Unknown POV:
I’m scared. Not because I’m weak - no, I pity anyone who ever calls me that, since I’ll just rip out their carotid artery and let them bleed to death. The young girl in me born centuries ago would have hated and abhorred this darkness, this thirst inside me, but the witch in me - the one drawn to this deal - says to do whatever must be done. To make them pay. Because they do have to. They all have to pay.
Being half-demon and half-witch, I’d wandered into Aerilion by accident. Not yet sure of my talents, I’d only been as old as seventeen years old but still old enough, apparently, to be kidnapped and tortured by the Ladocuer family. Kidnapped and tortured like I was nothing more than an animal. It’s there that I met a similarly downtrodden witch named Angel and a half-angel
