New Orleans Wiccan Academy

New Orleans Wiccan Academy

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There's a legend of 7 young witches that will one day come together and form the wiccan council. They will be balanced out by the seven wonders: Transmutation, Concilium, Divintation, Pyrokinesis, Descensum, Telekinesis and Vitalum Vitalis. As well as the seven deadly sins: Pride, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Sloth and Gluttony. The hosts are: Selenite= Pride and Transmutation/ Teleportation; Ruby= Greed and Concilium/ Mind control; Cara= Envy and Divination/ Mind reading; Laurel= Wrath and Pyrokinesis/ Fire; Keira= Lust and Descensum/ Soul out of body movement; Datura= Sloth and Telekinesis/ Object moving with mind; Calla= Gluttony and Vitalum Vitalis/ Taking or giving life to a person.
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the pretty ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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