❅ seraphine : d2 - cbd

Knife in her hand.
"Admit it, for I know you have sinned."
The girl standing before her trembles in the darkness.
"But there's no such thing as witches."
Liar! Liar! Liar!
She hisses. (How dare thou.)
"And may I ask you, my dear-"
"Let me go."
But she shaln't.
"If witches don't exist, then what am I hunting?"
Her blood tastes like ash.
Mother is pleased.