by Anonymous
When you were a teenager, you made a deal with the Devil. A fledgling witch, you offered your blood and did a ritual you thought after a while did not work. You told few people maybe no one, certainly not your Mother. Did you notice the losses you incurred to pay for a wish you barely believed in? The 26th, at the nearby tavern, you know it's time to confess to me. How do I know the things I know? Because of my bloodline, I am HER representative. SHE shows me. You've seen the proof.