The vampire's personal witch

"I can't live like this anymore. Anything-anything is better than this. Gods, demons, anyone who can he

her mind, hollow and unending, a desp

ike venom. A toy to be broken, a wasted existence-was that all she was? A pitiful girl scor

oices sneered. Who asked her to endure us

o useless!" The words still cuts Seraphine like a blade."You can

bag of the witch's union. Seraphine had never had a friend, never known love. The only affection she had ever received was

when most witches would have felt their powers surge, Seraphine was left with nothing. S

her cruelty, always made her wait outside with her wounds festering before finally calling her in. By this point, Seraphine co

to hypnotise herself into sleep, she needed to have the strengt

y, she wanted to scream, cry, to finally fight back, but she couldn't. Instead, she

om the sight of you? I wonder why the witch elder insists on ke

l run away," she thought, mustering up the courage she had been cultivating for years now. She had held onto a shred of hope that the world might show her a

were torn apart, their pleas for mercy drowned in the laughter of the witches. The Witch Elder, a man with eyes cold as obsidian and a heart

barrassment, and they relished tormenting her for it. From the moment she entered the witch's union, she was the subject of scorn. The youngest witch, Calista, particularly enjoyed tormenting her, using minor spells to

attempt to run would result in agonizing pain. The few times she had tried, her blood would boil, leaving her conv

would force Seraphine to endure excruciating pain, slicing her skin open with enchanted daggers and then slowly knitting the flesh back toge

was bruised, bloodied, and broken, but her spirit... her spirit, they told her, was meant to be irreparably shattered, the more she cried, the more her tears were relished. Not all members of the Witc

en forced to live, unable to stay in her parents' house. Which had been burned down

ooked back. But time will tell if indeed the blood curse