The frivolous waste of the upper echelon is what fuelled the re-emergence, but it was not what sparked it.Seven wispy whispers fell from the mouths of the reformers, eroding the long-lasting stability of the fringe. Only the ebbing congeries remained to till the torn totem. If Friday began before the last, it would have none to witness the withering clouds of disdain beyond the slaughter. Only severance remained as hope f...
Witches, eh? Those strange folk, running around, worshipping Satan, sacrificing goats, listening to heavy metal, drinking the blood of the virgin and killing without mercy. Boils and pustules, warts and flying broomsticks. Death and chaos, killing everything in their path in a selfish need to exist. I’m a witch.I look quite nice, actually. I get the occasional spot and occasionally eat blood, in the form of black pudding...
