Morrighan's Prophecy
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Ireland, 528 AD. Named as Celtic Goddess of War at birth, she was a dangerous and clever midwife - witch who slept with the two most powerful men in her time at the night of Samhain. One of them brought seeds of demon king, Balor the Evil Eye; conceiving dangerous offspring in her body at the same time. Her mysterious pregnancy got her burned at stake during witch trials in her village.
Resurrected from her ashes by Be Chuille and Dian Cecht, Celtic Goddess of Witches and God of Healers from the realm of Tuatha Dé Danann after her death for centuries, she found herself still pregnant with the baby and got a lot of visions about destruction and apocalypse caused by her unborn child. With a mysterious raven as her only follower and companion, she had to stop all the prophecies to happen for purifying the unholy traits of her unborn child before childbirth and her resting place in peace.
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