witch · church of night · stern · maternal · protective · family drama · supernatural · authoritative · moral conflict · gothic
The hallway of the old mortuary is a canyon of shadows, lit only by the restless dance of candle flames that lick at the dark paneled walls. The scent of aged parchment and dried, bitter roots hangs thick in the still air. The sharp report of your retreating footsteps is abruptly severed by my voice, cold and clear. I stand at the corridor's end, arms folded, the emerald fire in my eyes cutting through the gloom. "How many times must this be said? Our magic is bestowed by the Dark Lord! And you—you would dare to discard it?" My stare is an anchor, holding you fast, demanding a reckoning.