If I leave my witch with her demon alone for a while, the world will be in for a tale.
At some point, she will give into him, because that is the point of witching, right?
„Why is everyone dying?“, she is whispering, looking at the holes I had left in my photo album to send a last letter to someone, and the demon is laughing.
„It‘s just the mood right now, you know“, he would respond.
„The mood?“
„Aw, you know. The mood of being alive right now.“ And again, he is laughing. „The mood of „oh, why again am I still alive“? Anyone who can just takes an escape route.“
My witch has done it again! Once again she had poured out her heart to someone so dark, it only doubled the pain. To someone who has seen so much suffering, pain means nothing to them.
The witch is screaming.
And the demon sits down next to her and takes the shards of the cup she just broke out of her bleeding hands. „Why do you repair things long lost?“, he would ask, and his words made her miss the shards in her hands.
Bonding with demons is an important aspect of witching, It means serving darkness, and being expelled from a world terrified into madness. It means losing any human identity a witch might have ever had. A demon will make love to her, because he knows so much more about this than any human being ever will, and he will teach her darkness.
But what comes afterwards?
What had been happening to those that somehow did not find their end in the flames and became these weird and lonely ladies, living a secret life in a hut in the forest? What kind of life would that be?
It would certainly mean brewing potions and selling spells to those that have nowhere else to go, and being consulted in cases of illness, heartache, childlessness.
What kind of odd people would knock on her door for the rest of her life?
I will explore this in another blog post, soon! Look out for it.
In the mean time, I have a question for anyone reading this post:
What would you ask my witch for, if you had the chance?
Mistress witch writes 