Born ‘neath the moon in Witchwood’s embrace, A mortal vessel, a sacred space. Creation’s angel seeks to unravel fate, While Hecate hides in a mortal state. Emerging from Hell, seeking flesh and bone, Chaos explores realms unknown In a place once familiar, the search takes flight, To unveil Hecate’s mortal plight. God of Wrath, with vengeance ablaze, Joins hands with creation, in a darkened haze. Against Witchwood’s magic, they conspire, A plot to consume, and burn like fire. But with Chaos’ whiskers and raven’s wing, Bloodlines are summoned, and the witches sing. Bishop, Good, and Nurse’s kin,
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