The night was thick with unnatural silence, even the stars dared not to twinkle. Deep within the shadowed corners of the Death forest_a land forgotten by time, and feared by all, twelve hoods moved in a circle around a burning sigil.The flames were black, laced with silver sparks that hissed like whispers, alive and hungry.These were no ordinary witches.They were the witches of the Red Order_an ancient coven, bound by blood and revenge. Their skin bore the marks of old magic_cursed sigils carved into their flesh, long ago during the time of torment. At the time when the prince of hell still ruled with unclenched fury.During the time of the devil's son.Lucas.Their leader, a tall, spectral woman with silver eyes and a long black hair, lifted her hands, and the flames flared. Her name was Venice. Once a highly respected priestess, until Lucas took away her worth. Now, she's an echo of fury, and revenge."This is our time." Venice said, voice like wind scraping across ice. "After br
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