Coven Noire

a trickle of your blood is all it took and now you are of visions of great wealth and promise that line your mind, the subconscious tug present as you sit on the dank chamber room floor, one single, red candle in the middle of the room. The face of a grim hag searches you as they pass over to you a grimoire, opened, A quill found and an inkwell filled with your red crimson river from the ceremony before hand. With quill in hand, you begin writing. in scarlet, you write your signature and believe that you are doing the right thing, but not so surely as the hag takes her hand, and clutches your throat, filling your body with strong and heinous energies as you squirm and rile in agony. Welcome home sweet sister, sweet brother.

-Written by Vynri