Now imagine a creature whose sole purpose is to spread that feeling. To corrupt unsuspecting humans from the inside, devour their hope, until they're tossed over the edge into madness. Pushed into a spiraling, crushing despair; committing murder, killing themselves, just to feed a monstrous parasite they can't even see.
That's what, in my world, girls like me call "Witches". It's what we fight, and die, hunting. They come in many shapes, with their own uniquely twisted personality and lair, but at their core they're all the same; half-sentient curses.
[And it's against one of these monsters that Mami lost her life- had her head bitten clean off her neck so fast that all she knew before the swallowing darkness was a brief flash of red, red agony.]
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Now imagine a creature whose sole purpose is to spread that feeling. To corrupt unsuspecting humans from the inside, devour their hope, until they're tossed over the edge into madness. Pushed into a spiraling, crushing despair; committing murder, killing themselves, just to feed a monstrous parasite they can't even see.
That's what, in my world, girls like me call "Witches". It's what we fight, and die, hunting. They come in many shapes, with their own uniquely twisted personality and lair, but at their core they're all the same; half-sentient curses.
[And it's against one of these monsters that Mami lost her life- had her head bitten clean off her neck so fast that all she knew before the swallowing darkness was a brief flash of red, red agony.]