Witches' Masquerade

Witches' Masquerade

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After years of humans waging war on witches, all of them had died out. Except for one... Atropa, a witch who'd lost all of their friends, lives far, far away from the human race, in a tower standing tall among the surrounding snowy mountain ranges. Atropa was lonely. This loneliness led them to spiral, becoming more manic as each day without contact with anyone led to them falling into a deep depression. They resorted to making a doll for company, blessing it with the powers of a witch, and with sentience... They were called Libby. And each day, Atropa began to grow more addicted to making these dolls. To having someone to talk to... But that all changed when one day, Libby ran away. Usually, they'd allow their creations to run free, just as long as they didn't get hurt... But Libby ran away out of fear. Out of a deep seated longing for freedom... And Libby ended up running into people just like her. Now, the witches were all coming together to help humans realise they were no enemy, hoping to be accepted among all humankind. (Cover art by @kikiyooo_f)
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I'm weak and broken, tormented by monsters that keep reaching for me, touching my body, hurting me, living marks on my skin and soul. I don't know how it feels to sleep without waking up in the middle of the night sweating, incapable of defending myself, too afraid to scream for help. Until I meet him. He is strong enough to cast away the nightmares, to fight my demons scaring them away, to erase my scars with his tender touch. He teaches me to fight back, to be strong, to scream for help because now there is someone always coming to my rescue. Because now I have someone who loves me. Now I have him, my beautiful warrior, my soulmate, my leelen. We might not have met like normal people would, but again we are not normal and we are definitely not people. Even so our bond is stronger than anything and anyone. But finding my leelan is not the end of my story, it's just the beginning...

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