Read The Witches From Iridescent Moon

Cool air escape from my antagonizing lungs; my last breathe... finally nears. The tight rope that binds my wrists, ankles, chest, and throat snap as the fire engulfes my horrendous, burning body. I feel my flesh warm, burn to a crisp; I can not hide nor can I run from the never-ending misery my foolish captors are giving me. And yet, I'm the monster here entertaining these... poor, idiotic, selfish, arrogant mortals. Yes, I may have "made a 'pact' with the 'devil'", but I have made many graves for them to lay in; suffocating in dirt.

As I stand there "dying", I see black fog spreading from my coven's home. My coven came. As the founder of Iridescent Moon, I believe it's my job to take the blame for being judged by these judgemental "Christian" men and women. For, our differences of belief systems and by our morals. Even if I and my coven did nothing wrong, by our standards, we only brewed health potions using herbs, fruits, and common vegetables to help the poor, sick, injured, or dying.

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