" I'll give you a key. You could create your own heaven or hell, however. I'm not responsible for any unwanted guests, after all... 𝙃𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. ' 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙝𝙚? ' 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨𝙠? 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. "
Magic User / Curse and Curruption.
✎ #LostLittleWitch
You want to know what I'm doing here. Or why I'm here and I can tell you why I'm here. And the answer."
The witch smiled, a smile that turned into a grin showing shark like teeth as her grin widened more than what should be possible.
"It may anger you as to why I'm here."
" Abigail willams.. a name I haven't heard in a long time. If you're curious, I'd recommend you don't be."
Abby said with a smile poking the side of her head and made her way back to the seat she occupied.
" you know who I am or you don't know who I am isn't the question++
"Abigail Williams... I know of your story. But you are something more than just the girl I've read in the books. I can tell... Something lives inside of you."
Head slightly.
"I'm not amused in the slightest." She said with a frown.
" I've developed a type of sweet tooth to counter the sour taste towards humanity. That's how I cope with my demons. We go on dates also. I could feel it in my cold, black heart."
She proclaimed.
The witch frowned.
'Perhaps such things are considered irrational and unrealistic.'
She thought with a shrug.
"Humanity experimenting on humans, Humanity's a plague. Perhaps a plague that's rooted down to deep into the core to simply remove."
She proclaimed shaking her++
And I saw it. The light faded from his eyes as his body went still. Only moving with the current. And then I assumed that was it. 'Pop' goes the weasel."
The witch said with a smile. However, Narcissa wasn't able to see the smile or gleam in her eyes.
"Taking a life is nice."
"That's quite alright."
The witch proclaimed happily, perhaps a little two happy. Just remembering how she she tortured and killed her own mother brought a smile to her face.
" Fear... Say, Narcissa." The witch said, looking at the girl.
"You've ever asked yourself+
Narcissa was quite taken aback by the sudden excitement the little girl has shown over her 'being bad'.
And the subsequent story she uttered was also... Quite something. Narcissa was curious to learn more, especially about how this girl was able to achieve everything she ++
"My first kill, my mother. And the last kill was someone who thought I was a friend. Why would I want a friend whose expected lifespan is 80 years? That's laughable. So, I humored him.. then dragged him to the deepest depth of the sea where he cried and begged+
@TheMxgeKiller " Yes, survival of the fittest. After that I rebuilt everything in my image. They were all happy!"
She exclaimed happily, failing her sleeves around.
"Like puppets. Happily and excitingly. Mother often reads me bedtime stories. They cry a lot filled with tears. " she said.
@TheMxgeKiller I'm taking a seat again, leaning back.
"I remember my first kill... it was my mother. Claimed me a monster. Burned me alive, but I didn't feel anything. My own father died trying to protect me. No one else. So I returned the favor in kind. Survival of the fittest I call it. "-+