his body. She would not save him, no, she would simply reincarnate with him. Their souls would become one and she would be him as he would be hers. Together with him, the first witch would live out a new life with her vessel, living peacefully as he created his life laid out by the gods.

And through his eyes she would see...

Past.

Present.

And awaiting the grand future.

~Notes from the Son-Kim Grimoire

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