She knew she shouldn’t touch it. The Book of Death was cursed. It had been hidden for a good reason.
Something called out to her, something diabolic.
Now she had this book. By the turn of the year, she would get her revenge.
They chose that meek witch to lead over her, the one who was destined to be their leader. This coven had turned into a circus since the old Mistress’ unfortunate death.
She had been plotted and planned for years to get rid of the old bitch. With this book in her possession, she would destroy them all.
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