[havanna]

tale of a good witch

I. something within me festers. 
 Returned home from my captor's grasp, I knew something had to be done. Soon I may no longer be around, assassinated by enemy or former ally, turned into mere political piece as I once dreamed to. If only there was a device to share my experience with the witches to come, these writings would have no reason, but each time they become more urgent. 
 My name is Misery and I am the child of Drama, a woman infamous for her lustful deceit. Something within me festers, begging status beyond one of a regular coven member. A few years ago, I decided not to sign the Book of Shadows. An outsider's belief would lead you to think this would have me removed from corruption. Mayhaps it's much the opposite, as pride swells within me.